I am slowly getting over the massive soreness from yoga last week. It was so painful over the weekend. I was sore from my biceps to my shoulders to the middle of my back and my legs were also sore. Gah, I'm so glad I can move like a normal human being again.
Anyway, I'm actually being kinda productive for once in my life. I'm going to the gym regularly (I did go for a slow jog even with the soreness). I'm kinda getting my studying done and kinda sorta maybe understanding things. I applied to be a coordinator for one of the free clinics. I've been going to class, which is not as easy as it sounds, those bastards are at 8am. I also signed up for a wine course on saturday afternoons.
Yeah, that's right. I'm actually taking a class to make me even more a snob. Didn't think it was possible huh? The class is a basics course for people who have no clue when it comes to wine. It's also at a wine bar (seems obvious, but the other class was at Whole Foods, so there) in Lincoln Park, which is apparently where all the fun is. The point of which is I'm getting out of downtown, I'm doing something somewhat interesting, possibly meeting new people, and if all else fails...I'm getting drunk. I like my plan. I like it a lot.
The first class is this saturday. It's going to be a partly cloudy day with a high of 10 degrees and a 'real feel' of -12 degrees. Fuck. My. Life. 10! Ten whole degrees as a high! And it's not even going to feel like ten degrees, it's going to feel 20 degrees colder than that. I'm freaking out, man. This really isn't helping me save money either. There's no way I'm going grocery shopping in this weather, so I'll have to have it delivered. There's no way I'm taking public transportation anywhere. I'm pretty sure I'm going to take a cab to the gym, which is an unbelievable thing to do in my mind. Oh and what's the low for saturday? It's -1. With the real feel nonsense of...wait for it...-25! Woooo. So, you know, if you all don't hear from me by Monday, I'm probably in a block of ice somewhere.
There was one bit of good news, which is that Sami got into Albert Einstein's med school, which is so awesome! Eeeeeee! Yes, those are squeals of delight. Such squealing. Selfishly, this means I will finally have someone to visit in New York, and plans are being hatched to see a certain young, male actor naked....er, i mean in a play about some horses or something. Yes...horses. Creepiness aside, it really is great. Go Sami!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The joy of yoga, kindof
I've been in Chicago the past few months, and I haven't really gotten a whole lot out of it. I decided over break that for this new term, I would get out of my apartment more and see the city and/or just do something more productive with my time. You might call it a new year's resolution of sorts, although I think those are such crap. So maybe a new semester resolution? Er, how about doing something and sucking it up instead of whining all the time? I think I'll go with that one.
On Sunday, I went to the Art Institute of Chicago, which has all kinds of pretty art, as one would assume. It has the pretty French stuff and weird modern stuff and different exhibits with random stuff like textiles and architectural designs. They have a room filled with Monet's paintings, which made me so happy. There's something about his paintings that's just soothing and peaceful, except for the London ones. I don't think he liked London so much. Case in point:
The Art Institute has this painting, and it is absolutely beautiful. In real life, the colors pop off the canvas, there's light, it's happy and it's just a pretty painting. And then there's this one:
Yup, that's his take on London and their beloved Houses of Parliament. All the landscapes in France are soft and sunny. His paintings of Venice were also rather bright and happy. Then, there's this dump. Granted, he's right. London pretty much is a dark, dismal place, but someone could have at least had the decency to bribe him into making it look nice. Anyway, there was a lot to see at the museum that I didn't get to, so I'll have to go back at some point and check the rest of it out.
I've also decided to try to finally set up a regular exercise schedule, instead of sporadically doing stuff. I went out for a run on Monday, which was actually really great. It was a nice 65 degrees and I was able to go running comfortably in a T-shirt...In Chicago...In January. I was rather pleased by this. That only lasted a short time as it's cold again, but it was so nice not being cold for once.
Last night, I decided to check out a yoga studio relatively close to my place and finally start up yoga again. So, the way my neighborhood works is a little strange. It's the nicest neighborhood in Chicago. It's downtown, in between Michigan Ave and the Lake. However, I spend most of my time south of my apartment building. School is that way, so are all the grocery stores, dry cleaners, bank, etc. There's also some ritzy stuff like the Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth, but there's also common-folk stuff too, like Gap and a Walgreens. It's nice. However, the two blocks just north of my apartment are the fucking richest and most upscale blocks I've ever seen. Since I never go there, I really never noticed the difference.
