I have a problem. I'm addicted to fresh cilantro. So much so, that I've begun garnishing everything I eat, short of my oatmeal....to the point where I've started eating eggs for breakfast instead of oatmeal so I can have cilantro. And ohmigod I think I need to keep earplugs in until I write my exams because seriously, if I turn my head the wrong way some small miniscule detail that could be vital to answering a question just might fall out. And did you know that cilantro goes with everything?
This is the kind of spaced out crackhead thinking that results from barely leaving a 6x6 cell for the last 4 days straight. I wonder what I'll sound like in 4 more days.....
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
A night on the town
Finally, some photos of last night's party before we went out (it was the evening portion of Sandblast - the biggest party of the semester).
oops I guess some of us forgot to put our guns up....
Charlie's Angels/crazy med students?
oops I guess some of us forgot to put our guns up....
Charlie's Angels/crazy med students?
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Path tourette's
Part of our pathology course involves a lab 3 days a week, in which we present slides of different diseased states of organs and tissues. With every slide, there are specific details to look for, clinical signs and symptoms that a patient is likely to present with, and the mechanism by which this disease develops. I’ve noticed throughout medical school, that whenever we’re given slides/pictures to recognize, if they can be deduced to resembling some sort of food, it’s supposed to help us remember. But, it has also bred a med school syndrome cleverly coined by a fellow group member as “path tourette’s”. Now, when we see certain slides or read key points that may refer to a visual of the disease, instead of properly identifying the problem or organism causing the disease, some of us begin to inappropriately blurt out the food item instead. So yesterday's microbiology lab went a little like this:
Key words from clinical description: HIV patient, bibasilar crackles, with diffuse interstitial infiltrate.
My answer: Cotton candy! Cotton candy!
Appropriate answer: Pneumocystis jirovecki
That’s what I meant to say, but it was the path tourette’s that made me blurt out the first response (the interstitial infliltrate in the lung resulting from infection with this fungus apparently looks like pink cotton candy).
Just as only a mother can comprehend what her 2 year old child is saying, we all understand each other when one of us gets a tic every now and then.
Key words from clinical description: HIV patient, bibasilar crackles, with diffuse interstitial infiltrate.
My answer: Cotton candy! Cotton candy!
Appropriate answer: Pneumocystis jirovecki
That’s what I meant to say, but it was the path tourette’s that made me blurt out the first response (the interstitial infliltrate in the lung resulting from infection with this fungus apparently looks like pink cotton candy).
Just as only a mother can comprehend what her 2 year old child is saying, we all understand each other when one of us gets a tic every now and then.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
1 more reason to train
This past semester a friend of mine has been teaching me a few skills on the punching bag - mostly just proper techniques for different punches and kicks, but I've also learned a few self defense moves. I’ve really enjoyed it for more than just the sheer pleasure I get out of contact sport. It has also improved my balance, flexibility and anaerobic endurance. I can definitely say that once I’m back in Canada/US I would be interested in taking some martial arts classes. The reason why I’m writing about this, is because I never want to have to depend on a man to protect me from physical danger, and that in the event that something were to happen, I want to feel confident that I could defend myself. Any male that can’t control his physical aggression in conveying negative emotions to a female, needs the shit kicked out him until his guts herniate out of his rectum (all the better if its by the female he bullied in the first place).
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Death of the toaster oven.
It occurred to me that you were all well overdue for a serving of CHEESE. Click here if you missed the first side of cheese before reading onward.
It happened just the other day,
your red light would not go on.
And no matter how well I took care of you,
I never thought that you’d be gone.
I remember all the times we had,
the chicken, the veggies, the roasts.
And to think that you were ruined for me,
with synthetic food and toast.
Oh the agony I’ll feel once more,
to return to the plain black pan.
My zest for creation was lost with you,
my palate will again be bland.
I know you left before your time,
with so much more to bake.
Although I’ll have to admit,
You never could cook steak.
I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.
All the inspiration you brought.
I wish I was there for your untimely demise,
‘till the death I would’ve fought.
It happened just the other day,
your red light would not go on.
And no matter how well I took care of you,
I never thought that you’d be gone.
I remember all the times we had,
the chicken, the veggies, the roasts.
And to think that you were ruined for me,
with synthetic food and toast.
Oh the agony I’ll feel once more,
to return to the plain black pan.
My zest for creation was lost with you,
my palate will again be bland.
I know you left before your time,
with so much more to bake.
Although I’ll have to admit,
You never could cook steak.
I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.
All the inspiration you brought.
I wish I was there for your untimely demise,
‘till the death I would’ve fought.
Friday, October 13, 2006
La(m)b
One of the classes we have this semester is advanced clinical skills, in which we are beginning to learn all of the different standard physical examinations. We’re divided into groups of 7 people, and we crowd into a tiny cubicle which has an ‘examining table’. And so twice a week we have lab sessions in which we poke and prod each other, trying to train our crude senses. As the labs have progressed, we’ve targeted people for their ‘special-ness’ to practice the clinical exams we’ve learned. We’ve been lucky to have a person with an regularly irregular pulse rhythm, as well as some interesting heart sounds (bradycardia with skipped beats). Apparently my pupils are large which has allowed my untrained group members to actually follow vessels around in my eyes (I’ve only been blinded a few times), and the older guy in our group is always eager to whip off his shirt whenever required. The other component is properly reporting our findings….this was the best one I’ve heard so far:
“There is evidence of nasal hair providing patient protection”…..lol, even the tutor laughed.
