Break is a wonderful, lethargy-inducing thing. It was just during test week that I had so many intentions and ambitions in terms of books to read and people to contact and schemes to put into motion.
Break totals thus far:
Books read: 1/478th. This isn't 1 of 478 books. This is 2 pages of a 956-page book. Now my real literary achievement is the progress I've made (with Greg) in Bookworm Adventures. It really is like crack for linguists. I'm in withdrawals.
People seen: Craig. Notable omissions from this list: Jarrod. Peter. Doug. Jay. Laus. Oh wait, wait wait, this is trouble. I'm gonna forget people and they're gonna feel bad and then that's just another mess for me to ignore.
Schemes implemented: Zero. I need to be working on the ADRA Vietnam web page, and the newspaper that I keep threatening to start. Also I need to figure out what's going on next summer, in terms of me, and my involvement with things next summer. Yes, it is a selfish view of next summer, but it's mine and that's enough (and thank you Mr. Kierkegaard and Mr. Nietzsche for ratifying all this. Or so I've heard. I haven't actually read those guys. I'm pretending to be much better read than I actually am. I did the same thing all last week during exams, with the same limited success).
I haven't even watched It's a Wonderful Life. But before we go around calling me the G-word that rhymes with lynch, I am watching (albeit for the first time) Serendipity, which does seem to be showing some Christmas spirit here in the early going, so it's not a total loss just yet.
The other day, my aunt told my brother that she thinks I need a hobby. Or a girlfriend (though I think her words were "a female interest," which in my estimation, sounds quite a lot like a hobby). So I'm thinking stamp collecting.
Wow. I can't think of anything more boring than stamp collecting, except maybe looking at someone else's stamp collection.
Maybe I'll show that female interest my stamp collection.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Cold, hard facticity
It's test week again, which means I actually study hours upon hours. Here's a quick summary of events that took place between the end of my Anatomy exam yesterday and the start of my Cell Structure and Function exam today:
9:40ish - congradulated Paul on finishing his test first. He destroyed it. If it was a football game, he'd have been taking a knee from the start of the 3rd quarter.
10:00 - arrived home, started studying for Cell
10:15 - got hungry, ate some snacks, chatted online, checked MySpace
10:45 - started studying again
11:00 - got hungry, ate some snacks, read football game recaps
11:30 - got hungry, made some lunch, ate some lunch
12:00 - started studying again (amazingly, by this point I'd made it through 3 lectures that I hadn't ever reviewed)
12:15 - got tired, took a little nap
4:00 - got up, started studying
4:15 - got hungry, ate some snacks, watched some of that Al Gore movie
4:45 - started studying
5:45 - dinner
6:15 - rolled over to TBoul's house, started studying. This wasn't the most intense studying, but we got the material. We also went out for snacks.
12:15 - drove home, bed
6:15 - woke up, started studying, showered, studied some more, breakfast, drove to school, studied a little bit more (I got through all the lectures again this morning in about an hour and a half, something that took me about 8 hours to do yesterday. Hooray for last minute skimreviewing (or if you were British, you might call it skimrevising, but I never could bring myself to say that I was revising for a test because it sounds too much like you're changing the information. Plus it would sound bad to tell a teacher that you revise their notes a lot.)
8:30 - started testing the crap out of that test
Our brass quintet is going to play some Christmas thing at some castle in Riverside. I'm suprised. At a number of things. First off, who knew that Riverside not only has Christmas, but it has at least one castle too. Secondly, all of the members of our quintet are in med school with me, and we're in the middle of test week. Now, it is much in character for me to go and make some foolish mid-test-week commitment, but to ensnare others into these plans really shows a) cunning on my part, or b) cunning on Rob's part, because actually it was his idea and not mine.
I have a hit Italian song called "Ave Maria, mi corazon." Ryan, am I right?
I can't wait for The Office this week. A whole hour! What a fun sexy time for me. If Michael institutes Christmukkah and buys everyone sweaters and tries to that Mrs. Weasley made them and then dresses up with Dwight and Andy as the ghosts of Christmases past, present, and future and tries to turn caroling and gingerbread-house-making and nog-drinking into Winter Office Olympic sports, well, if that happens, I really can't predict what my behaviour will be like. I imagine it'd be nice if someone posts bail though.
9:40ish - congradulated Paul on finishing his test first. He destroyed it. If it was a football game, he'd have been taking a knee from the start of the 3rd quarter.
10:00 - arrived home, started studying for Cell
10:15 - got hungry, ate some snacks, chatted online, checked MySpace
10:45 - started studying again
11:00 - got hungry, ate some snacks, read football game recaps
11:30 - got hungry, made some lunch, ate some lunch
12:00 - started studying again (amazingly, by this point I'd made it through 3 lectures that I hadn't ever reviewed)
12:15 - got tired, took a little nap
4:00 - got up, started studying
4:15 - got hungry, ate some snacks, watched some of that Al Gore movie
4:45 - started studying
5:45 - dinner
6:15 - rolled over to TBoul's house, started studying. This wasn't the most intense studying, but we got the material. We also went out for snacks.
12:15 - drove home, bed
6:15 - woke up, started studying, showered, studied some more, breakfast, drove to school, studied a little bit more (I got through all the lectures again this morning in about an hour and a half, something that took me about 8 hours to do yesterday. Hooray for last minute skimreviewing (or if you were British, you might call it skimrevising, but I never could bring myself to say that I was revising for a test because it sounds too much like you're changing the information. Plus it would sound bad to tell a teacher that you revise their notes a lot.)