I had to go through that neighborhood to the yoga studio. These few blocks include the Hancock Tower (which I did realize was there thankyouverymuch), The Drake Hotel, other really fancy ass hotels, Bloomingdale's, Gucci, and The Private Bank. Yup. That's what was written on the door and the sign outside in fancy gold print. The Private Bank. They might as well have written "The Bank for Only the Ridiculously Rich Who Do Not Want to Associate with Lowly Commoners." I mean, wow. That's one of those where I stopped on the street, stared and then started laughing hysterically.
Anyway, I made it to the yoga class in time. It's possibly the nicest and most extravagant yoga studio I've ever seen (although, I'm sure there's 'The Private Yoga Studio' out there somewhere). It also had a teacher who kicked my ass in the name of inner peace. It felt great at the time, but man, my shoulders and legs are sooo sore. Getting up in the morning hurt so much. It made me reconsider this whole 'going out' idea, but then I thought about how awesomely in shape I would be if I kept this up. So I think I'll go regularly. :)
Well, that's all. I haven't gotten any pictures on phone. I'll figure that out at some point this year.
On Sunday, I went to the Art Institute of Chicago, which has all kinds of pretty art, as one would assume. It has the pretty French stuff and weird modern stuff and different exhibits with random stuff like textiles and architectural designs. They have a room filled with Monet's paintings, which made me so happy. There's something about his paintings that's just soothing and peaceful, except for the London ones. I don't think he liked London so much. Case in point:
The Art Institute has this painting, and it is absolutely beautiful. In real life, the colors pop off the canvas, there's light, it's happy and it's just a pretty painting. And then there's this one:
Yup, that's his take on London and their beloved Houses of Parliament. All the landscapes in France are soft and sunny. His paintings of Venice were also rather bright and happy. Then, there's this dump. Granted, he's right. London pretty much is a dark, dismal place, but someone could have at least had the decency to bribe him into making it look nice. Anyway, there was a lot to see at the museum that I didn't get to, so I'll have to go back at some point and check the rest of it out.I've also decided to try to finally set up a regular exercise schedule, instead of sporadically doing stuff. I went out for a run on Monday, which was actually really great. It was a nice 65 degrees and I was able to go running comfortably in a T-shirt...In Chicago...In January. I was rather pleased by this. That only lasted a short time as it's cold again, but it was so nice not being cold for once.
Last night, I decided to check out a yoga studio relatively close to my place and finally start up yoga again. So, the way my neighborhood works is a little strange. It's the nicest neighborhood in Chicago. It's downtown, in between Michigan Ave and the Lake. However, I spend most of my time south of my apartment building. School is that way, so are all the grocery stores, dry cleaners, bank, etc. There's also some ritzy stuff like the Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth, but there's also common-folk stuff too, like Gap and a Walgreens. It's nice. However, the two blocks just north of my apartment are the fucking richest and most upscale blocks I've ever seen. Since I never go there, I really never noticed the difference.
I had to go through that neighborhood to the yoga studio. These few blocks include the Hancock Tower (which I did realize was there thankyouverymuch), The Drake Hotel, other really fancy ass hotels, Bloomingdale's, Gucci, and The Private Bank. Yup. That's what was written on the door and the sign outside in fancy gold print. The Private Bank. They might as well have written "The Bank for Only the Ridiculously Rich Who Do Not Want to Associate with Lowly Commoners." I mean, wow. That's one of those where I stopped on the street, stared and then started laughing hysterically.
Anyway, I made it to the yoga class in time. It's possibly the nicest and most extravagant yoga studio I've ever seen (although, I'm sure there's 'The Private Yoga Studio' out there somewhere). It also had a teacher who kicked my ass in the name of inner peace. It felt great at the time, but man, my shoulders and legs are sooo sore. Getting up in the morning hurt so much. It made me reconsider this whole 'going out' idea, but then I thought about how awesomely in shape I would be if I kept this up. So I think I'll go regularly. :)
Well, that's all. I haven't gotten any pictures on phone. I'll figure that out at some point this year.
