There are no bells in college!

COLLEGE!!!!



We all know what it's like. We've seen "Animal House".

We've seen "Accepted".

We've all seen our share of college-themed movies and shows.

Some of us, me included, are actually in college ourselves!

And we know what it's like. The drinking, the partying, the tiny refrigerators with the too-small freezer that you can maybe fit a few dozen fla-vor-ice freeze pops in, the R.A.'s, the microwavable meals. . .they all give the impression of "yeah, I'm in college"




Now, we've all seen that show Saved By The Bell, right? The high school kids, the early 90's, and the antics that followed them through all four years of school?

You know you have. Don't act like you didn't laugh that time Slater and Zack had to fix Mr. Belding's car before he got back to school but the shop kids took the whole thing apart. Oh those roughneck auto shop kids; always making things more difficult for Zack and the gang!
The hilarity is almost overwhelming!

Now, like a good show about kids in school, it stuck to the time limit of four years. So the kids went from freshman year all the way to graduation in a very timely manner.

But in 1993, they tried to send the kids to college. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of higher education, but anyone can see why Saved by the Bell: The College Years only lasted one season.

While they attempted to cover the basics of fraternities, sororities, and raising money to go to spring break in Cancun, they failed to grasp college as a whole.

Examples-

• They went to all of their classes. And when Kelly skipped a class or two, Zack yelled at her and told her that she'd "never amount to anything" if she continued the behavior.

• They all went to the same college and stayed best friends forever. Zack even married his high school sweetheart in the season finale! (oh, come on, you know you weren't planning on watching this anytime soon!)

• They were all best friends with their Resident Advisor who is an ex football player and way too old to be in college. (NOTE: My apologies. There's no such thing as "Way too old to be in college", and I should not have said that. My anatomy and physiology study buddy last semester was in her 60's at least and making better grades than me! So my bad on that one.)

• I didn't see a single illegal substance during the whole one episode I watched.

• And lastly- There were no Bob Marley, John Belushi, Scarface, or generic hot chick posters anywhere!

Oh Saved by the Bell. You disappoint me.

Hopefully, one day, we'll have a show that tells it like it is. A show that does for college what The Office did for desk jobs. But for now, we'll have to either put up with ABC's "Greek", or just stick with National Lampoon's classics.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go check out some Collegehumor.

To Kimmeh

Congratulations and feel free to gloat. I'll be over here grumbling about it.

Never have I been more dissappointed than after last night's game.

*grumblegrumbleredwingsgrumblegrumblepens*

*moregrumbling*

Check it out Here if you must.

I'll be telling myself that at least we didn't lose as bad as a certain other team in a certain 5-0 game. *coughcoughgamefivecough* And that at least it wasn't a slaughterfest/shutout like said previous game.

Have fun with that cup while you can, because by this time next year, it'll be back where it belongs.

(hehe, I love hockey)

I politely decline your invitation. . .

Since starting this blog, I have made an e-mail account to go along with it. You can see it over in the sidebar under the "Contact Me" box. ---->

Now, usually, this is a neat little thing to have. I loved the fact that as soon as I set it up, Doc A sent me a quick e-mail saying hey. I love when I get updates telling me someone new is following me on twitter. I love sitemeter's e-mails telling me that people actually come to this site and check things out. And I welcome any e-mails from friends who want to say hi!

But sometimes, having an e-mail like this is bad news bears, because it means people you don't want contacting you can contact you anyway. But I guess that's why I wanted a seperate e-mail for the blog? An e-mail account that could take a bullet for my real one by accepting impersonal advertisements and offers etc. etc...

Alot of you know what I'm talking about. But let me clarify.

A certain website contacted me awhile back telling me that they loved my blog and that they wanted to feature my blog and have me blog for them blah blah blah. No, I will not tell you what website, but if you follow me on twitter, or you're a medblogger who has had "trouble" with them as well, you probably know. Now, I knew I'd seen this company before and that I wasn't too happy with it then. So when they e-mailed me, I was cautious. I don't want anything to do with them or their website. So I ignored their "invitation".

Just today, I logged into my g-mail to check my mail (of course!) and I had another e-mail from the same site, inviting me yet again to be a part of their "community".