Tonight I got to visit the University Club, which is exclusively reserved for faculty and staff of SGU (it helps to know the right people). The restaurant was beautiful, and the food was phenomenal. The chef is actually the husband of our microbiology professor (so you know that the proper precautions are taken in food preparation). Of course after last week's dinner, I couldn’t help but indulge in perfectly seared lamb.
“There is evidence of nasal hair providing patient protection”…..lol, even the tutor laughed.
Tonight I got to visit the University Club, which is exclusively reserved for faculty and staff of SGU (it helps to know the right people). The restaurant was beautiful, and the food was phenomenal. The chef is actually the husband of our microbiology professor (so you know that the proper precautions are taken in food preparation). Of course after last week's dinner, I couldn’t help but indulge in perfectly seared lamb.
Now this is decadance
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
My green-eyed monster
Living with females is not always easy (not for the obvious reasons). This semester I live with two pint-sized Asians, who both probably have an easier time clothes shopping in children’s stores. So every now and then I am compelled to curse my ancestral nomad genetics (my legs could walk thousands of miles with what they store), and my Serbian fighting-nation genes (I can build muscle faster than some guys I know).
Consciously it doesn’t bother me, as most of the time I feel content with my shape. My fitness goals have evolved from just numbers and percentages, to overall feelings and challenges to improve strength, flexibility, and endurance. I have also become increasingly aware (anal) of what I put into my body to attain the healthiest version of myself. Generally I love fresh, healthy food and finding new ways to combine them together.
So it’s frustrating for me to watch these two tiny girls eat these deliciously addictive foods such as cookies, chocolate, candy, chips, white rice, noodles, anything fried, etc on a daily basis because:
a) I know from experience that as soon as I begin to eat the refined carbs and processed foods my metabolism goes into turtle speed, my sugar tolerance goes way up, and chemically I am imbalanced which affects my energy levels and outward perceptions (Gollum thoughts as I like to call them).
b) Omigod, do you know some of the havoc this stuff wreaks on your organs and tissues? Ack! Doesn’t anyone think about their arteries, bone density, pancreas, or liver???
c) I really have to bust my ass in the gym (99% of the time I absolutely love), but on the days I have to kick my own butt out the door I wish I could temporarily de-couple my electron transport chain (sorry that was a nerdy biochem comment on my part).
So when I start behaving as many females do (comparing themselves to everything else!) I remind myself that my body is strong and healthy, I feel happy, and I’ve got some good things to look forward to – who else can brag their mommy has a 6-pack?
Consciously it doesn’t bother me, as most of the time I feel content with my shape. My fitness goals have evolved from just numbers and percentages, to overall feelings and challenges to improve strength, flexibility, and endurance. I have also become increasingly aware (anal) of what I put into my body to attain the healthiest version of myself. Generally I love fresh, healthy food and finding new ways to combine them together.
So it’s frustrating for me to watch these two tiny girls eat these deliciously addictive foods such as cookies, chocolate, candy, chips, white rice, noodles, anything fried, etc on a daily basis because:
a) I know from experience that as soon as I begin to eat the refined carbs and processed foods my metabolism goes into turtle speed, my sugar tolerance goes way up, and chemically I am imbalanced which affects my energy levels and outward perceptions (Gollum thoughts as I like to call them).
b) Omigod, do you know some of the havoc this stuff wreaks on your organs and tissues? Ack! Doesn’t anyone think about their arteries, bone density, pancreas, or liver???
c) I really have to bust my ass in the gym (99% of the time I absolutely love), but on the days I have to kick my own butt out the door I wish I could temporarily de-couple my electron transport chain (sorry that was a nerdy biochem comment on my part).
So when I start behaving as many females do (comparing themselves to everything else!) I remind myself that my body is strong and healthy, I feel happy, and I’ve got some good things to look forward to – who else can brag their mommy has a 6-pack?
Monday, October 09, 2006
My hero
The dorms that we live in are 100% concrete. What this means is that every time someone in the next room, or directly above lazily drags out their chair, or walks around in say – heels, 99% of the time, you can hear it….and it’s annoying. So yesterday, while studying, there was a knock on the door. The voice was that of a nice young gentleman, kindly requesting the girl who wears heels all the time to please wear flip-flops in the dorm, as he and his roommates are having a hard time concentrating from all the noise. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Thank you to the guy who lives below us, you are my hero.
***if you are wondering why I didn’t make a similar request I do not have the time nor understanding to explain the complicated sensitivity of how some females perceive things from other females, and the possible ramifications that could have resulted.
***if you are wondering why I didn’t make a similar request I do not have the time nor understanding to explain the complicated sensitivity of how some females perceive things from other females, and the possible ramifications that could have resulted.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Untitled
Every now and then, a week will go by, and I have no stories or observations – basically nothing interesting to write about. Classes are going well, but exhaustingly busy. I love what we’re learning, even though some of it is painful to sit through. So when I get a bit of writer’s block, or do not have a fluffy reflection I start to write in stupid. I have quite a collection of just odd musings that could be referred to as the “uncut, uncensored, and fundamentally strange to read about”. The following post is one of those moments.
