You know I guess I must still be a little boy in the eyes of certain friends of my parents.  They discuss me like I’m a child and worse yet, they don’t have their facts correct.

Take for instance a friend of my dad’s, let’s call him Keith Brown.  So old Keith has decided to get my dad upset by telling him that I’m no longer in school.

First of all, even if that were true, what’s the point of HIM telling my dad that?  It will only serve to upset him.  The fact that it’s NOT true makes it even more proposterous.  This guy is going around telling my dad things that aren’t even true.  I guess he’s above calling and checking in with ME to see if it’s true or not.  No instead he just goes to my dad as if he had the ability to do anything to change things.

I’m so sick of so called grown folks who meddle all in my affairs.  People who read this blog and don’t have the nuts/guts to confront ME about things, but instead go to my parents.  I got news for them, my parents don’t pay ANY of my bills, not for school…not even a PHONE bill.  I am doing it all on my own.  So you going to them isn’t doing a damn thing but annoying me.

I can see that I have alot of business to take care of in my next few trips to Atlanta.  A few people need to get acquainted with Killa Cal, because they are still used to "Lil C".  That guy is long gone!

So, yesterday I pretty much had my worst day so far in Internal Medicine.  I had all intentions of bitching and moaning here about it (among other things, like my unrelenting terrible luck with women) but instead I ended up going bowling with the Pre-Bac students.  I figured I was angry enough to remember to write about it today.  Then I got a phone call from the homie Eulus.

Turns out a friend of mine was admitted to the hospital.  Since I now am pretty familiar with admissions criteria, I knew that my friend’s situation was pretty serious, and possibly life-threatening.

It’s funny how lately when I try to throw my little pity parties that God shows me that things aren’t as bad as they seem.  While I’m bitching and moaning about my bad day, I have a friend who is sick and in need of medical intervention.

I just talked to him and he’s in good spirits and sounds like he’s on the road to recovery.  If we as physicians (or in my case physicians in training) are lucky enough to find problems in time, we generally have what it takes to solve said problems with little difficulty and such is the case with my friend.  I thank God for that and for lending me some perspective.

I tend to blow things out of proportion, something I’m slowly recognizing and doing something about.  Life is too short and fleeting to get caught up on the negatives for too long and every little thing isn’t the end of the world!

I was telling H yesterday, Umbrella has been supplanted as my number one song….by apparently an OLDER song, but hey it’s new to me.  Nelly Furtado’s "Maneater" is now number one in the Killa ranks.  No this doesn’t have anything to do with recent run ins with real life maneaters, I just like Nelly’s voice…really I do!

So last night was interesting.  I went to a dinner party….well I guess that was part of it….it was more party-ish with dinner served, you know what I mean?  It was really cool.

I’m witholding details…..this isn’t like me….

Eff it, so there is this chick that is almost universally recognized as one of the *ahem* doper chicks in the general vacinity and she was there and I don’t know what it is about her, but she is very captivating.  Now we all know that I’m about as girl crazy as they come.  I have the hormones of a 12 year old boy (and some would argue the mentality as well…but that’s neither here nor there).  But yeah, I know I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with old girl, but I can get my Dan Hartman on (i.e. I can dream about her).

What’s funny is that I’m sure she has so much experience with dudes fumbling and stumbling around her that she kinda knew what was going on in my head.  She was so much cooler about it than alot of other chicks.  I find that how she looks or even her volume of male attention is generally independant of how well a chick deals with advances (or in my case lack of) from guys.  Some girls either have it or they don’t.  She had it, it being tact and savvy.  The odd thing about it is, it only makes me more intrigued.  But I’mma leave it alone, I only allow myself 3 unrequited crushes at one time.  At least that’s what I’m telling myself….

This entry is inspired by my most faithful reader.  She told me yesterday that even though I haven’t been writing lately she still checks every day.  I guess I should start writing more, especially since stuff is actually going on?

When I left you all, I had just taken my subject board in OB/Gyn (I passed).  Now I’m in my Internal Medicine rotation.  I gotta tell you, it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  I’m not saying it’s jumped to the top of my career choice list, but this 3 months is going to be at least tolerable.

Oh, before I forget, the title to this article is taken from a really good Bill Withers song, having nothing to do with nothing (no hidden message this time).  You should check it out.

Yesterday I went swimming with my godson PJ, his mom, and the homie Baby J….well Baby J didn’t swim….but it was at her pool so she gets included.  We went to a sushi spot that snuck some mayonaise past me.  I think it was because of all of the drinking I’d done.

I had written some drafts of things for the site at home, but in hindsight I think I’ll hold on to them.  At least one of them was waaaaaay too personal, at least for now (and no this time it didn’t involve a girl…it was familial).

I think I’ll just jump right in and pick back up with current events and fill in gaps as necessary.  Besides if you read this, odds are you already know way more than I’m going to reveal here.   I’m just not that kind of writer anymore….I’ve become comfortably numb……