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.