Monday, January 7, 2008
I'm back. . . for now muahaha
I just realized it's been nearly two months since I wrote anything here. Probably because nothing terribly interesting happened to me for most of November and December. Then that thing that was sucking the life out of me went away for a little while. Yes, I'm referring to school.
Winter break was really, really nice. The whole sleeping in all day, hanging out with people, eating whatever the hell I wanted (sooo many cookies) and general laziness was amazing. I went up to Berkeley and finally had dinner at Downtown with Sami and company, which is something I never did while living in Berkeley. That was yummy. There was also much movie watching, well, I guess I just mostly saw Juno and Sweeney Todd. Juno was great, witty and kinda surprising in the end. The characters develop very well and it was a highly enjoyable film. Sweeney Todd was completely different. It was waaay darker than I thought it would be, but it still worked in my opinion. Very strange though with the whole singing and killing thing. Very strange.
I also hung out with the family a lot and honed my technology skills quite a bit. For example, I installed a new router for the house, and it was only supposed to take me 20 minutes according to the manual. It took me 3 hours. This includes a frustrated call to Sami so she could look something up on the internet...because I killed mine. I also found a way to hook up my laptop to the tv. That only took about 10 minutes, not including the two trips to best buy, because I forgot to buy something I needed the first time. Yeah, I'm so awesome. Anyway, it all worked out for the best. My mom now has decent internet and I got to watch whatever I wanted the entire time I was there, which, as the youngest, never ever happens. I was pleased with my efforts.
Christmas was nice and quiet. New Year's turned out to be a lot of fun this year, somehow. My track record with New Year's isn't the greatest. Either I stay home alone and cry, or something goes horribly wrong if I go out. I went into the city for the Patton Oswalt, Doug Benson and Arj Barker show, which was hilarious. I didn't even have to be drunk during the show to enjoy it, but I totally was anyway. Yeah, I think I may have sprained a muscle from all the laughing. Those muscles are out of shape. I also got to ride in a limo to the show, which was my first limo ride ever...and it was sweeeet. Limos are really, really cool. Once I'm making doctor money, that is how I'll be rollin' to work. You best believe. Then there was much walking to make up for the awesome limo ride, but after the crappy walking there was much drinking and dancing to Journey, so I think it all worked out well in the end. And now it's 2008. Fuck.
Anyway, I'll try writing more later, it's past my bedtime. Also, I have pictures from way back when. But I got a new phone, and it doesn't want to sync up with my computer... so I'll be clearing a 3-hour block to deal with this problem. Hopefully there'll be pictures some time in the future.
Winter break was really, really nice. The whole sleeping in all day, hanging out with people, eating whatever the hell I wanted (sooo many cookies) and general laziness was amazing. I went up to Berkeley and finally had dinner at Downtown with Sami and company, which is something I never did while living in Berkeley. That was yummy. There was also much movie watching, well, I guess I just mostly saw Juno and Sweeney Todd. Juno was great, witty and kinda surprising in the end. The characters develop very well and it was a highly enjoyable film. Sweeney Todd was completely different. It was waaay darker than I thought it would be, but it still worked in my opinion. Very strange though with the whole singing and killing thing. Very strange.
I also hung out with the family a lot and honed my technology skills quite a bit. For example, I installed a new router for the house, and it was only supposed to take me 20 minutes according to the manual. It took me 3 hours. This includes a frustrated call to Sami so she could look something up on the internet...because I killed mine. I also found a way to hook up my laptop to the tv. That only took about 10 minutes, not including the two trips to best buy, because I forgot to buy something I needed the first time. Yeah, I'm so awesome. Anyway, it all worked out for the best. My mom now has decent internet and I got to watch whatever I wanted the entire time I was there, which, as the youngest, never ever happens. I was pleased with my efforts.
Christmas was nice and quiet. New Year's turned out to be a lot of fun this year, somehow. My track record with New Year's isn't the greatest. Either I stay home alone and cry, or something goes horribly wrong if I go out. I went into the city for the Patton Oswalt, Doug Benson and Arj Barker show, which was hilarious. I didn't even have to be drunk during the show to enjoy it, but I totally was anyway. Yeah, I think I may have sprained a muscle from all the laughing. Those muscles are out of shape. I also got to ride in a limo to the show, which was my first limo ride ever...and it was sweeeet. Limos are really, really cool. Once I'm making doctor money, that is how I'll be rollin' to work. You best believe. Then there was much walking to make up for the awesome limo ride, but after the crappy walking there was much drinking and dancing to Journey, so I think it all worked out well in the end. And now it's 2008. Fuck.