How to make Mondays more enjoyable.
The beginning of the week. The dread of all the work that lies in front of you. It’s not so much the work I dread, it’s the prospect of having to sit in class and lab for hours on end. So how do you make my Mondays more enjoyable? You pick a day later on in the week and put the most unenjoyable thing you can think of on that day. Eventually, if you psych yourself out enough for the dreaded day you can start experiencing psychosomatic tendendies – ie stomach cramps (I haven’t psyched myself out that much about it – but its possible). So every Thursday I dread getting up, putting on my running shoes and going outside under the hot beating sun. Thursday are sprinting days – not jogging, or running, but flat out timed sprints. Although the self inflicted pain usually only takes 20 min. to complete, it is often followed by profuse sweating, extreme shortness of breath (the one with exaggerated sounds), and sometimes nausea, dizziness, and cramping (depending on how hot it is). Anyways, mid-semester the Thursday dread starts to wear off as the sprinting becomes more routine, so to keep the positive outlook for Mondays, I change to hill sprints, which have always carried me through till the end of the semester.Unfotunately since this post, I had to switch sprinting to Tuesdays….so Mondays suck even more now.
If you think that post was bad, you’re lucky I didn’t put the one up describing the grossness of the casein protein I was taking last semester.
Anyways, last night a group of us were treated to the ‘popular vegetarian restaurant’ which was very nice and flavourful. But, as a passionate carnivore (although I haven't had red meat since I've been down here) I thought it was way overhyped – somehow a dish of curried chickpeas just doesn’t have the same effect as a perfectly seared rack of lamb.
And yes, the amount of studying we do makes us only a little crazy.
How to make Mondays more enjoyable.
The beginning of the week. The dread of all the work that lies in front of you. It’s not so much the work I dread, it’s the prospect of having to sit in class and lab for hours on end. So how do you make my Mondays more enjoyable? You pick a day later on in the week and put the most unenjoyable thing you can think of on that day. Eventually, if you psych yourself out enough for the dreaded day you can start experiencing psychosomatic tendendies – ie stomach cramps (I haven’t psyched myself out that much about it – but its possible). So every Thursday I dread getting up, putting on my running shoes and going outside under the hot beating sun. Thursday are sprinting days – not jogging, or running, but flat out timed sprints. Although the self inflicted pain usually only takes 20 min. to complete, it is often followed by profuse sweating, extreme shortness of breath (the one with exaggerated sounds), and sometimes nausea, dizziness, and cramping (depending on how hot it is). Anyways, mid-semester the Thursday dread starts to wear off as the sprinting becomes more routine, so to keep the positive outlook for Mondays, I change to hill sprints, which have always carried me through till the end of the semester.Unfotunately since this post, I had to switch sprinting to Tuesdays….so Mondays suck even more now.
If you think that post was bad, you’re lucky I didn’t put the one up describing the grossness of the casein protein I was taking last semester.
Anyways, last night a group of us were treated to the ‘popular vegetarian restaurant’ which was very nice and flavourful. But, as a passionate carnivore (although I haven't had red meat since I've been down here) I thought it was way overhyped – somehow a dish of curried chickpeas just doesn’t have the same effect as a perfectly seared rack of lamb.
And yes, the amount of studying we do makes us only a little crazy.Sunday, October 01, 2006
My first blood
On Friday night I was asked to help out with health fair training. I instructed people at the glucose testing station, but there were stations on how to take blood pressure, do breast exams, eye and ear tests, and phlebotomy (and no, it has nothing to do with a lobotomy). So, after the people began to pan out, I decided to go take a crash course in drawing blood. I first practiced on a dummy arm which seemed easy enough (they even had fake blood that would fill the tube if you did it correctly). Then two of my pathology group members generously offered their veins to me (I made a mental note to bake them something). The first thought that came to mind was how I wished I could somehow practice on myself instead of having to hurt someone else. But then I remembered how I cannot stand seeing my own blood (I figured this out after accidentally dropping a knife onto my foot, and saw my blood pooling on the floor). So…..I tied the tourniquet onto my first volunteer, and crudely palpated for her veins…..they felt a lot deeper than my veins…..oh well, I guess the needle will have to go a little deeper. I drew a pen line over where I thought it was…..swabbed the area…..then proceeded to insert the needle. Apparently I didn’t go deep enough. Nothing - I didn’t even get her to bleed from the needle pick (damn – I was hoping to be a ‘one stick wonder’). I didn’t have it in my heart to stab her again (she’s such a happy person). The next set of veins offered to me were definitely more attractive….I could work with these. The first time (yes I’m afraid to say I had to stick her twice), I uncapped the 21-gauge needle and slowly stuck it into her arm (you’re not supposed to be slow about it because it will hurt more). Again, I was unsuccessful – at least she bled a little from where I had put the needle in. Then, they brought me over a butterfly needle – which is apparently smaller, easier to learn on, and hurts less (geez people, why do we have to make things painfully difficult!). Finally, on my third try I almost got everything right. I successfully penetrated the vein and drew my first blood. Unfortunately, I got so excited about finally getting some, I prematurely withdrew the needle before I undid the tourniquet. Oops.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Another year older
So I celebrated the b-day a couple days ago (1/4 century baby), and I honestly was dreading the day. Not because of the age thing – more of the isolation thing (geographically and self-induced). I seriously thought that it would be a good day if I could make it through without spontaneously springing a leak. Wow, it was quite the opposite turn of events. During my pathology lab (1/2 the class is there), somehow one of my group members found out, and wished me happy b-day over the mic (I thought I had my blushing problem under control), it was so nice! Anyways, even though it was supposed to be an off day from the gym, I gave in for a good run – heck it was my birthday (yeah yeah, I’m addicted to endorphins so what). That evening, I was really just content to study in my room and was even looking forward to treating myself to an early bedtime after a long week - when there was a knock on my door. My roommates and friends had a cake, and were singing ‘happy birthday’ (the only thing missing was the stripper) – I was so surprised!!! I haven’t felt that warm fuzzy feeling in my heart for a while. I felt so flattered, and moved (sigh).
