For the past five days I have been officially on hiatus. I have been having a "gynegological dispute" with my V. and it's not treating me as well as it should. If you want to know what's up, ask me. I will be as graphic or general as possible. And no, I do not have any std's or anything of the likes.

The best part of this entire ordeal is that I got to get dug around in by a male doctor named Costa. He had to call in the 16 year old secretary to "supervise the procedure" while I squirmed and whinced in pain. Hmm, medical doctor needs the support of an obviously uncomfortable 16 year old receptionist? Makes sense I guess. I suppose I shouldn't be getting so personal here but since it's MY blog and MY reproductive organ, I feel entitled to encompass the pain and agony of this ordeal in its entirety. Sometimes being a girl gives you the short end of the stick. I mean, how often do guys have to deal with a pain in their baby maker? I am glad that Costa knew I wasn't there on account of herpes. What augmented the importance of defending this notion is that my "problem" was complimented by a fat lip which looked suspiciously like a budding cold sore. I got it when I ran into a wall drunk on Saturday night. I am full of charm and vivacity.

If it wasn't for Erin and Ted I would have been severely depressed this week.

I am hoping to go to England circa mid April. I am going to get a feel for this school and figure out what I want to do.