Volunteered in the Emergency Department again.
Not much happened this time.
It was the other volunteer's last night there. She seemed more chipper than normal.
She's off to San Leandro to live with her parents again while searching for a job as an EMT.
Tonight = nothing of note.
Although the neurology resident working in the lab next to us invited me to see her patients in the clinic tomorrow. That, I'm excited for.
We shall see!
7.28.2011
7.27.2011
crepes on cole
I had a savory crepe, and then a sweet crepe.
I feel gross.
I can't wait for this running to be over.
I ate 3500 calories today, plus however many calories from those 2 crepes. I feel disgusting.
My ass is in great shape, my abs have never looked better.
It's terrible.
What's even worse was that I hit the runner's high today after the 3rd mile. I was running faster, jumping/skipping, and the day was infinitely brighter, which I didn't even mind.
What's wrong with me...
I feel gross.
I can't wait for this running to be over.
I ate 3500 calories today, plus however many calories from those 2 crepes. I feel disgusting.
My ass is in great shape, my abs have never looked better.
It's terrible.
What's even worse was that I hit the runner's high today after the 3rd mile. I was running faster, jumping/skipping, and the day was infinitely brighter, which I didn't even mind.
What's wrong with me...
7.23.2011
beantown
I had a dream about R&D last night. It involved me discovering some data with the Dnmt3a-/-; GFAP-GFP mouse, which is related to his current project that he is proposing for his qualification exam.
I just dangled it in front of him, taunting him with revelatory information, letting him nearly be within reach, only to take it away from him time and time again.
My interpretation is that this again plays along the lines of me being witholding like Lucille Bluth.
"Come on get happy..."
My stint with Ally McBeal is almost over. Who will I turn to next? My relatable characters are off the air until the new seasons premiere this autumn. People really don't use the word autumn that often anymore. It's always Fall now.
My latest obsession was unsolved crimes/murders. The Black Dahlia, Zodiac Killer, cases of that sort.
I just dangled it in front of him, taunting him with revelatory information, letting him nearly be within reach, only to take it away from him time and time again.
My interpretation is that this again plays along the lines of me being witholding like Lucille Bluth.
"Come on get happy..."
My stint with Ally McBeal is almost over. Who will I turn to next? My relatable characters are off the air until the new seasons premiere this autumn. People really don't use the word autumn that often anymore. It's always Fall now.
My latest obsession was unsolved crimes/murders. The Black Dahlia, Zodiac Killer, cases of that sort.
7.20.2011
bandoneón
One perk about working in the science industry is being able to work from home.
I can embrace the shame whenever I want, and however many times I please.
Lunch time does not involve waiting for the entire group to mobilize. My stomach alone dictates the time and place for my meal as I watch Ally McBeal shamefully from the recesses of my apartment.
My choice of lunch is not hindered by lame dietary restrictions. Today I am having Korean leftovers, and "lovin' it."
My rate of cell counting to quantify an observed phenotype is faster with less efficient coworkers bugging me with questions about something as simple as cell counting, or mouse colony management, or even the location of items.
I can do it in my bed, I can do it while eating. Work has never been better.
I think I can see how people get into private practice in the first place, or ultimately end up choosing a lifestyle specialty. My previous notions about this selection were that the people entering those fields were weak and only concerned with money, but maybe they're just onto something that I haven't realized before.
Happiness seems to have a direct relationship with income, peaking at $75,000. If one can attain this with a cushy job, and still have time to do everything else- I guess you could term these activities hobbies- what's wrong with a little more time to yourself?
I can embrace the shame whenever I want, and however many times I please.
Lunch time does not involve waiting for the entire group to mobilize. My stomach alone dictates the time and place for my meal as I watch Ally McBeal shamefully from the recesses of my apartment.
My choice of lunch is not hindered by lame dietary restrictions. Today I am having Korean leftovers, and "lovin' it."
My rate of cell counting to quantify an observed phenotype is faster with less efficient coworkers bugging me with questions about something as simple as cell counting, or mouse colony management, or even the location of items.