And yeah, I know that was a moment of mushiness (deal with it).
As you can see, even though I am getting older my lung capacity is in peak condition.
And yeah, I know that was a moment of mushiness (deal with it).
As you can see, even though I am getting older my lung capacity is in peak condition.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Why do some girls end up with wretched boys.....
Okay, so this post has nothing to do with med school perse....but stuff happens that makes me reflect on things....and I like to write....so if you feel you're missing out on a mentioning of something med related - check out this website:
Oculocephalic reflex
So many times I have watched girlfriends make such awful decisions in choosing the boy they will lend their affections to. We watch in horror and respect; in horror of the bad feeling we get when he’s around and wondering how our friend could like such a stomach twisting person, and in respect for her feelings in seeing how happy she appears when she’s with him. It seems that the progression of many young women’s relationships almost always starts with dating the disrespectful asshole (this is usually taken care of during our teen years), then we learn from our mistakes and move on. But why is that? Well,
a) attention!!!
b) younger women are totally insecure and have no clue what to expect (tip for the older guys if you’re feeling insecure and incompetent of pleasing a woman, target the younger crowd).
c) what if we don’t find someone after him and we’re alone forever? (yeah, far-fetched but its always in the back of the mind).
So what’s the math behind that one friend that cannot seem to learn from the same first mistake we all learned from a long time ago?
As obnoxious as Howard Stern can be, he is right on the money every time he has a stripper/porn star on his show (not for the sex appeal) – he always asks them about the relationship they have with their father…..no surprises, its always either non-existent or abusive in some way shape or form.
The friends that I’ve observed who have a hard time finding the upstanding men generally do not have the best of relationships with their father or lack thereof. For some reason, this seems to have a detrimental effect on the self-worth a women has, and it always seems to land her with doomed relationships. I can reflect inwardly on my own life…..during my asshole dating period (ok only 1 asshole – I’m a quick learner with a feministic mother) I had a strained relationship with the Tata, and it was reflected on my personal choices. The honest, caring, and virtuous young men were not hard to find once my father and I straightened things out. Plus, I like to keep the ‘I can kick your ass’ mind-set (from my father of course), which usually scares off the player types.
Oculocephalic reflex
So many times I have watched girlfriends make such awful decisions in choosing the boy they will lend their affections to. We watch in horror and respect; in horror of the bad feeling we get when he’s around and wondering how our friend could like such a stomach twisting person, and in respect for her feelings in seeing how happy she appears when she’s with him. It seems that the progression of many young women’s relationships almost always starts with dating the disrespectful asshole (this is usually taken care of during our teen years), then we learn from our mistakes and move on. But why is that? Well,
a) attention!!!
b) younger women are totally insecure and have no clue what to expect (tip for the older guys if you’re feeling insecure and incompetent of pleasing a woman, target the younger crowd).
c) what if we don’t find someone after him and we’re alone forever? (yeah, far-fetched but its always in the back of the mind).
So what’s the math behind that one friend that cannot seem to learn from the same first mistake we all learned from a long time ago?
As obnoxious as Howard Stern can be, he is right on the money every time he has a stripper/porn star on his show (not for the sex appeal) – he always asks them about the relationship they have with their father…..no surprises, its always either non-existent or abusive in some way shape or form.
The friends that I’ve observed who have a hard time finding the upstanding men generally do not have the best of relationships with their father or lack thereof. For some reason, this seems to have a detrimental effect on the self-worth a women has, and it always seems to land her with doomed relationships. I can reflect inwardly on my own life…..during my asshole dating period (ok only 1 asshole – I’m a quick learner with a feministic mother) I had a strained relationship with the Tata, and it was reflected on my personal choices. The honest, caring, and virtuous young men were not hard to find once my father and I straightened things out. Plus, I like to keep the ‘I can kick your ass’ mind-set (from my father of course), which usually scares off the player types.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Warning - f bomb
I am paying oh I dunno….50+ grand a year to learn….and I’m getting (or not getting) f-ing bonus points for filling in a freakin’ scantron perfectly. WTF??!!! I’ll have you know that I won colouring contests for my abilities to stay in the lines and shade where deemed appropriate. Well, f-you people, you can take your f-ing bonus point and put ‘em wear the sun don’t shine because I DON’T NEED THEM ANYWAYS!!!!!