8:30 - started testing the crap out of that test
Our brass quintet is going to play some Christmas thing at some castle in Riverside. I'm suprised. At a number of things. First off, who knew that Riverside not only has Christmas, but it has at least one castle too. Secondly, all of the members of our quintet are in med school with me, and we're in the middle of test week. Now, it is much in character for me to go and make some foolish mid-test-week commitment, but to ensnare others into these plans really shows a) cunning on my part, or b) cunning on Rob's part, because actually it was his idea and not mine.
I have a hit Italian song called "Ave Maria, mi corazon." Ryan, am I right?
I can't wait for The Office this week. A whole hour! What a fun sexy time for me. If Michael institutes Christmukkah and buys everyone sweaters and tries to that Mrs. Weasley made them and then dresses up with Dwight and Andy as the ghosts of Christmases past, present, and future and tries to turn caroling and gingerbread-house-making and nog-drinking into Winter Office Olympic sports, well, if that happens, I really can't predict what my behaviour will be like. I imagine it'd be nice if someone posts bail though.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Thoughts from a night where I quit a progressive party after one house
Whoever thought that caged rats should exercise by running around in that squeaky wheel thing needs to be stabbed with a protractor or compass (you know, the thing you always had to have for math class but never really got to use. the one that has one sharp metal point and another sharp pencil point) in multiple eyeballs.
It is difficult to tie your shoes while driving surface streets, especially when your car's a stick.
Even scarecrow (i.e. unmanned) cop cars do a good job at reminding people to obey what they think are laws.
There are certain people in this world whose souls I'm irreversibly drawn toward (I dunno, call them kindred spirits or something), and I positively love these people. We're not always good friends (though I tend to try and gravitate that way), and sometimes I just have no idea how to interact around these people so it ends up being awkward. It might sound a bit weird (or completely in(s)ane) but it is for these very people that I want the whole world of happiness. I mean, I want people in general to be happy and I will do my part to contribute to mankind and all that, but it is for these individuals that I would do anything and anything. I know there are only supposed to be four loves or something, but this doesn't quite fit any of the categories. Or maybe it's the storge or philia, but I don't need this feeling to want to become friends with someone, and this feeling is distinct from the way I care for the people around me. Although, the feeling does compel me to think of these kindred spirits as brothers and sisters. I've run the risk of saying too much already, but since I'm in trouble I might as well add that these people also tend to be younger than me (but it's not just a general tenderness for all children, because that feeling is much more sporadic. Little kids can be so annoying)
Good as it is to keep an overall perspective of life, I often run the danger of stepping too far back and being too far removed. It's just as disconnecting as it sounds.
The sun shines hot, the moon shines cold.
The worst part about prison is the dementors.
It is difficult to tie your shoes while driving surface streets, especially when your car's a stick.
Even scarecrow (i.e. unmanned) cop cars do a good job at reminding people to obey what they think are laws.
There are certain people in this world whose souls I'm irreversibly drawn toward (I dunno, call them kindred spirits or something), and I positively love these people. We're not always good friends (though I tend to try and gravitate that way), and sometimes I just have no idea how to interact around these people so it ends up being awkward. It might sound a bit weird (or completely in(s)ane) but it is for these very people that I want the whole world of happiness. I mean, I want people in general to be happy and I will do my part to contribute to mankind and all that, but it is for these individuals that I would do anything and anything. I know there are only supposed to be four loves or something, but this doesn't quite fit any of the categories. Or maybe it's the storge or philia, but I don't need this feeling to want to become friends with someone, and this feeling is distinct from the way I care for the people around me. Although, the feeling does compel me to think of these kindred spirits as brothers and sisters. I've run the risk of saying too much already, but since I'm in trouble I might as well add that these people also tend to be younger than me (but it's not just a general tenderness for all children, because that feeling is much more sporadic. Little kids can be so annoying)
Good as it is to keep an overall perspective of life, I often run the danger of stepping too far back and being too far removed. It's just as disconnecting as it sounds.
The sun shines hot, the moon shines cold.
The worst part about prison is the dementors.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Game night
The following is allegedly taken from a conversation I had with my sister some minutes ago.
10:16:20 PM me@hotmail.com: ok, let's play a guessing game
10:16:27 PM me@hotmail.com: i'll go first
10:16:32 PM me@hotmail.com: i'm guessing you should be in bed
10:16:34 PM me@hotmail.com: ok, i'm right
10:16:38 PM me@hotmail.com: now it's your turn
10:16:42 PM me@hotmail.com: but i'll give you a hint
10:16:42 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: haha
10:16:53 PM me@hotmail.com: i'm either a) studying, or b) watching gilmore girls
10:17:03 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: i'm guessing that i need to do my homework if i want a good grade
10:17:07 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: ill go with B
10:17:08 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: :)
10:17:16 PM me@hotmail.com: wow, you're psychic or something
10:17:20 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: i know
10:16:20 PM me@hotmail.com: ok, let's play a guessing game
10:16:27 PM me@hotmail.com: i'll go first
10:16:32 PM me@hotmail.com: i'm guessing you should be in bed
10:16:34 PM me@hotmail.com: ok, i'm right
10:16:38 PM me@hotmail.com: now it's your turn
10:16:42 PM me@hotmail.com: but i'll give you a hint
10:16:42 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: haha
10:16:53 PM me@hotmail.com: i'm either a) studying, or b) watching gilmore girls
10:17:03 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: i'm guessing that i need to do my homework if i want a good grade
10:17:07 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: ill go with B
10:17:08 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: :)
10:17:16 PM me@hotmail.com: wow, you're psychic or something
10:17:20 PM sister of me@hotmail.com: i know
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