Hyperactive Basophills & God

The last few days have been stressful (remember that last part of my last blog? yeah...). On top of that my basophills are driving me nuts. If you were one of the few lucky people (Emily, Lauren, and my roommates) to see the gross product of my ovferactive basophills, you know what I'm talking about. Another oatmeal bath is indead in order after I finish this post.

Now for some probably nonsensical blabber.
The end of the semester is near. THANK GOODNESS. I got a new couch. I still haven't unpacked my suitcase from Thanksgiving and it looks like that's never going to happen. Found out some good news. Trying to make sure that good news happens. The two friends I'm setting up seems to be working out well! It's totally cute. Yeah.

So I've been really struggling (spelling? clearly I need spell check.) with writing my personal statement for my final paper in my 395H class. Could I have used the word "my" anymore in that last sentence? I need to sleep. OK, so, I've been having a hard time with this paper right. Well it's supposed to be about who we are, what we want to do, and why. We're actually writing our personal statements that we would submit for grad/med school ect and this class is really helpful because let's face it, I'm not that great of a writer. But Katelin really helped me out on this one and realize a few things about myself and the important relationship I have with my grandpa. Who would have thought huh? I decided that science is cool and I like it but that's not the reason I want to be a doctor. I just want to help people and I love physiology/anatomy/biochem so much that it just fits that I would help the less fortunate in that way. I realized that if I never made it into med school I'd be ok with that and instead I'd travel the world as a missionary. Seriously. I just want to help the poor and the needy (James 1:27). I'd love to be a doctor because I want to help the poor and the needy here in the U.S too (like be a bilingual healthcare provider in inner-city dallas) but if that's not what God want's for my life I am certain He wants me to be a missionary. I am praying that I get to go on a "medical mission" to Jamaica this spring break. That would be amazing/life-chainging/eye-opening and more. I WILL come up with the funds but I'm just praying that the people heading up this mission trip will schedule it for when I have my spring break. So keep me in your prayers for that. I love when God reveals himself to you through other people and He did that tonight through Katelin :)

also, I just realized that I never addressed the realization I said I made about my relationship with my grandpa. He confides in me with his medical issues, he believes that I can do this, he's incredibly proud of me, and he makes me want to become a doctor even more. For more details on this subject ask me to let you read my personal statement and I will.

Good night and HAPPY SNOW DAY!!
-which reminds me, WE HAD A SNOW DAY TODAY and we have ANOTHER ONE TOMORROW!! expect pictures. Kateling and I ran around taking dumb pictures, trying to straddle a tree, dropping her camera, and scaring Katherine. I suspect more ridiculous events are to come during tomorrows snowday.