I can do it in my bed, I can do it while eating. Work has never been better.
I think I can see how people get into private practice in the first place, or ultimately end up choosing a lifestyle specialty. My previous notions about this selection were that the people entering those fields were weak and only concerned with money, but maybe they're just onto something that I haven't realized before.
Happiness seems to have a direct relationship with income, peaking at $75,000. If one can attain this with a cushy job, and still have time to do everything else- I guess you could term these activities hobbies- what's wrong with a little more time to yourself?
hydrodynamics
My body is SO SORE. And I feel like crap.
I think I just need to rest the entire day today...
What should I get for lunch though?
My stomach isn't feeling well.
But YAY for getting rid of incompetent lab managers! (for Janey)
STILL not impressed though. This was the PI's doing, not hers.
I think I just need to rest the entire day today...
What should I get for lunch though?
My stomach isn't feeling well.
But YAY for getting rid of incompetent lab managers! (for Janey)
STILL not impressed though. This was the PI's doing, not hers.
homestead
I went to this bar with Clare, Nants, Poorneel, Drab, and others.
The only reason Drab enjoyed this place was for their whiskey selection.
Why do I feel as though I've written this entry before?
In any case, the memory that's coming up to mind is that I ordered a drink for Clare and me. (Which brings up AnOTHER memory, and that is I have to repay Clare for the hotel and something else...) $190 still! Perhaps this weekend.
I'm ordering at the bar after this lady checks my I.D. Why I am still carded at my age, I do not know. Every time I look in the mirror, I do not believe that any person should mistake me as a minor anymore.
Regardless, I asked her what whiskeys she had that were nice. No, I asked Drab first what drinks he liked most here. He recommended some Jameson Whiskey. The lady behind the counter suggested 2 other brands, since they were out of that one for the night, so I agreed. She then followed up with another question, "Neat?" I had no idea what that meant- CLEARLY I am not a heavy drinker. I told her, "Sure?"
Not much to my surprise, I was presented with 2 shot glasses, filled 3/4 of the way with whiskey. I should have known neat meant not on the rocks, therefore NO ICE to dilute the alcohol in my drink, my drink of pure whiskey!
A warning to anybody who does not know of my tolerance: alcohol on my empty/emptied stomach does not lead to anything good afterwards.
The only reason Drab enjoyed this place was for their whiskey selection.
Why do I feel as though I've written this entry before?
In any case, the memory that's coming up to mind is that I ordered a drink for Clare and me. (Which brings up AnOTHER memory, and that is I have to repay Clare for the hotel and something else...) $190 still! Perhaps this weekend.
I'm ordering at the bar after this lady checks my I.D. Why I am still carded at my age, I do not know. Every time I look in the mirror, I do not believe that any person should mistake me as a minor anymore.
Regardless, I asked her what whiskeys she had that were nice. No, I asked Drab first what drinks he liked most here. He recommended some Jameson Whiskey. The lady behind the counter suggested 2 other brands, since they were out of that one for the night, so I agreed. She then followed up with another question, "Neat?" I had no idea what that meant- CLEARLY I am not a heavy drinker. I told her, "Sure?"
Not much to my surprise, I was presented with 2 shot glasses, filled 3/4 of the way with whiskey. I should have known neat meant not on the rocks, therefore NO ICE to dilute the alcohol in my drink, my drink of pure whiskey!
A warning to anybody who does not know of my tolerance: alcohol on my empty/emptied stomach does not lead to anything good afterwards.
7.19.2011
amazon prime
I'm the tyrant?!
Smothering someone in my dream apparently translates to me wanting to control/oppress/dominate the person whom I have a relationship with in real life.
To be kissed in a dream means that I will realize something important in aiding my achievement of success in life. That, or not accepted my repressed aspect; being forced to do something I don't really want to do; or someone is shoving their ideas/beliefs/opinions against my will.
I don't understand.
Dream interpretation websites are bogus.