I felt like ignoring them, yeah. But I also felt mad. I know the sorts of things they do, and I don't approve of their ways of doing things. So I e-mailed them back. Better to be proactive about these things, right? The best way to fix a problem is not to sit on your keister and wait for it to go away or pretend it's not there. The best way to fix a problem is to do something about it. (most of the time anyway, I can't guaruntee "doing something about it" will work with every problem)

My e-mail to them:

Dear _______,

I hereby decline the offer. This is not the sort of thing I would like to participate in at all. So no thank you. And if you even read my blog, you would know that the closest I have ever gotten to working in a hospital was during my acting gig, and that I don't really blog a whole lot about health related issues. I'm planning on going to medical school, yeah, but honestly? right now, my blog is one of a community college student who dreams of being a doctor and lives in her mother's basement, and the social interactions that ensue. So please do not contact me again about this. Your company is one with which I would not like to be affiliated. Do not link to my site, use any of my information, or "set up a profile" for me. The e-mail was very flattering, but (and I use this term figuratively) I'm not buying it.

Very sincerely,


Mary
Student / Unemployed Freeloader
Living in my mom's basement, Inc.

My Playlist. 2nd edition.

For me, I've been hooked on a few songs lately. My Last Playlist was awesome, and I still love those songs, but I have a few more that I've been going bonkers about! And I wanna share with all of you!

1. Stay With Me - Akcent




2. Stay - Jay Sean



3. Life With You - The Proclaimers



4. Take on Me - A-ha



5. What is Love - Haddaway



6. Heaven - Dj Sammy



7. Lovers Cry - Akcent



8. I Met You - The Proclaimers




I hope you enjoy this selection of songs as much as I do. That last one has to be my favorite of the bunch lately. I even take the time to rewind the tape in my car to hear it again and again! The next time I post a playlist, it will be Christmas songs (Which I love! They're so magical!)

Just a few notes. . .

I had wanted to blog about a local news story awhile back. But I feel that the time has come and gone, and it's really not that big of a topic for me anymore.

I wanted to blog about certain goals I've been reaching for, but they don't seem that important now, because my progress is hardly showing.

I wanted to blog about that new book I got: "Med School Confidential" because it had a few activities in there for the future medical student to do to see if they REALLY REALLY want to go. Just questions, really. Like "why do you want to go into medicine?" or "what do you think it will be like?" etc. etc. I figure when I don't have other papers to do, I'll sit down and think them out.

I was going to share my "threw up in philosophy class" story, but then I figured it wasn't all that . . neat. At all.

So this leaves me no choice. I've gotta blog about something I've been thinking about lately, and something that applies to more people than just me.

So how many blogs do you stalk? How many blogs do you stop by on a daily basis without commenting just to read? How many bloggers do you admire who have no idea you exist??

I can count mine on one hand.

Now, how many people stop by your blog without commenting? How many silent watchers does your blog have?

You probably can't count that number as accurately as the first can you? Why? Because the silent watchers are just that- silent! No comments on the blog, no tweets on twitter, no e-mails no nothing. The only way you can tell they've been there is because your sitemeter tells you that you have a hundred or so visits that week. (by all means, not a real number, I look at my sitemeter reports ONCE and then forget everything that was in them, but I'm sure I don't get 100 views a week.)

I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm not! I love stalking blogs and not feeling like I neeeeed to comment. I like stopping by blogs without the pressure to actually interact. (Although I do wish that certain people would acknowledge my existance!!)

I love the fact that there are people who read my blog (probably only once and then they run away!) and I don't find out until I see them on my blog's blognetwork on facebook or something. It makes me feel special (warm and fuzzy inside, etc.)! :) I even sometimes doubt they actually exist until things like that happen.

Or until I find a comment that they've left on a post I wrote awhile ago and didn't check the comments until the other day when I went back and reviewed all my posts/comments.

But honestly? I'm always scared that I've chased them all away! I'm always paranoid that I'll post a dumb blog post one day and then no one except my mom (thanks mom!) will ever ever want to stop by ever again!

And I also freak out when I don't post a comment on someone's blog and then they won't know how amazing and cool I think their blog is! Yaknow?

So anyway, I just want you all to know that yeah, I read your blogs. Even if I don't comment, I'm there. I'm enjoying and google reader starring your posts one after the other. I'm thinkin about y'all when you have no idea I'm around.

And wouldn't it be cool to have a list of the people who read your blog? Like if you could have sitemeter jot down the names of everyone who stops by and be like "oh yah, so and so stopped by and checked out your blog for (random amount of time)" Wouldn't that be nice? That would be nice.