Anyway, I'll try writing more later, it's past my bedtime. Also, I have pictures from way back when. But I got a new phone, and it doesn't want to sync up with my computer... so I'll be clearing a 3-hour block to deal with this problem. Hopefully there'll be pictures some time in the future.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The most chocolate-y birthday ever
Man, I need to stop slacking off on this blog, especially since I have stuff to report. Yes, there is actually stuff going on that I can talk about AND it doesn't include dead people. This should be a relief for those of you who don't like hearing about how I like to throw around human hearts. Er, well there may be some dead people stuff. . .I won't lie.
Anyway, last week was all kinds of crazy. It was my birthday on Tuesday, and considering I was away from all my family and friends, it actually kinda turned out pretty well. Mostly because everyone remembered my birthday, which made me happy. But also because my mama sent me my favorite chocolate cake, which she made herself. Just the smell of it made me happy. . .but also the eating of it. Lots of eating.
The fact that I had a major exam on Friday kinda sorta dampened the happiness a bit. I hit a wall on Wednesday where my brain and body revolted and refused to study anymore, I had a massive headache, and there was much general frustration. However, I studied all of Thursday and basically took the test all of Friday, which was awful. The test was hard. And I kinda gave up on life, so in between tests I ran errands instead of studying, which actually made me feel better. Buying a bottle of vodka right before a histo exam really kinda makes everything ok.
Yeah, so Friday was on it's way to major sucking, except for the fact that Sami and Amanda flew in Friday night to visit. Yay! And they brought with them copious amounts of dark chocolate from Scharffenberger. Drool. The pile of chocolate sitting on my night stand is basically the sexiest thing ever.
Anyway, I think I actually did a halfway decent job of showing them the city considering I never go out. We went to Grant Park and saw Millenium Park and the bean/Cloud Gate.
The bean is surprisingly awesome considering it's just a giant metal bean. It's soo shiny.
We did some shopping and went to the Signature Lounge in the 96th floor of the Hancock Building on Saturday night, which was neat. The drinks weren't great and the dessert sucked (we actually sent back chocolate cake, it was that bad), but the view was fucking spectacular. And the elevator ride was slightly frightening. It was really fast. Too fast for hurtling up a 1000 foot structure.
On Sunday evening we took the architectural boat tour, which was really pretty at nighttime. It was a pretty enjoyable tour until we got to the lake. It was fucking freezing out on the lake and I kinda wanted to die a little bit. However, we toughed it out in the warm cabin below and made it back to land safe and incredibly hungry. We basically found the nearest pub and ate our little hearts out there.
Monday was less eventful because I had class. But I did show Sami and Amanda my dead body. They seemed to enjoy it.
Over all it was a really really fun weekend. Considering we were all staying in my tiny apartment, and no one got bitch-slapped, I'd say it went well. It was nice to hang out, chat and play some guitar hero. God I love guitar hero. . .and my friends. You guys are cool too. :)
Anyway, last week was all kinds of crazy. It was my birthday on Tuesday, and considering I was away from all my family and friends, it actually kinda turned out pretty well. Mostly because everyone remembered my birthday, which made me happy. But also because my mama sent me my favorite chocolate cake, which she made herself. Just the smell of it made me happy. . .but also the eating of it. Lots of eating.
The fact that I had a major exam on Friday kinda sorta dampened the happiness a bit. I hit a wall on Wednesday where my brain and body revolted and refused to study anymore, I had a massive headache, and there was much general frustration. However, I studied all of Thursday and basically took the test all of Friday, which was awful. The test was hard. And I kinda gave up on life, so in between tests I ran errands instead of studying, which actually made me feel better. Buying a bottle of vodka right before a histo exam really kinda makes everything ok.
Yeah, so Friday was on it's way to major sucking, except for the fact that Sami and Amanda flew in Friday night to visit. Yay! And they brought with them copious amounts of dark chocolate from Scharffenberger. Drool. The pile of chocolate sitting on my night stand is basically the sexiest thing ever.