To do today: calisthenics, running, popeye's chicken, and writing.
Smothering someone in my dream apparently translates to me wanting to control/oppress/dominate the person whom I have a relationship with in real life.
To be kissed in a dream means that I will realize something important in aiding my achievement of success in life. That, or not accepted my repressed aspect; being forced to do something I don't really want to do; or someone is shoving their ideas/beliefs/opinions against my will.
I don't understand.
Dream interpretation websites are bogus.
To do today: calisthenics, running, popeye's chicken, and writing.
7.17.2011
extreme couponing
... is exactly what I did yesterday at Safeway.
Billups had given me some coupons from his friend in Colorado, most of which was related to Stouffer's or Lean Cuisine meals.
All in all, I purchased 3 Buitoni ravioli boxes, all of which seem as though they will be tasty. There's the chicken and mushroom, beef and sausage, and shrimp and lobster ravioli combinations, along with a fettucine alfredo frozen dinner from Lean Cuisine, and a Hot Pocket creation. I think it was something like bacon with chicken and sausage- that type of variety.
I bumped my head into a sharp, hard corner in lab today. It feels as though my head is filling with blood. Every time I bump my head now, I'm always reminded of Natasha Richardson and her ski accident.
My life is fraught with nothing but death on my mind constantly. After some stop, you just wish the deaths would stop. Well, the unnecessary deaths, or the tragic ones.
Some doctor, in an instant, was thrown out of the window of the UCSF shuttle and died on the spot. It reminds me of that time when I was riding another UCSF shuttle from the VAMC to UCSF, just to spin virus down. A car had sideswiped us, but luckily he and I were just thrown to the floor of the shuttle. The only loss I encountered was that of my coffee flying all over the innards of the shuttle bus.
Am I crazy for signing up for the SF marathon? My body is nowhere near in condition to endure 5k, or 3.1 miles. Although R&D placed a wager that I wouldn't be able to run the thing in under 7 minutes per mile. For one, he does not know whether I am running a half-marathon or just the 5k. Maybe I can hustle him this way- a bet of $100 has been placed for this run in 2 weeks.
Billups had given me some coupons from his friend in Colorado, most of which was related to Stouffer's or Lean Cuisine meals.
All in all, I purchased 3 Buitoni ravioli boxes, all of which seem as though they will be tasty. There's the chicken and mushroom, beef and sausage, and shrimp and lobster ravioli combinations, along with a fettucine alfredo frozen dinner from Lean Cuisine, and a Hot Pocket creation. I think it was something like bacon with chicken and sausage- that type of variety.
I bumped my head into a sharp, hard corner in lab today. It feels as though my head is filling with blood. Every time I bump my head now, I'm always reminded of Natasha Richardson and her ski accident.
My life is fraught with nothing but death on my mind constantly. After some stop, you just wish the deaths would stop. Well, the unnecessary deaths, or the tragic ones.
Some doctor, in an instant, was thrown out of the window of the UCSF shuttle and died on the spot. It reminds me of that time when I was riding another UCSF shuttle from the VAMC to UCSF, just to spin virus down. A car had sideswiped us, but luckily he and I were just thrown to the floor of the shuttle. The only loss I encountered was that of my coffee flying all over the innards of the shuttle bus.
Am I crazy for signing up for the SF marathon? My body is nowhere near in condition to endure 5k, or 3.1 miles. Although R&D placed a wager that I wouldn't be able to run the thing in under 7 minutes per mile. For one, he does not know whether I am running a half-marathon or just the 5k. Maybe I can hustle him this way- a bet of $100 has been placed for this run in 2 weeks.
7.13.2011
john cage
I think I'm starting to go crazy with R&D sitting behind me at work everyday. BECAUSE he's sitting there, everybody from the next bay over walks over into my bay to start chatting about the most nonsensical topics.
There are times when he can be brilliant- although I would never admit that to his face- and THEN there are moments when he performs experiments like a fool.
