My deconstructed day + summer so far.

• I have a 10$ bill in my black and white dotted wallet. I've had it since 2005, when the dollar was 57 rupees. Now it's at the 100 rupee mark, but I can't bring myself to convert it. I've thought about it a hundred times, in a hundred different places. At a store, when I really wanted that bag. Or at the Duty Free, when it could get me another box of chocolates. But it's still there. I find it amusing that I could keep it in there for so long, when I'm usually very capricious with my money, and where it goes.
•   The weather affects everyone's mood. Let's all accept it and avoid our worst tempered friends when the sun is blazing. And then laugh and play in the rain together when it comes.
• I'm not excited about summer vacations. At all. I won't have to wake up at 6am anymore, but I'll probably be isolated most of the time, and sitting at home. Especially since Ramadan starts  a few days after the vacations do. So, all my time will be for that.
• Every day, wake up with a new purpose.
• A friend's laptop broke a couple of days back. The Shahbaz Sharif ones that we got. It makes me so grateful that my laptop is alive, because I put it through absolute hell, every day. I do not deserve this.
• Pharmacology presentation left, and then it's all classes. That's a relief.
• Third year professional exams scare me more than the first two professionals I gave. I'm scared right now even though the damn thing is 3 months away. Aargh, worry wart I am.
• My Milo and milk is in the freezer getting cold. I'm anticipating it.
• Words are beautiful. The people who write them aren't, necessarily.
• Quit nail biting habit regimen. Not successful, I keep on doing it in the deepest subconscious way. I am so annoyed at myself; how can I not know when I'm doing it?
• House season 6. Then all the way to 8, then Game of Thrones, then anything else I can get my hands on. 
• I can touch my toes now. I couldn't before. I realized, my body is a creaky machine. It is not flexible in the slightest and I do the bare minimum. I need to be more healthy.
• Didn't take enough pictures for third year. Hm. Now, third year of med school is summarizing in my head this last week. The ups and the downs, the best points and the worst.
• I want to stop talking less, and listening more. I'm a horrendous listener.