Also- Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack is a hilarious show, and I dont know why it's so funny. Inflatable Bubby is amazing.

The Birthplace of Spam?

No, sillies, I'm not talking about that processed ham substitute that they shove into cans so that the un-healthily minded can scoop it out of said can and shove it into their mouths.

No. I'm talking about the type of spam that afflicts anyone with any sort of access to the internet. The type of spam we come across on websites, in our e-mail inboxes, and even in the comments we get on our blogs!

It gets annoying to find your inbox filled to the brim with advertisements, insincere offers of free gifts, and even promises of monetary gain!

But where does it all come from? Who actually has time in their life to write a letter asking for people's names, address, telephone numbers, etc?? Who had the time to sit down and write the letter I received today detailing the gruesome recent demise of an African billionaire who- oops!- doesn't have anyone to give his billions upon billions of dollars to after his tragic death on the top of a mountain in some far away land??

My theory? It comes from the land of geeks. Every corner of whatever online role playing game floats your boat hold a spammer. Every single online game that you come across where there are people pretending to be mystical creatures surrounded by horrible graphics and poor plotlines is an opportunity for a spammer to be born.

These people obviously have no life, right? They've been unemployed and living in their mother's basement since they were 15 or so and, even though they are in their mid-30's now, the only thing that has changed in the last few decades is that they went from playing Dungeons and Dragons with their buddies in person to playing World of Warcraft with their buddies that they never see, and never really talk to except on the game to trade armor, or swords or whatever the heck you trade on there.

Anyway, on with my theory. Since these people have no contact with the outside world except when they occasionally go out to an important family event, they obviously have to do something when their computer/internet goes through some lag-time, or while their computer -gasp- loses power. So that's when they put together their plans. That is when they compose their outlandish stories and etc. to fill the gap left behind by the absence of internet.

The other theory I have is of the Door to Door salesman. Haven't you all noticed that you never see door to door salesmen anymore? Why is that? Did they die out? Are they extinct? Did a meteor land on their "door to door salesman" convention in the middle of their annual get together? No, my friends, they have gone to the internet. The same annoying little distraction from your otherwise normal day is certainly unwelcome, but do they care? Of course not! They go about their business of having doors slammed in their face (without the physical door!) and being virtually ignored by not only stay at home moms and housewives, but also by their friends and family and anyone who has access to a computer!

Sorry door to door salesmen, but the gig is up, and the sad thing is? This online spamming thing is even worse for your wellbeing than before.

Not that all people who play online games or go door to door selling things are bad. I'm sure they're lovely people who are, at least, beautiful on the inside! I know some completely wonderful people who are not in any way awkward, socially challenged, pimply, nerdy or anything close! In fact, there are some people who play these games that are perfectly normal people who may or may not spend an insane amount of time online, and also find time to live a life. I'm not trying to diss them at all. And going door to door selling things can be a very respectable source of income if you do it the right way! I have nothing against most of them.

No, the problem I have is with the spammers. The people who waste other people's time (not to mention their own as well) with meaningless messages, e-mails, pop ups, advertisements, etc. The people who have nothing better to do than to sit at home on their computer and bother other people who just want to go about their business in peace.

Also- everyone deletes spam. Everyone closes pop-ups. If their is any worse way to advertise something, it's by using popups and spam. So thanks for that offer of 3.2 million dollars if I wire you money to escape from some country I've never heard of. I'll deeeeeply consider that offer. I'm already halfway to the nearest bank to transfer it into your account right now. Really. Keep e-mailing me. It'll get you something. Be persistant, PLEASE! And maybe you can share your boundless wealth and (no joke) "2 boxes of treasure" with me. R-E-A-L-L-Y.

News Cruising. . .

I found this article while reading the blogs this morning. I found it over at med student musings. Nice find!

If You Only Knew ...

Reader's Digest offered two dozen doctors a chance to tell it like it really is, and general practitioners, surgeons, shrinks, pediatricians, and other specialists took the challenge. Some wanted to be anonymous; some didn't care. But all of them revealed funny, frightening, and downright shocking things that can help you be a better, smarter patient.

Oh, you doctors think you're being sneaky keeping these secrets, huh? Well Reader's Digest has got your number! None of these really surprise me.

And I thought it was funny when one of the physicians gave Reader's Digest what was coming to it!

