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Brandon. 22. 6'6". JP Morgan Chase. Sneaker lover, fashion hater. NYC resident. Student. Computer genius. Music Aficionado.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Today.
March 8th, 2009.
12:59 AM.
I have seen the GREATEST thing that has ever been photographed.
Nice. Firm. Beautiful.
Ash's Tits.
I can die peacefully in my sleep now.
10:00 PM
Sooooooo. I'm changing my major from Computer Information Systems to Pre-Med. Waste of a yr of school...but definitely gonna be worth it in the end.
-sighs- I'm 23...but I damn sure know that I got a long ass road ahead of me when it comes to this now. I got 4 years of Med school and the 4 of residency to become an anesthesiologist.
Why? Cuz im smart as hell and my talent is being wasted on an electronic box that is overly predictable in all functionality and process.
I want to feel the rush of a person coming into an ER and have to make a snap decision. I want to see the appreciation on a person's face when they go into a major surgery and come out feeling no pain. I want to be able to work and feel that I seriously helped someone everyday, whether its a transplant patient, a woman in labor or a person who's been hurt on the street.
Going to med school finna be expensive...but I can deal.
In other news....my brother is 85% going to Harvard.
HARVARD.
In some ways....I think I may be prouder of him than my parents are. I pretty much raised him through all of his HS "career" and now he's graduating @ 16 yrs old. Man....I put off so much. School, work, LIFE.......just to make sure that HE makes it. And now....its pretty much both our turns. I remember him coming to my house when he was 12 in 9th grade and pretty much scared of going to school with teenagers, to him being 14 and gettin his "swag" together, to LIVING with me @ 15 and now....this.
man. too much to handle.
Also, I really want to apologize to all of my friends who are reading this. I know I've probably been neglecting most of you during the last month or 2....but I've really been going through a lot and I hope that most of you can understand that I'm just not the talking type when it comes to my problems.
Ericka, Neshia, Tacia, Liyah, Ash...I owe ya'll the world. Life is definitely coming at me fast.
6:46 PM
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Today.
March 8th, 2009.
12:59 AM.
I have seen the GREATEST thing that has ever been photographed.
Nice. Firm. Beautiful.
Ash's Tits.
I can die peacefully in my sleep now.
10:00 PM
Sooooooo. I'm changing my major from Computer Information Systems to Pre-Med. Waste of a yr of school...but definitely gonna be worth it in the end.
-sighs- I'm 23...but I damn sure know that I got a long ass road ahead of me when it comes to this now. I got 4 years of Med school and the 4 of residency to become an anesthesiologist.
Why? Cuz im smart as hell and my talent is being wasted on an electronic box that is overly predictable in all functionality and process.
I want to feel the rush of a person coming into an ER and have to make a snap decision. I want to see the appreciation on a person's face when they go into a major surgery and come out feeling no pain. I want to be able to work and feel that I seriously helped someone everyday, whether its a transplant patient, a woman in labor or a person who's been hurt on the street.
Going to med school finna be expensive...but I can deal.
In other news....my brother is 85% going to Harvard.
HARVARD.
In some ways....I think I may be prouder of him than my parents are. I pretty much raised him through all of his HS "career" and now he's graduating @ 16 yrs old. Man....I put off so much. School, work, LIFE.......just to make sure that HE makes it. And now....its pretty much both our turns. I remember him coming to my house when he was 12 in 9th grade and pretty much scared of going to school with teenagers, to him being 14 and gettin his "swag" together, to LIVING with me @ 15 and now....this.
man. too much to handle.
Also, I really want to apologize to all of my friends who are reading this. I know I've probably been neglecting most of you during the last month or 2....but I've really been going through a lot and I hope that most of you can understand that I'm just not the talking type when it comes to my problems.
Ericka, Neshia, Tacia, Liyah, Ash...I owe ya'll the world. Life is definitely coming at me fast.
