aNgRY chIcK MuSic

At the last Meg concert, right before Texas hit me with its blazing sunshine, Annie and I were singing-along with Meg's new song: "I dream in full colors... I'm sleeping alone in my own bed again..." and appreciating the fact that we were both healing, and that we were just beginning to get used to being on our own, in our own solitude. And just when that was the case, a tantalizing golden distraction falls onto my lap. I can't stop thinking about what Bette said last season of the L word: "I was just getting used to living by myself..." I've decided, it's just an illusion, a drunk stupor and that I'm going to just put this behind me and move forward with my solo life. My academics, responsibilities, creativity, and healing. The MCAT preparation classes have began and I had forgotten just how tedious and brain damaging it actually was. So instead of learning the kinematics equations and ideal gas laws, I write songs. Perhaps I will write a song about my utter HATE for this damn exam. But as the Kaplan guy said, I'm there to become a GREAT doctor. And I will. Damn it, I will. The little engine that could. I've survived this far I will not vanish without fighting to my end. The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs. I am a good person. I am a driven, committed, good person. No one can stop me. I will keep climbing. I will live my ideals and fulfill my dreams. Nothing can stand in my way. I will not let tricks and games and meaningless competitions burn me down. I blast my Shameless music loud until my eardrums hurt.