Anyway, I think I actually did a halfway decent job of showing them the city considering I never go out. We went to Grant Park and saw Millenium Park and the bean/Cloud Gate.
The bean is surprisingly awesome considering it's just a giant metal bean. It's soo shiny.We did some shopping and went to the Signature Lounge in the 96th floor of the Hancock Building on Saturday night, which was neat. The drinks weren't great and the dessert sucked (we actually sent back chocolate cake, it was that bad), but the view was fucking spectacular. And the elevator ride was slightly frightening. It was really fast. Too fast for hurtling up a 1000 foot structure.
On Sunday evening we took the architectural boat tour, which was really pretty at nighttime. It was a pretty enjoyable tour until we got to the lake. It was fucking freezing out on the lake and I kinda wanted to die a little bit. However, we toughed it out in the warm cabin below and made it back to land safe and incredibly hungry. We basically found the nearest pub and ate our little hearts out there.
Monday was less eventful because I had class. But I did show Sami and Amanda my dead body. They seemed to enjoy it.
Over all it was a really really fun weekend. Considering we were all staying in my tiny apartment, and no one got bitch-slapped, I'd say it went well. It was nice to hang out, chat and play some guitar hero. God I love guitar hero. . .and my friends. You guys are cool too. :)
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Dinners, parties, tests, wtf?
So, I'm going a little nuts. I have a test next friday, and there's just so much fucking material I want gouge out my eyes. I did manage to have some fun this weekend, which kinda makes up for this stress nonsense, I guess.
I'm doing this Alzheimer's buddy program thing where people working in the neurology department match volunteers with a newly diagnosed Alzheimer's patient. The idea is that the person with Alzheimer's has someone they can go out and do things with (movies, museums, etc.) and the student gets to do something good and gain some new experiences. I was matched with a woman that was described as spunky, sophisticated and fun. I was supposed to meet her on Friday, so I got kinda dolled up (it happens rarely nowadays) to make a good impression. She actually didn't make it out, but apparently my dressing up seemed to make a good impression on people in my class. . .maybe? I ran into a girl I know from one of my classes at the grocery store and she invited me out to dinner at a Thai restaurant that night, which was fun. There was much joking and laughter, and we all know how much I like laughter.
On Saturday night, one of my friends that lives in my building invited me for homecooked Ethiopian food because her husband was in town, so she cooked. Man, that was so good. Like I didn't really realize how deprived my diet has been lately. I just kinda switch off between pasta and vegetarian chili every day. It kinda makes me sad. So you damn well better believe I ate my little heart out.
Then, I was kinda cajoled into going to the big halloween party at one of the penthouses nearby. It's a really cool place that's super gothic looking for some reason, and it's been passed down to Northwestern med students for a whole bunch of years. It started out ok, there was some awkward standing around in corners with the people I went with commenting on how we don't really know anybody. And then everybody proceeded to get plastered. I got drinks spilled on me repeatedly (like at least 4-5 times). Girls were kinda out of control and I somehow was put in charge of making sure they didn't embarrass themselves, or die or something. It was great. And I'm not being sarcastic because I was really hammered. I wasn't stupid drunk, but it was enough that I was having a fine time on my own. Yay alcohol. Except for the hangover, but watching movies all day in bed was great, so there's a silver lining to everything.
That's all. Oh, I have a test next week. . .I'm freaking out. Have I mentioned this before? :)
I'm doing this Alzheimer's buddy program thing where people working in the neurology department match volunteers with a newly diagnosed Alzheimer's patient. The idea is that the person with Alzheimer's has someone they can go out and do things with (movies, museums, etc.) and the student gets to do something good and gain some new experiences. I was matched with a woman that was described as spunky, sophisticated and fun. I was supposed to meet her on Friday, so I got kinda dolled up (it happens rarely nowadays) to make a good impression. She actually didn't make it out, but apparently my dressing up seemed to make a good impression on people in my class. . .maybe? I ran into a girl I know from one of my classes at the grocery store and she invited me out to dinner at a Thai restaurant that night, which was fun. There was much joking and laughter, and we all know how much I like laughter.