Oooo I get so mad sometimes.
Oooo I get so mad sometimes.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Revelations
Since high school I’ve wavered between trying to figure out what I am comfortable with about myself, and what makes me the person that I am. Sometimes these things are hard to figure out, because we really have to admit to ourselves what we truly want - what defines us, versus what the façades are we put on display for other people to find where we fit in. Learning to be truly comfortable by oneself to figure that out is not an easy thing, and some people never accomplish it until there are an overwhelming amount of complications in doing so. Going away to medical school, especially coming here – a place filled with more bizarre people than you can imagine has really forced me to define myself. I can say that I am more confident and content with who I am, and even though it can get lonely at times, I am more comfortable with all of the ‘imperfections’ that make me. I can ironically say that nothing in my life has gone smoothly, or as planned, but in the process of it all I am becoming the perfect version of the imperfect me.
**I would like to dedicate this post to Megan, and the perhaps the vodka we drank together last night which inspired this stark moment of seriousness on my blog. And of course, not to disappoint – here is a picture of the two sexiest biatches on the island.
**I would like to dedicate this post to Megan, and the perhaps the vodka we drank together last night which inspired this stark moment of seriousness on my blog. And of course, not to disappoint – here is a picture of the two sexiest biatches on the island.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Breathing out
I made it through the first set of midterms. Had pathology on Monday (it went well), and I just finished microbiology today (hopefully I can say the same). They seemed more serious this semester as we were even provided with a pencil and eraser for the test (I was a little disappointed because I have an attachment to my trusty pencil which has carried me all the way through last year). Anyways, they also stipulated (in writing) that we could not leave until the end of 3 hours for our pathology exam. This is the worst possible torture for me, as I am practically always one of the first people to finish writing - I’m a speed reader and never question my responses unless I absolutely have no idea (which of course is rare…..). So after having to take a 70 min nap during the path exam I was a little worried the same thing would happen for micro. Thankfully, it didn’t which allowed me some time in the dorm to crank up the speakers, put on my bathing suit and do some serious celebratory dancing before the roommates returned (you would too if you were stuck inside studying for the last 1.5 weeks straight).
Monday, September 18, 2006
100 things about me
Because you really really wanted to know.....and I had nothing better to do.
1. I can only wink with my right eye (don’t ask me to even try with my left, cause I look like a ‘tard).
2. I love myself the most when I’m eating healthy and workout out on a daily basis.
3. I dislike myself the most when I’m lazy.
4. I can fit my fist in my mouth, and touch my tongue to my nose.
5. I like making bread, but I don’t like eating it.
6. I like to cook for people.
7. I have a hard time naming things when people ask me my favourites.
8. I don’t like pop.
9. I can make a clover shape out of my tongue.
10. Cheese is one of my favourite food items.
11. I’m unable to ‘hork’ (I think that’s a good thing, as I think it’s the most disgusting sound ever).
12. I love waking up early and enjoying a peaceful morning.
13. I feel the most empowered lifting in the gym.
14. I abhor bicep isolation exercises.
15. Even though I dislike my thighs, I like to think that with the right costume, I could look like a female action character from a comic book.
16. If I am walking alone, I tend to hum to myself.
17. I love watching training scenes in any sort of action movie.
18. I’ve never had braces.
19. I love reading about technology specs if I’m planning on buying.
20. I am a very independent person (I realize I can only count on myself).
21. If I was abandoned on a desert island with only one thing to eat for the rest of my life it would be ice cream.
22. Everything I’ve always been meaning to organize comes to the forefront of my mind during test times.
23. My left hip flexor is more flexible than my right.
24. I love putting on eye makeup.
25. I don’t like chewing gum (but I’ll chew through an entire pack in less than an hour the night before a test).
26. I hate crying in front of people, or showing any vulnerability for that matter.
27. One day I would love to write a book regarding women’s health.
28. When I was younger I named some of my moles (the one on my right lower calf is mark).
29. I listen to classical piano music or Italian tenors when I study.
30. I’ve gone to the theatre to watch movies by myself, if no one else has wanted to go (it’s a pretty non-social outing anyways, so who cares).
31. I have yet to attend a post secondary education graduation (even though I apparently have 3 degrees).
32. I have contemplated burning my master’s degree, and the thesis that went with it.
33. I would like to do a triathlon in the near future.
34. When I am running I visualize I am being attacked to run faster.
35. I relate more easily to guys (so do all of my girlfriends – that’s why we’re friends!)
36. I cannot relate to females who complain of menstrual problems.
37. I like spicy food.
38. I don’t believe in soul mates.
39. I do believe in karma.
40. I am always shy and reserved at first.
41. I admire and look up to my brothers for entirely different things (even though I’m the eldest).
42. I don’t like loud sounds or yelling.
43. I love my breasts and the side profile of my bubble butt.
44. I easily laugh at myself, and my own jokes (yeah I know its gay).
45. I am very critical at times.
46. The television makes me sleepy.
47. I hope to be married with children one day, but if not I will accept that it is God’s plan for me.
48. When I was a child I was scared of dying from a gun or knife wound (WTF????)
49. I’m good at seeing both sides of a situation which makes it hard for me to get angry with people.
50. On the other hand it makes me indecisive about a lot of things.
51. I’ve been eating oatmeal and protein powder everyday for breakfast for the last 2.5 years.
52. I am always working towards finding the balance that works for me (mind, body, spirit).
53. I’m still not quite sure how to refer to myself (is it Dana or ‘Donna’ – geez parents!).
54. If you leave me alone with a mirror, I flex and pose.
55. I believe that proper nutrition and exercise would solve 90% of all the health-related problems in the Western world.