• I know that Reader's Digest recommends bringing in a complete list of all your symptoms, but every time you do, it only reinforces my desire to quit this profession.
--Douglas Farrago, MD

I thought that was pretty funny. Like him saying "Not even Reader's Digest, "Oprah condensed", is completely without fault here." I mean, seriously, that is like going on the Dr. Phil show or something and saying "I know Doctor Phil here always tells you _______ but the truth is ________". I'm honestly kind of surprised that they published that one.

This last one is the final one that I want to mention. You know it'll have people bringing their measuring tape from home. You know it.

• In many hospitals, the length of the white coat is related to the length of training. Medical students wear the shortest coats.
--Pediatrician, Baltimore

So watch out you guys! I know all your tricks! You think you can fool everyone but you can't! Reader's Digestives will make sure of that! Don't you try to keep secrets while they're around, 'cuz they'll find them! Yeah, they will!

Oh, and make sure to stick with it until the last page. Priceless for those anal-retentive people who love to complain about bills.

I Love Me

WARNING: This post is going to contain my unbridled ego. There might not be enough room for it and you. You are about to find out exactly how vain I am. Carly Simon wasn't exaggerating in that song that she wrote about me.

I just wanted you all to know that I am very awesome. I really am. I'm sure those of you who know me in real life can't help but notice, that I'm constantly plagued by awesome. I really am. And sometimes, I just can't help being the bee's knees, it just happens!

Who else can sing along to songs ranging from Backyardigans to Billy Idol and everything in between? No one I know.

Who else can still fit into the t-shirts they got from Elementary School at age 20? Besides anorexics and people who were chunky as a kid but lost an extraordinary amount of weight as they grew up. They don't count.

Who but Mary can make you laugh during even the saddest of events? Who but Mary can make you smile when you're feeling down using lame puns alone? I can cheer up even the saddest emo kid. No doubt about it.

If you ask the kids at church who is the best at every video game ever made, who's name do they give you?? That's right, mine.

I volunteer constantly. I do. I amaze myself even when I list out the things that I do. I volunteer my time each sunday to teach 4-5 year olds in Sunday School. I volunteer my time as an Assistant CubMaster for the kids at my church.

I have volunteered two years in a row to go to Girl's Camp and spend a week teaching the girls and councilling them. They, of course, love having me there because I am the only leader who used to actually go to camp with them, and who they can trust to be their advocate with the other leaders. I was their comedy releif last year, when I slipped and fell butt first into a gigantic mud puddle. I was supposed to show up at an important dinner meeting later that night in those same clothes, but I laughed and made jokes because anything that would keep their minds off of the rainy day was welcome in my book.

Don't worry, that bandaged arm is just to cover a really bad insect sting/bite that had occurred the night before. If you look at the bottom, you can see the skid marks where I slipped.

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Anyway, back to how awesome I am. I am the best "gift giver" ever. I know people's quirky sides, and I know how to amuse that. If there's a girl who's turning sweet 16, and everyone else is giving her girly stuff, I know that the one present that will stand out is an etch-a-sketch, or a paddle ball. Because I know she still wants to be reminded that there's a kid in everyone, no matter how grown up we get. Also, when no one knows what to give someone, they come to me. Because I seem to know best I guess.

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I think I might just be the best reader around. I do think I am. I went to a private school in first grade that taught me how to read, and I've been addicted ever since.

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I can cook, I can clean, I can play soccer, I can play hackeysac, I can do laundry, I can help people with computer problems. I can make a mix tape of songs to play in a car that has no cd player. I can rip, mix and burn cds like nobody's business. I can beat any Splinter Cell game in a matter of hours.

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As a result of all my hackysac playing, I have fabulous legs. I really do. Smooth and shiney and with just enough muscle definition. I have the cutest feet you've ever seen as well. Super cute. They're adorable, really. Perfect in every way. My skin tone is amazing, and I have never had to go through a horrible teenager acne stage. My complexion is wonderful. And my hair is terrific. I can do all sorts of things with my hair, even with it being thick and wavy and frizzy, I can manage it, and it looks gooood.

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I love eating healthy food. I'm not obsessed with having a healthy diet, but I can make healthy meals for myself when I feel like it. I can also have a good ol' ham and cheese sandwich if I want it. Or a bowl of Froot Loops, which I absolutely love.

