So much to do, so little time! Strike that, reverse it!

Unfortunately, as the summer weather fades away and the appeal of a beach vacation dwindles, I've found my free time ample and visitors to be none. After nine years of extensive schooling I am now in the position to only have to work three and a half days a week. This leaves far too much time to be left on my own. Stieg Larsson has currently kept me busy. However, his books though grotesque are so interesting I am halfway through the last one and I only started Girl with a Dragon Tattoo last Friday. Far too many cups of coffee drank (or drunk? drunken?) and far too many fears of rapists, molotov cocktails and dreamy journalists have brought me to this.
I should take this time to fully disclose that I have no grasp whatsoever on grammar, let alone the english language as a whole. I started out with the notion to write a book. For those of you who know me, you know my likelihood of completing anything is slim to none. However, Im generally overly enthusiastic about any new endeavor - for at least the first couple weeks. So with big grins, Im going try this blogging thing out.
Eyes and guys? So, for the most of you who will read this, it'll hopefully give you chuckles about the various funny patients Ive had so far. If you are an optometrist, that is. After the last four years of school and one year of residency, I dont claim to be an expert, but I know eyes. In my past 27 years Ive attempted almost every sport, tried to play multiple instruments, and taken many courses. It is safe to say, Im pretty bad at a lot of things. Eyeballs, I kinda just get. And more importantly, I kinda love. I love my job, and I dont think many people can say that.
After the many bruises accrued from trying to play tennis, yes tennis... or the blank stares from my parents while attempting to play Logins and Messina (not my choice, hated my instructor!) on the guitar... nothing probably compares to my lack of ability with boys. I know nothing, I don't really get them, but like most of my life, Ive gotten some pretty funny stories out of it.
So, lets hope you enjoy my silly tales of boys, joys, whoas, and eyeballs! Sometimes Im funny and sometimes, like in that last sentence, well, Im not.