56. I dislike gossip (unless it’s in the tabloids!)
57. There’s nothing better than sitting in front of a crackling fire in the winter when it’s cold.
58. The weirdest things I’ve done while studying is duct-tape waxed a patch of hair off my arms (I’m easily distractible).
59. I’ve put myself into a chocolate coma.
60. I don’t like the combination of tomatoes and green peppers in a salad.
61. If I am completely alone, I am perpetually singing.
62. When I feel nervous or shy I tuck my hair behind my ear on the left side and giggle a lot.
63. I learned how to swallow food whole when I was 4 (melted spinach was being forced upon me).
64. I’d rather just not talk to a person than be fake.
65. When I’m bored in class I flex my pectoral muscles because I can.
66. I’m a little slow in referring to right/left side, because I always think of it in terms or treble/bass cleft on a piano (I know really bizarre).
67. I dislike the smells of peanut butter and popcorn (but I like to eat them).
68. The harder the material, the more likely I am to learn it well.
69. There is separation between the bones in my right ankle from injuring it so many times (so it looks bigger than my left).
70. I’ve had both of my elbows dislocated at once.
71. My best dancing is done after a workout getting ready for the shower.
72. I can’t stand cigarette smoke (yay Ontario – prohibition!).
73. I’ve been in love.
74. I’ve had my heart broken.
75. I’ve broken hearts.
76. I’ve watched a friend die.
77. I’ve always wanted to find a kitten hiding in my closet.
78. I’ve hid from my mother in my closet (that was a good beating afterwards).
79. I hated piano competitions (Kiwanis ughhh).
80. I used to compose piano music with lyrics.
81. I like playing 1-1 ball with the boys (you can be aggressive without having anyone take it personally).
82. One of the things I like most about living in Grenada is lack of materialism.
83. I’m a huge goofball at heart (this is an extremely well guarded trait).
84. I like words that are not used everyday.
85. I detest Americanized spelling.
86. I can be extremely sarcastic.
87. Apparently I have certain hand motions when I talk, that include rubbing my palms together on a horizontal plane.
88. I’m allergic to sulfa drugs.
89. and Dr. Pepper (which is ok because of #8).
90. and certain types of soy products.
91. If I were to describe myself in one word it would be ‘resilient’.
92. I become a ‘dumb blonde’ when I drink (for some reason my friends love it).
93. I like cheesy alliterations and puns.
94. I own a lot of perfumes but seldom wear them.
95. I have a low tolerance for illogical thought processes.
96. and voluntary ignorance.
97. One of my favourite authors is D.H. Lawrence.
98. When I wear my digital watch it is always on 24 hr time.
99. I wrote this entire list while studying for my path exam.
100. Yes, I am easily distracted, and hopefully it went alright.
1. I can only wink with my right eye (don’t ask me to even try with my left, cause I look like a ‘tard).
2. I love myself the most when I’m eating healthy and workout out on a daily basis.
3. I dislike myself the most when I’m lazy.
4. I can fit my fist in my mouth, and touch my tongue to my nose.
5. I like making bread, but I don’t like eating it.
6. I like to cook for people.
7. I have a hard time naming things when people ask me my favourites.
8. I don’t like pop.
9. I can make a clover shape out of my tongue.
10. Cheese is one of my favourite food items.
11. I’m unable to ‘hork’ (I think that’s a good thing, as I think it’s the most disgusting sound ever).
12. I love waking up early and enjoying a peaceful morning.
13. I feel the most empowered lifting in the gym.
14. I abhor bicep isolation exercises.
15. Even though I dislike my thighs, I like to think that with the right costume, I could look like a female action character from a comic book.
16. If I am walking alone, I tend to hum to myself.
17. I love watching training scenes in any sort of action movie.
18. I’ve never had braces.
19. I love reading about technology specs if I’m planning on buying.
20. I am a very independent person (I realize I can only count on myself).
21. If I was abandoned on a desert island with only one thing to eat for the rest of my life it would be ice cream.
22. Everything I’ve always been meaning to organize comes to the forefront of my mind during test times.
23. My left hip flexor is more flexible than my right.
24. I love putting on eye makeup.
25. I don’t like chewing gum (but I’ll chew through an entire pack in less than an hour the night before a test).
26. I hate crying in front of people, or showing any vulnerability for that matter.
27. One day I would love to write a book regarding women’s health.
28. When I was younger I named some of my moles (the one on my right lower calf is mark).
29. I listen to classical piano music or Italian tenors when I study.
30. I’ve gone to the theatre to watch movies by myself, if no one else has wanted to go (it’s a pretty non-social outing anyways, so who cares).
