Remember back in the day when it was insulting to still look like a high-schooler in college?
It's past college now, add a few years, and then you have me, older than most of the medical school matriculants in my class.
The hairstylist today thought I looked 22. Now, I take that as a compliment whenever I can get it.
Oh, the vanity.
4.27.2013
4.15.2013
marathons & bombs
As soon as I started driving my car out of the garage, NPR played a snippet about a bombing that happened in Boston.
...What?
Once that played, they went onto another story, so I had to wait for minutes until they returned to that segment. All I could recall was this feeling that dummyhead Ryan Gordito was running the marathon.
They were airing the news again, talking about how the bombs went off sometime after 3 hours. He probably finished the race by then. But was he lingering around? He's kind of a dummy, but he's likely not dumb enough to sit and wait for other runners to finish.
I actually hesitated on whether or not I should text him to find out if he was okay. I put in my usual text of nonchalance, then left it sitting in my phone as a draft. "Did you die from the explosions?" Yup, that's me. Harsh.
15 minutes was how long I waited before sending that message. "No I'm good," was the response, except he didn't even know who was asking. He eventually guessed me because of the area code and the lack of remorse.
It's strange to be concerned about a being as selfish as he is. Didn't really feel like thinking about him, or the possibilities of him being caught in one of the explosions.
It probably bugs me that I care a tiny ounce about someone so arrogant, vain, selfish, etc.
Gross.
...What?
Once that played, they went onto another story, so I had to wait for minutes until they returned to that segment. All I could recall was this feeling that dummyhead Ryan Gordito was running the marathon.
They were airing the news again, talking about how the bombs went off sometime after 3 hours. He probably finished the race by then. But was he lingering around? He's kind of a dummy, but he's likely not dumb enough to sit and wait for other runners to finish.
I actually hesitated on whether or not I should text him to find out if he was okay. I put in my usual text of nonchalance, then left it sitting in my phone as a draft. "Did you die from the explosions?" Yup, that's me. Harsh.
15 minutes was how long I waited before sending that message. "No I'm good," was the response, except he didn't even know who was asking. He eventually guessed me because of the area code and the lack of remorse.
It's strange to be concerned about a being as selfish as he is. Didn't really feel like thinking about him, or the possibilities of him being caught in one of the explosions.
It probably bugs me that I care a tiny ounce about someone so arrogant, vain, selfish, etc.
Gross.
4.13.2013
avenue Qpid
I had this mild moment of insanity where I believed that I needed religion in my life.
I get more page visits on my online dating profile than I do on my blog currently. Should I be flattered or insulted? I was telling a pal that I really don't need a boost in confidence from being rated highly on those sites, but the validation is quite nice when once hasn't cared too much about attracting a member of the desired sex in a long time.
I get more page visits on my online dating profile than I do on my blog currently. Should I be flattered or insulted? I was telling a pal that I really don't need a boost in confidence from being rated highly on those sites, but the validation is quite nice when once hasn't cared too much about attracting a member of the desired sex in a long time.
4.09.2013
broken record
Had this feeling that my days kept replaying like deja vu. It seems like the movie, Groundhog Day, except nothing changes each time, and nothing is improving.
Something that's been on my mind for a while is wondering whether I will ever become close friends with my 7 classmates in the MD/PhD program. There's potential, but will it ever be possible for them to be in that small group of friends whom I travel with through life, no matter where we all walk off to?
Something that's been on my mind for a while is wondering whether I will ever become close friends with my 7 classmates in the MD/PhD program. There's potential, but will it ever be possible for them to be in that small group of friends whom I travel with through life, no matter where we all walk off to?
4.06.2013
circle of life
Remember when I was fostering a bunny for about 2-3 weeks before spring break?
I had a learning community dinner the week after spring break, and I ordered papperdelle. With rabbit ragout. I'm a monster, yes I know.
In other news, I have a new studying schedule for USMLE Step 1, one that won't require me to cram during those golden 6 weeks before the actual test date. Basically I am using Anki to do spaced repetition and recall in order to retain all the information I've learned from Med school for the long term.
More to come. Hopefully I will try to blog more again to keep people in the know about what's going on with my life. I only blogged 12 times last year, an all-time low for me since college. I wonder if it was an all-time low in life as well...
I had a learning community dinner the week after spring break, and I ordered papperdelle. With rabbit ragout. I'm a monster, yes I know.
In other news, I have a new studying schedule for USMLE Step 1, one that won't require me to cram during those golden 6 weeks before the actual test date. Basically I am using Anki to do spaced repetition and recall in order to retain all the information I've learned from Med school for the long term.
More to come. Hopefully I will try to blog more again to keep people in the know about what's going on with my life. I only blogged 12 times last year, an all-time low for me since college. I wonder if it was an all-time low in life as well...
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