i love finishing things. today, my group handed in our proposal, a project which we have been working on for the past two months. it ended up being a 52 page paper (including appendices, but also plus a huge patient info binder) involving marketing, finances, logistics, etc of a pharmacist initiated program for post-myocardial infarction (heart attack) patients. it feels good to be done.

so good, that i'm going to margarita monday at earls. i love lava lamps. when i get rich, i'm going to buy a slurpee machine so i can make fun drinks in the comfort of my own living room. and have dr. pepper slurpees at my command.

which reminds me. i was at the movie theater the other day, and ordered a blue slush puppie. here is the dialogue of my sour encounter. *authors note - this may be slightly different from the actual dialogue that occured*

amanda: hi. i would like to order a blue slush please.
pimply movie theater girl: it's runny.
a: okay, then i'll get a red slush please.
pmtg: it's runny too.
a: fine. give me a dr. pepper.

which leads me to think in my mind. who made this stupid girl the slush nazi?! i just saw another staff member give some other lucky wench a slush puppie, and now you are denying me the cool flavour burst sensation? i believe i have a right to purchase a slush puppie if it's runny - it's called discretion. thank you for telling me it's runny, but i still want the damn slush. aaaaargh.

now, it's all i can think about. that, and this.