31. I have yet to attend a post secondary education graduation (even though I apparently have 3 degrees).
32. I have contemplated burning my master’s degree, and the thesis that went with it.
33. I would like to do a triathlon in the near future.
34. When I am running I visualize I am being attacked to run faster.
35. I relate more easily to guys (so do all of my girlfriends – that’s why we’re friends!)
36. I cannot relate to females who complain of menstrual problems.
37. I like spicy food.
38. I don’t believe in soul mates.
39. I do believe in karma.
40. I am always shy and reserved at first.
41. I admire and look up to my brothers for entirely different things (even though I’m the eldest).
42. I don’t like loud sounds or yelling.
43. I love my breasts and the side profile of my bubble butt.
44. I easily laugh at myself, and my own jokes (yeah I know its gay).
45. I am very critical at times.
46. The television makes me sleepy.
47. I hope to be married with children one day, but if not I will accept that it is God’s plan for me.
48. When I was a child I was scared of dying from a gun or knife wound (WTF????)
49. I’m good at seeing both sides of a situation which makes it hard for me to get angry with people.
50. On the other hand it makes me indecisive about a lot of things.
51. I’ve been eating oatmeal and protein powder everyday for breakfast for the last 2.5 years.
52. I am always working towards finding the balance that works for me (mind, body, spirit).
53. I’m still not quite sure how to refer to myself (is it Dana or ‘Donna’ – geez parents!).
54. If you leave me alone with a mirror, I flex and pose.
55. I believe that proper nutrition and exercise would solve 90% of all the health-related problems in the Western world.
56. I dislike gossip (unless it’s in the tabloids!)
57. There’s nothing better than sitting in front of a crackling fire in the winter when it’s cold.
58. The weirdest things I’ve done while studying is duct-tape waxed a patch of hair off my arms (I’m easily distractible).
59. I’ve put myself into a chocolate coma.
60. I don’t like the combination of tomatoes and green peppers in a salad.
61. If I am completely alone, I am perpetually singing.
62. When I feel nervous or shy I tuck my hair behind my ear on the left side and giggle a lot.
63. I learned how to swallow food whole when I was 4 (melted spinach was being forced upon me).
64. I’d rather just not talk to a person than be fake.
65. When I’m bored in class I flex my pectoral muscles because I can.
66. I’m a little slow in referring to right/left side, because I always think of it in terms or treble/bass cleft on a piano (I know really bizarre).
67. I dislike the smells of peanut butter and popcorn (but I like to eat them).
68. The harder the material, the more likely I am to learn it well.
69. There is separation between the bones in my right ankle from injuring it so many times (so it looks bigger than my left).
70. I’ve had both of my elbows dislocated at once.
71. My best dancing is done after a workout getting ready for the shower.
72. I can’t stand cigarette smoke (yay Ontario – prohibition!).
73. I’ve been in love.
74. I’ve had my heart broken.
75. I’ve broken hearts.
76. I’ve watched a friend die.
77. I’ve always wanted to find a kitten hiding in my closet.
78. I’ve hid from my mother in my closet (that was a good beating afterwards).
79. I hated piano competitions (Kiwanis ughhh).
80. I used to compose piano music with lyrics.
81. I like playing 1-1 ball with the boys (you can be aggressive without having anyone take it personally).
82. One of the things I like most about living in Grenada is lack of materialism.
83. I’m a huge goofball at heart (this is an extremely well guarded trait).
84. I like words that are not used everyday.
85. I detest Americanized spelling.
86. I can be extremely sarcastic.
87. Apparently I have certain hand motions when I talk, that include rubbing my palms together on a horizontal plane.
88. I’m allergic to sulfa drugs.
89. and Dr. Pepper (which is ok because of #8).
90. and certain types of soy products.
91. If I were to describe myself in one word it would be ‘resilient’.
92. I become a ‘dumb blonde’ when I drink (for some reason my friends love it).
93. I like cheesy alliterations and puns.
94. I own a lot of perfumes but seldom wear them.
95. I have a low tolerance for illogical thought processes.
96. and voluntary ignorance.
97. One of my favourite authors is D.H. Lawrence.
98. When I wear my digital watch it is always on 24 hr time.
99. I wrote this entire list while studying for my path exam.
100. Yes, I am easily distracted, and hopefully it went alright.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Midterm time
So, as per request (from a comment that was left!) here are some “action” shots of how I spend most of my time.
Study position #332 – observe the intense look of concentration and ponderance.
Study position #201 – getting interesting…. “That’s so cool, I’ve always wondered how that worked”
Study position #649 – giving my bum a rest and abs a test (I couldn’t resist the rhyme).
Study position #084 – okay, I’m getting tired of reading.
The hazard of sitting on the ball – inevitably I forget that balls roll, so when I stand up to grab a book, and then go to sit back down again, the ball has already rolled away, and as a result, my coccyx (tailbone) is nicely bruised.
Study position #332 – observe the intense look of concentration and ponderance.
Study position #201 – getting interesting…. “That’s so cool, I’ve always wondered how that worked”
Study position #649 – giving my bum a rest and abs a test (I couldn’t resist the rhyme).
Study position #084 – okay, I’m getting tired of reading.