On Saturday night, one of my friends that lives in my building invited me for homecooked Ethiopian food because her husband was in town, so she cooked. Man, that was so good. Like I didn't really realize how deprived my diet has been lately. I just kinda switch off between pasta and vegetarian chili every day. It kinda makes me sad. So you damn well better believe I ate my little heart out.
Then, I was kinda cajoled into going to the big halloween party at one of the penthouses nearby. It's a really cool place that's super gothic looking for some reason, and it's been passed down to Northwestern med students for a whole bunch of years. It started out ok, there was some awkward standing around in corners with the people I went with commenting on how we don't really know anybody. And then everybody proceeded to get plastered. I got drinks spilled on me repeatedly (like at least 4-5 times). Girls were kinda out of control and I somehow was put in charge of making sure they didn't embarrass themselves, or die or something. It was great. And I'm not being sarcastic because I was really hammered. I wasn't stupid drunk, but it was enough that I was having a fine time on my own. Yay alcohol. Except for the hangover, but watching movies all day in bed was great, so there's a silver lining to everything.
That's all. Oh, I have a test next week. . .I'm freaking out. Have I mentioned this before? :)
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Indiana Jones lies
Dude, it's only been one week of anatomy, and I've already done some crazy stuff to my dead person. It's nuts. It's also a lot of fun, which is weird. There are definitely times when I just kinda think about how weird it is that I'm cutting up a person in the morning and then doing normal things, like going grocery shopping or doing my laundry later on in the day. Which is why no one outside of med school should ever ask me how my day is going on anatomy lab days. They'll regret it. But I'll share here because I think it's kinda awesome.
We started out studying the back. So we had to open up the back. Which meant taking off the skin and looking at the muscles underneath. We basically skinned the dude. It turns out I have a mild allergic reaction to the solution they fix the cadaver in, so as I'm skinning away, my eyes started burning and watering exactly like they would if I were cutting an onion. Not that I'm comparing my cadaver to an onion. . .but it is kinda funny. . .
Anyway, after that we got to look at the spinal cord. To get to the spinal cord however, we had to hammer and chisel away the spine. . .which is a suprisingly good way to get out aggression. The spinal cord is actually really pretty. And it's very appropriately named because it looks like a thick cord with smaller cords running out of it. That's what controls most movements and sensations. . .a simple looking cord. I thought that was neat.
Yesterday, we took out the heart and dissected it. It was actually a lot of work because we had to take the skin and muscles off, then take out the ribcage, cut out the lungs and then cut out the heart. There's no way in hell the dude from Indiana Jones: Temple of Doom could seduce out the heart, or whatever it was he did. No freaking way. Our guy actually had a really big, muscular heart the size of a small football. . . so we naturally pretended to throw it at, er, to each other. Heh. The heart is also really pretty with all its different chambers and vessels and whatnot. Yeah that's right. I'm talking about a human heart. I have to keep reminding myself that. I know what your heart looks like. . .God that's so cool.
Anyway, not much else is happening outside of school. I'm still trying to find a life of sorts. You know, one that's not too demanding, possibly involves free food and doesn't judge me because I cut up dead people during the day. Anything along those lines would be awesome.
We started out studying the back. So we had to open up the back. Which meant taking off the skin and looking at the muscles underneath. We basically skinned the dude. It turns out I have a mild allergic reaction to the solution they fix the cadaver in, so as I'm skinning away, my eyes started burning and watering exactly like they would if I were cutting an onion. Not that I'm comparing my cadaver to an onion. . .but it is kinda funny. . .
Anyway, after that we got to look at the spinal cord. To get to the spinal cord however, we had to hammer and chisel away the spine. . .which is a suprisingly good way to get out aggression. The spinal cord is actually really pretty. And it's very appropriately named because it looks like a thick cord with smaller cords running out of it. That's what controls most movements and sensations. . .a simple looking cord. I thought that was neat.
Yesterday, we took out the heart and dissected it. It was actually a lot of work because we had to take the skin and muscles off, then take out the ribcage, cut out the lungs and then cut out the heart. There's no way in hell the dude from Indiana Jones: Temple of Doom could seduce out the heart, or whatever it was he did. No freaking way. Our guy actually had a really big, muscular heart the size of a small football. . . so we naturally pretended to throw it at, er, to each other. Heh. The heart is also really pretty with all its different chambers and vessels and whatnot. Yeah that's right. I'm talking about a human heart. I have to keep reminding myself that. I know what your heart looks like. . .God that's so cool.
