The Adventures of Bob and Anonymous: The Best Week Ever

So, I turned 21 Friday. It was pretty sweet. We hit up some places on 4th Ave. and can I just say it felt great to exercise my adult privileges: reaching into my purse and whipping out a valid ID to enter into that mysterious world. My thumbs coolly pinching the card between my hands and flicking it towards some bouncer, who would shortly thereafter wish me a Happy Birthday. Bob and Anonymous got quite the exercise. Fun fun times. I can't lie. I feel pretty awesome. I can look down at all you under 21-ers and laugh. Hahahaahhahaha. I will never again feel that little- kid feeling. I am an ADULT!!!

And then Saturday provided some much needed chillaxing. We hit up Macaroni Grill. I really wanted to be embarrassed with Italian singing. I think its a form of masochism , minus the sexual bit. A man singing ridiculously conspicuously does not give me sexual pleasure. That would be really weird. Also, the bread at Macaroni Grill is amazing, as you all know. That warm rosemary goodness dipped in olive oil with cracked pepper and you can't forget the balsamic vinegar dribbles in that olive oil deliciousness. However, at the end of the night came the greatest disappointment- they didn't have one of their infamous Italian singers. There was another guy who could sing it, but was way to embarrassed to do it, despite our efforts at coercion. But the waiter/singer tried to make it up to me by putting 21 candles on my piece of chocolate cake. Although he only succeeded in putting on 7. One of my lucky numbers.

So then Monday rolled around, and I had a medical school interview at U of A. My interviewer was a physicist. Sort of interesting. He was pretty straight laced. I wouldn't have minded a goofy laid-back weirdo instead. He asked the weirdest question though: "What is professionalism? Like how is having a profession different from having a job?"........ Really??? Really?? Are you serious?? For Realz??? He proceeded to explain that being a physician is a profession but being an anthropologist or having your Ph.D in some subject and doing research and/or teaching is not a profession. It was really weird. I wasn't sure how to talk about it since I disagreed with his comment. My professor's jobs are a profession. Especially the one's I like.

Well, I managed to survive this week, and my two tests today, and my genetics test Friday which I hope to survive.

Also, I discovered this word today - Schadenfreude - I think that this is a pretty sweet word. I would like to use it in conversation. Tomorrow I will create a conversation just so I can use it. Yes, I would do that. I also have imaginary conversations in my head about how I would like real future conversations to go down with people. They never transpire like they do in my head.

This was the image that came up for the Schadenfreude. It doesn't make much sense

Perhaps you can explain. It reminds me of an awesome show:

[The Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show]