2004-10-07 - 1:47 a.m.
Alright, kids, fuck this noise. I'm done feeling sorry for myself. I've gone through the self-pity and the anger and remorse and all that bullshit, and I'm done. The Red Sox are doing great, I've made it through my first two exams in school, and I'm ready to start looking forward. I've got lots to offer -- I'm a great-looking girl, I'm young, I'm smart, and I have an amazing career and life ahead of me. Enough looking back. I'm done with that.So much for regrets. Everything happens for a reason, and I know that whatever I've been through, it can only help me be a smarter, stronger, happier person in the long run. The Sox are ahead right now, 8-3 in the top of the ninth inning of game two of the ALDS, ahead one game to none, best of five. I have four tickets to game four (three of which are still up for grabs -- forgive me, but I can't actually ask anyone to attend until I know there's going to actually be a game four), and life is looking up. I've got my first MedSurg rotation tomorrow night, which I am so excited about. I'm pretty sure I passed my exam today, I have a date on Sunday night, and I'm sick of sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I'm done. It's over. Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm done worrying about myself. I'm only looking forward from now on...