This has me starting to wonder whether anybody is actually a genius at science, or whether the results of one's efforts are merely a product of coincidence and sheer luck.
In any case, the more time I spend with him, the more I start to dream about him, which is eerily turning out to be the same case as with Drab.
I still can't believe he entrusted me with preliminary data/results from his current experiment. I hate him for putting trust into me in the first place. Secondly, I hate that I actually find his results extremely interesting. Thirdly, that eventually leads me to admit that he's a good scientist- of which case I mentioned earlier, I am not entirely sure yet.
Why is it that I burn out in the summer? This exhaustion is insufferable.
There are times when he can be brilliant- although I would never admit that to his face- and THEN there are moments when he performs experiments like a fool.
This has me starting to wonder whether anybody is actually a genius at science, or whether the results of one's efforts are merely a product of coincidence and sheer luck.
In any case, the more time I spend with him, the more I start to dream about him, which is eerily turning out to be the same case as with Drab.
I still can't believe he entrusted me with preliminary data/results from his current experiment. I hate him for putting trust into me in the first place. Secondly, I hate that I actually find his results extremely interesting. Thirdly, that eventually leads me to admit that he's a good scientist- of which case I mentioned earlier, I am not entirely sure yet.
Why is it that I burn out in the summer? This exhaustion is insufferable.
7.12.2011
cantata
It almost sounds like a brunch menu item.
Dreamed about R&D for the 2nd time tonight.
The first part of the dream involved me getting so annoyed that I wanted to smother his face with my blanket.
Then he started liking it, stating that the smell of the blanket reminded him of his own back at his apartment, resounding with a goofy "mmMMMmmm!"
His reaction defeated my original purpose, which was to end his life, basically. Therefore I retreated back to my bed, except he kept creeping towards me ever so slowly.
Until he and I were face to face again.
THAT concludes our question and answer section for the day!
Dreamed about R&D for the 2nd time tonight.
The first part of the dream involved me getting so annoyed that I wanted to smother his face with my blanket.
Then he started liking it, stating that the smell of the blanket reminded him of his own back at his apartment, resounding with a goofy "mmMMMmmm!"
His reaction defeated my original purpose, which was to end his life, basically. Therefore I retreated back to my bed, except he kept creeping towards me ever so slowly.
Until he and I were face to face again.
THAT concludes our question and answer section for the day!
7.08.2011
renonce
I believe certain bodies just are not meant for exercise. A fine example would be mine.
My GI tract always fills up with gas every time.
My calves cramped up before I even hit the 1st mile... sigh.
I wish I had thrown up. The banana creme protein shake from CytoGainer was disgusting.
That reminds me of Lizbean and her banana-flavored braces. I am now a sympathizer.
My GI tract always fills up with gas every time.
My calves cramped up before I even hit the 1st mile... sigh.
I wish I had thrown up. The banana creme protein shake from CytoGainer was disgusting.
That reminds me of Lizbean and her banana-flavored braces. I am now a sympathizer.
7.03.2011
voz
I started listening to Mandarin/Cantonese pop music in lab today. My cousin wanted me to attempt to translate a certain word to him in English.
The characters are: 默契. Mo(4) Qi(4).
As far as I was concerned, this means understanding.
I searched a few forums, and a more direct translation of the characters is possibly tacit agreement.
Something that is understood without having to convey meaning through writing or verbal explanation?
Off to mouse house!
Yesterday I tried to access all my experiences from the emergency room, or through shadowing, on my blog, but all my post titles are so random that I eventually had to reread most of my entries. Such a hassle...
The characters are: 默契. Mo(4) Qi(4).
As far as I was concerned, this means understanding.
I searched a few forums, and a more direct translation of the characters is possibly tacit agreement.
Something that is understood without having to convey meaning through writing or verbal explanation?
Off to mouse house!
Yesterday I tried to access all my experiences from the emergency room, or through shadowing, on my blog, but all my post titles are so random that I eventually had to reread most of my entries. Such a hassle...
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