Today was my first ever introduction to the actual Mock Trial process. Now that I've survived it, I have decided that when you sign up for Mock Trial they should warn you "This will make all people want to be attorneys!!!". I want to be an obstetrician. I have for awhile, for a lot of reasons (more on that later), and I was pretty sure I would never have any interest in law. It always seemed boring. Fun to read about in courtroom novels (JODI PICOULT) but I didn't think the actual process, without all the sha-bang of awesome cases and artistic license, would be very interesting. I have news for that ideology.
IT IS.

There is just something about the perspective analyzation and the word play that just makes me feel awed. Our official competition is Friday and even though I don't think we'll actually win, I am excited. I get to wear professional 'adult' clothes. Yay!

Let's see, what else did I do today? I cleaned my room as the result of an OCD panic attack (not really; think mild version) and then I did some work outs for people with flabby thighs and some sit ups even though mine are actually quite buff.
I ate: Lucky Charms, 2 and 1/2 Krispy Kreme donuts (I know, yikes), half a PB&J sandwich, a banana, some of a granola bar, Fritos, dried fruit and a TV dinner. Which consisted of some potatoes, corn and fried chicken. I need to work on my intake. Not quantity but quality.

In other news, my best friend is so cool. I'd almost refuse to call him my boyfriend, however for the sake of the world I live in, I do. For the extent of this blog though, I won't. Because this blog is for Morgan, and 'boyfriend' is not what he is to me. He just does things that are so darn cool. And he continuously makes me feel so happy and he's good. He's very, very good. Today is our 1 year, 9 month anniversary, as he so adorably pointed out to me. This is weird for me, because for one, I don't ever feel like he wasn't part of my life. He made the rest of it so much less important that I don't feel like he ever wasn't there. On the other hand, sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday that he first told me he loved me. It's very strange, but so perfect.
(God, I'm such a gushy gross mess. Seriously, yuck. I would stab someone with a fork in the eye ball if they were talking to me like this in real life. More realistically I'd walk away. But whatever.)

Oh yeah! Why Morgan Wants to Be an Obstetrician:

Things from Before:
When I was little I didn't have imaginary friends. I had imaginary children. I stayed up at night with them, I put them to bed, I gave them bubble gum. I played delivery with my Barbies. I had a fake magnetic, attachable baby belly. And I made my own NICU. I started watching A Baby Story when I was four. I have always (and...uh...still do) pretended to be performing a surgical procedure on my fried, over-easy eggs. I have to make sure I don't rupture the amniotic sac. I've always wanted a baby. A toddler. An elementary-aged little girl. A teenager. A grown daughter. Grandchildren.
Conclusion: Maternal=Me.

Things from Recently:
Last year, one of my friends got pregnant. Not long after she told me, I started asking her questions about how far along she was and what pre-natal vitamins she was on. What doctor she was seeing, whether or not she'd had an ultra-sound, or had been able to hear the fetal heart beat yet. Her pregnancy got me researching how many milligrams a two week old embryo was. She got me started. I didn't even realize that how much I could potentially love obstetrics until she was pregnant, but it didn't take me long to realize that I could totally do it every day. I am wholly intimidated by med school but then I watch Deliver Me (favorite show!) and I know that it would totally be worth it. Fetal development and devout interest in people are two things that are very important about me. They also happen to be the most important aspects of being an OB.

Plus, not to be cocky or anything but I am soooo on the right track to be able to jump into a pre-med track. I just have coax along my ACT a few more points and I'm in to a really great school! Oh yeah, I still have two more years of high school.
Right.

Miko is about to call and I'm reealllyyy sleepy so...

Goodnight!