Anyway, not much else is happening outside of school. I'm still trying to find a life of sorts. You know, one that's not too demanding, possibly involves free food and doesn't judge me because I cut up dead people during the day. Anything along those lines would be awesome.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I can make awesome baked potatoes. . .yeah that's right
Man, it's been a hell of a long time since I've posted anything. I used to be so good at writing every three days. . .and then my life got boring/incredibly busy with school.
I went home last weekend, which was super-exciting. I did dinner and costco shopping with my mama (I am a college student after all). We then went home and relaxed. I played with my cat and she apparently had missed me quite a bit because she wouldn't leave me alone. Here's a pic of the little fatfat.
Look at the belly! Sooo cute and furry and bear-like. :) On Friday night, she came and slept with me. She somehow managed to find a nook on my shoulder and slept there, thus pinning me down and making me completely immobile for the rest of the night. But at least she was soft and warm. . .that makes up for anything.
I then spent Saturday running around and hanging out with people. I did dinner in the city and drinks with Dina. I realized how much I miss San Francisco. For some reason, it never seemed overwhelming and crazy to me, although it should have. Chicago on the other hand is pretty overwhelming and crazy. I don't know why. Then we headed over to Berkeley for Sami's party, yay party!
Overall that weekend was really great. I really miss hanging out with all you guys. . .stupid moving. But I also really needed that weekend at home. Being around the people I love even for a few hours was really really refreshing.
So I managed to get back to my place around midnight on Sunday night and do an hour of reading for monday then go to sleep. That basically set the tone for the rest of the week. I was running around all week doing all kinds of nonsense. It was super busy. But I survived and I'm spending the weekend catching up on work. I did make myself the most awesome baked potato ever after watching Tyler Florence make it while I was at home. Behold, the yummiest baked potato ever.
And, I also got another view:
There are actually two baked potatoes because Trader Joe's didn't have normal potatoes for baking. I made a white cheese sauce and added the broccoli in there. It is possibly the most delicious thing I have ever made. Drooool.
Other than that. . .I don't have a whole lot going on. I start anatomy on Monday, and we got to see our dead person on Wednesday. I will be cutting up a rather large, but not particularly fat dude. Should be interesting.
I went home last weekend, which was super-exciting. I did dinner and costco shopping with my mama (I am a college student after all). We then went home and relaxed. I played with my cat and she apparently had missed me quite a bit because she wouldn't leave me alone. Here's a pic of the little fatfat.
Look at the belly! Sooo cute and furry and bear-like. :) On Friday night, she came and slept with me. She somehow managed to find a nook on my shoulder and slept there, thus pinning me down and making me completely immobile for the rest of the night. But at least she was soft and warm. . .that makes up for anything.I then spent Saturday running around and hanging out with people. I did dinner in the city and drinks with Dina. I realized how much I miss San Francisco. For some reason, it never seemed overwhelming and crazy to me, although it should have. Chicago on the other hand is pretty overwhelming and crazy. I don't know why. Then we headed over to Berkeley for Sami's party, yay party!
Overall that weekend was really great. I really miss hanging out with all you guys. . .stupid moving. But I also really needed that weekend at home. Being around the people I love even for a few hours was really really refreshing.
So I managed to get back to my place around midnight on Sunday night and do an hour of reading for monday then go to sleep. That basically set the tone for the rest of the week. I was running around all week doing all kinds of nonsense. It was super busy. But I survived and I'm spending the weekend catching up on work. I did make myself the most awesome baked potato ever after watching Tyler Florence make it while I was at home. Behold, the yummiest baked potato ever.
And, I also got another view:
There are actually two baked potatoes because Trader Joe's didn't have normal potatoes for baking. I made a white cheese sauce and added the broccoli in there. It is possibly the most delicious thing I have ever made. Drooool.Other than that. . .I don't have a whole lot going on. I start anatomy on Monday, and we got to see our dead person on Wednesday. I will be cutting up a rather large, but not particularly fat dude. Should be interesting.
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