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I am good with kids. I really am. Any age. They just seem to love me. Maybe because I watch the same shows and can relate to the things they talk about. I know who Hannah Montana is, and I know who Dora the Explorer is.

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I am a very good organizer, and a very fast typer I can type, in a chat room situation, about 65 words a minute.

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I know who Fred Astair, Gene Kelly, Audrey Hepburn, Rex Harrison, and Ginger Rogers are. I can watch shows and get almost every obscure reference that they throw out. I can watch a british comedy show and name most of the main characters, and what other shows they were in and how you might know them through other movies. I can connect Billy Dee Williams to Hugh Laurie using shows and co-stars.

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I can make a mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I can play Heart and Soul on the piano, Ring of Fire on the harmonica, and Ode to Joy on the trumpet. I can skip rope, and hoola hoop. I can blow a huge bubble the size of my own head from only two pieces of bazooka joe bubble gum.

I can point out Estonia on a map.

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I can rhyme all the time and I'm fine with lemon lime. I drink water all the time, seriously. I can't get enough. I know obscure actors that no one else may notice. I can hold my own in all different types of conversations with all different types of people.

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I rock.

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*this post was brought to you courtesy a self esteem boost from learning how to put my twitter updates in that neat little box over there. I got twitter because even though I had thought about it, I wasn't entirely convinced until talking to Dr. A last night after he wrapped up the podcast

The Hair Chair and the Doc Box

My nephew, yesterday, was having trouble at school. He wasn't listening to his teacher or participating in the lesson, and he refused to clean up a mess that he had made. So his teacher, unwilling to deal with it at the time, sent him home. When he walked in the door with his mother, she looked at me, and momma, and said: "Any job you need doing? Him." So while momma pondered over what she might get him to do, I said "I need to clean my room!" And so his mother sent him downstairs to my room with me to get started.

We started by the door, where the bookshelf was, and worked our way around the room, while I would tell him to put certain stuff here, and certain stuff there. He had trouble at first, because he didn't really know where to put random things like bobby pins or hair clips or my Atlas of Nephrology. I had a toy box, for all of my nifty toys to go in, and a laundrey basket for the clothes on the floor, so those weren't a problem. But I had to make something for him that he'd be able to remember where certain other things went.

Thus came into existance the Hair Chair, Doc Box, Pin Tin, and a few others like "The box of stuff that doesn't need to be in Mary's room"

Hair Chair- The chair on which to put any stray bobby pins, hair brushes, hair ribbons, or scrunchies.

Doc Box- The box in which all of my medically related books go in, also anything that has to do with being a doctor. Ex.- toy bear that pretends to be a doctor, stethescope, those scrubs I wore last halloween, etc.

Pin Tin- Where all the wall tacks go. I mean, sure, they're not really pins, but it was the thought that counts.

"The box of stuff that doesn't need to be in Mary's room"- Well, that's pretty self explanitory.

So it took a few hours, and several plastic bags full of junk I was willing to part with, and my room was finally pretty close to clean. My nephew even started to do things without me telling him! And when I would have to ask him, his response was a surprising "yes ma'm!!" How amazing! I've never gotten one of those from him!

So, after a bit, we go upstairs because we both need a well-deserved bathroom/lunch break, and his mother tells him that since it's 2:00 (the time his school gets out), and he would've been out of school by now, that he is done being a little cleaning boy.

I'm sort of dissappointed, because I wasn't done cleaning. But I go ahead and start to make myself lunch anyway.

So I'm in the middle of making myself a ham & swiss on wheat with all the goodies, he comes right up next to me, and asks me to make him a sandwich. Now, his mother is right in the living room, so I really don't see why he wants me to do it. I tell him this, and he goes to ask her. He comes back to me, and says "she says yes" . As if I now have permission to make him a sandwich. I tell him I kind of thought that mommy was going to make him a sandwich, and he groans that he wants me to make it! That was weird. He's never wanted me to make him anything. So, me and mommy do rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to make hims a sandwich. And to his joy, I won. I don't mind, though, because honestly, how hard is it to make a Cinnamon sandwich? Two pieces of bread, some butter, and some cinnamon.

So both sandwiches made, I was about to put his on a little animal face plate thingy. I forgot what they were called. Zoopals? Anyway, he says "No! I want the same plate as you!!" So I get him the same plate, the same size cup, and get us both a glass of strawberry milk, filled to exactly the same height. No more complaining.