The hazard of sitting on the ball – inevitably I forget that balls roll, so when I stand up to grab a book, and then go to sit back down again, the ball has already rolled away, and as a result, my coccyx (tailbone) is nicely bruised.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
My entreaty
So every week I put up a post or two, then a few days later, I check to see how many people actually read it (yes I have a counter). And every week I am pleasantly surprised to see that there are actually people reading it (although, outside of a few relatives I really don’t know who reads this). Here’s what my problem is - no one (with the exception of 1 person every now and then) leaves me any feedback/comments, which is making me wonder the following:
a) I truly am a geeky bizarre person, with thoughts and experiences un-relatable to anything anyone has thought of or done.
b) You’re all a bunch of scaredey cats who don’t want their names or identities revealed (you read my blog like you would a dirty magazine).
c) What the hell would you comment on anyways?
The first one I have no solution to. Yes, I write some pretty ridiculous things on here, many of them I do think/do, others are entirely for my own amusement (and I hope yours as well).
The second point, lets pretend that you all have blogs, and that I wanted to remain as an anonymous poster – in which I could do two of the following.
1) Just choose to put the name ‘anonymous’ in the username option, or
2) Choose a nickname depending on what context you know me in – sort of like an inside joke. For example, (if I was posting on your blog) I might refer to myself as: Gumbi, Boxout Barbie, Dumbbelldiva, Techbunny, Big D, Partner in crime, Apostosinger, Godiva.
Okay, for the third point – true, what would you comment on? I’m grasping for straws here. Here are some generic comments (now that I’ve used them, you can’t):
“nice to see you’re doing well”
“Wow, this post is gay”
“lol” – its good to know you bring a smile to someone’s face
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest I anticipate 1 of 2 things:
1) I get a flooding of cheesy impersonal comments for the next few posts (to placate my insecurities), and then nothing again.
2) I get no comments at all (and we pretend I never wrote this post) or one from my mother.
a) I truly am a geeky bizarre person, with thoughts and experiences un-relatable to anything anyone has thought of or done.
b) You’re all a bunch of scaredey cats who don’t want their names or identities revealed (you read my blog like you would a dirty magazine).
c) What the hell would you comment on anyways?
The first one I have no solution to. Yes, I write some pretty ridiculous things on here, many of them I do think/do, others are entirely for my own amusement (and I hope yours as well).
The second point, lets pretend that you all have blogs, and that I wanted to remain as an anonymous poster – in which I could do two of the following.
1) Just choose to put the name ‘anonymous’ in the username option, or
2) Choose a nickname depending on what context you know me in – sort of like an inside joke. For example, (if I was posting on your blog) I might refer to myself as: Gumbi, Boxout Barbie, Dumbbelldiva, Techbunny, Big D, Partner in crime, Apostosinger, Godiva.
Okay, for the third point – true, what would you comment on? I’m grasping for straws here. Here are some generic comments (now that I’ve used them, you can’t):
“nice to see you’re doing well”
“Wow, this post is gay”
“lol” – its good to know you bring a smile to someone’s face
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest I anticipate 1 of 2 things:
1) I get a flooding of cheesy impersonal comments for the next few posts (to placate my insecurities), and then nothing again.
2) I get no comments at all (and we pretend I never wrote this post) or one from my mother.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
SUNdays
Alright, alright, so I really made an effort to get a picture for you people (Nick you better appreciate this). If you remember the photo from last year around the same time – it’s the same $&!*, different book.
So, in case you were wondering how my Sundays have been unfolding, here is my day today:
7:00am - wake up, put on bathing suit, and go sleep some more in the sun.
8:30am - wake up again, look out into the ocean and wish I was a mermaid (you laugh, but we’ve all thought of it some time or another).
8:45am - jump in the water to cool off.
9:00am - dry off and head back to the dorm.
9-10am - shower, clean, and assemble breakfast for friend so we can do path slides.
11am - finish slides, study (eat again somewhere in between).
3pm - circuit training with the Kung fu master (I am still a grasshopper).
4pm - shower #2, begin dinner preparation for entire weeks meals.
5pm till bedtime - study, fidget, dawdle, and study again.
**Please disregard my posting times, as no matter what time zone I set for my blog, it won't change**
Friday, September 08, 2006
Filler
Another busy week has gone by, and sometimes it seems that no matter how much work I get done, the amount left is endless. Even though I took med micro during my undergrad, it never ceases to amaze me of how much I cannot remember. I attribute this to the teaching style of the professor, and the nature of the material. We were basically given hundreds of questions for the entire semester that he would choose from for the midterm and final, so potentially if you memorized them all you could get perfect. This type of learning is just not conducive to retaining information, so I hope after I finish the course more of the material stays in my head. Pathology is well under way, and our group dynamics seem to be pretty good. This is very important because once our advanced clinical skills labs start I will be spending four hours a day, everyday with these people. We’re not as efficient as I’d like us to be, but I play nice with the group and then do the material on my own – for me to really learn things I have to figure them out for myself, I sort of tune out when someone’s trying to explain something (perhaps a reflexive instinct from my childhood).
Anyways, I have no new pictures of anything remotely exciting (unless you count the one I took of my rear delt the other day, but seriously, who wants to see that?). If I take some this weekend, I’ll be sure to post them up.
Anyways, I have no new pictures of anything remotely exciting (unless you count the one I took of my rear delt the other day, but seriously, who wants to see that?). If I take some this weekend, I’ll be sure to post them up.
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