So it's pretty nice that we were buddies like that for at least a little while. Once dinner rolled around, he was back to normal. But at least my room is cleaned. And I have to say, it looks pretty darn good.

Fun in the Rain.

There was a dance tonight. Big Brother and I went late and left early as usual. The funnest part of the evening was sticking our hands out the window in the rain. Now, you might think that that's lame. "What's so fun about sticking your hand out the window when it's raining?" you ask. Well, it's not just any window. It's a car window. And at about 40 mph, even a light rain starts to feel like pricking needles against your skin. Try it sometime. Maybe you'll see what I'm talking about. Next time it's raining, go for a drive. Make sure you have a t-shirt on, so that no sleeves are ruined in the process, and stick your hand out the window once you hit the freeway. See how long you can keep it out there. Sure it's painful at first, but eventually, the chilling cold from the combination of wetness and wind start to numb your arm. You still feel the pricking sensation from the rain, but at least you don't feel the pain from sticking your arm straight out for a half hour. That's the fun part for us. Seeing how long we can go without brining our arms inside the car. We went 40 minutes last night, no joke. We would've gone longer if we had been further away. But even that small amount of time was worth tons of laughs. And lots of stinging sensations on the arm. Going 70 something down the highway while in slightly heavy rain?? Wow, it hurts. But it's sooo worth the feeling you get when you get home and dry and numb your arm. Kind of makes you appreciate your windsheild a bit more as well.

Grand Rounds and Google

Gruntdoc's been having a pretty good week for posts. His April Fool's edition of Grand Rounds was amazing! I jumped from blog to blog, to blog to blog to blog to blog enjoying Grand Rounds even more than ever, and I'm still not done reading all of the amazing submissions. Maybe someday I'll have something to submit to GR. That'd be nice. Anyway, I now have a whole load of mediblogs to add to my link's list. Doctor Anonyomus' Video Hosting was by far my favorite. His commentary on the whole thing was amusing and insightful at the same time. This week has been , by far, the best Grand Rounds ever. Thanks to Nick Genes, the Grand Rounds coordinator for putting together yet another wonderful Grand Rounds. You picked all the right people to help.

Next up on my list, Google's version of E-mail. I've wanted to mention this for the longest time, but I haven't really thought about it when posting. Gruntdoc's post on Google's april fool's joke reminded me.

I have a gmail account. When signing up, they say "no more spam!" or "less spam than everyone else". That's a load of hoo-ha. With my current e-mail provider, I get anywhere from one to three spam messages a day. Whenever I log in to gmail, my "spam box" is loaded by the hundreds with spam mail messages. I really am thinking of getting rid of this gmail account. Mainly because it's redundant. All I really do with it is use it to send or receive things that I think are taking too long on my normal e-mail provider. But even that is just a show. It doesn't really go faster. It usually works when sending, but receiving depends on when it's sent. So there's not much difference there. I really only do it to keep the wait from being boring. I do not recommend gmail.

On a seperate note, I have been playing games on MSN Messenger. My friend recently pointed out to me that MsnMess. had this feature. It's a wonderfully enjoyable experience. Especially when I'm the winner. Which I am when we play Seven Hand Draw Poker and Competetive Sudoku. But he's better by far at 8-ball pool. It's been very very fun and I hope to eventually try out all of the games. We've been having a blast.

I wish I could post audio clips on here. Ones that I had gotten from my other friend. He is practicing his Captain Falcon voice. It's pretty funny. Especially when he asks for a peanut butter sandwitch. I'll see if I can't grab a few snatches of audio gold from him.
update: got some!





Finally - Why does This Guy have to be so darn good looking? It's kind of annoying.

Children Never Grow up

Whilst forcing my young nephew to sit at the table and finish his breakfast, I have made a discovery. It's a small one. I might just be about the last person on the earth to realize this, but I am happy with myself for it.

For breakfast this morning, My Young Nephew wanted something he hadn't tried before. I insisted that it wasn't very tasty, and that he might want to have something else. He screamed and cried and jumped up and down until I, frustrated with him, gave it to him with the warning that he must finish the whole thing or he will not be having lunch. That will be his breakfast, lunch and dinner until he finishes it. He agrees airily as he opens it up and starts munching. He gets about halfway done before he decides that he is bored with it, and starts to throw it away to avoid having to eat the rest.

About midway through this battle of wills, I realized that alot of the times, grown ups are like that too. We adults are so adament about starting something new, like a relationship, or a job, or some other sort of thing that takes commitment, and we just dive straight in. We don't think about the possibility that we might get tired of it halfway through. We commit to something without really knowing what that commitment means. Alot of the times, we find that it wasn't what we wanted at all, and we try to just throw it away to avoid finishing what we started.

I am thinking about relationships. Both of my sisters have gone through seperations. Both of them are because people are unwilling to fully commit to things. The Older sister got married and it was a fairy tale come true for her. She had a nice guy whom she loved and got along well with. He had a job and a car and of course, flaws. At first, the flaws were things she found adorable. She loved the way he would go out with the guys all night. She loved how rebellious he was. She loved the way he seemed to just not care about being responsible. Maybe it was because she wanted a challenge. Maybe it was because it gave her the opportunity to be the "adult half" in a relationship. Be responsible for things that she hadn't had the opportunity to be in charge of before. I don't know. When they had kids, the endearing ideals, the travelling from apartment to apartment, living from paycheck to paycheck life was not enough for her. She had babies to take care of. She had children that she needed to feed, bathe, shelter, and clothe. He had addictions that he needed to satisfy. What was once an endearing tendancy of his to quit an unfair or boring job to paint or "be an artist" while he finds another one, became a cause for concern. Surely, two adults could live like that, but not a family. A wife and child could not be supported by "fix-it" jobs. Oh the talent he had. If only he had been committed, the relationship and the family might've stood a chance. But he hadn't grown up yet. And taking care of a family while taking care of his addictions and whims proved too much for one weak-willed man to handle. Eventually, My sister got tired of his promises and his addictions, and his friends. She left him for the good of the family.

If only people would realize that things like that take committment and hard work.

My other sister. She had a boyfriend that loved her and cared for her. He had made mistakes in the past, they both had, and it had been a rocky relationship. They were on again, and off again for years. When he proposed, it was just after a rocky and complicated off again. It seemed that he would shape up. He was, after all, in the military now. He had gone through training and was turning out to be a responsible young man. Marriage seemed like the right thing at the time. He was growing up, and was looking to settle down for awhile. But again, lack of committment and foresight brought chaos. One day, Mr. Army boy comes home from work and tells my sister that he is too young to be married. None of his buddies are married. They all are free to do as they chose. None of them need to check in with the wife for permission to go out. It's as if he has another mother telling him what to do. She is surprised, and cannot grasp what he is saying. They talk about it. She thinks that it must be because he has cheated in some way. He denies any such act of dishonesty. She insists that it was okay, and that he could tell her. She wouldn't be mad if there was more reason behind this than just "I'm too young to be married". He denies it. He would never do anything like that. She finally sees the base chaplin. Just to see what he says about it. The chaplin gives her this analogy:

Your husband is on a bridge with a rope. He has one end in his hand. He throws you the other end. He jumps off of the bridge. How long are you going to hold on?

It made her realize that if she wanted to move forward in life, she needed to drop the things that are holding her back. She finally decides that the relationship she has with her husband is dragging her down and holding her back. As long as he refuses to grow up and be a responsible husband, she cannot be with him. They divorce, and she moves to Atlanta with our cousin.

It seems to me that many many people only want the good times. They want the frosting on the cupcake, and will not eat the cake part when they come to it. They want a relationship, but refuse to grow mentally or spiritually to maintain it. A relationship is a living thing. It changes and grows and can be wonderful if those involved change and grow with it. But when they don't, or can't or won't. That's when things like this happen.

That's my little bit of wisdom for today. Eat the pizza and the crust. If you try something new with a commitment to finish it all, don't smash it on the floor when your aunt isn't looking and then refuse to clean it up once she turns around and finds the mess. Geez, little kids, huh? Whattya do with em?

Poppins anyone?

I love the movie Mary Poppins. It's terrific fun! I watched my favorite song from that movie today. I know why it's my favorite one. Do you know why?





I like it because I love hearing people singing about me. That's why. My mom sings this sometimes and I love it! Also, Dick Van Dyke is awefully goofy in this movie. Always good for a laugh.

On a different note:

Yesterday after Math class, a friend invited me (more like told me I was going to go) to a "dance party" downtown. Apparently, there are parties on saturday nights. I had no idea. I don't know if I want to go. It's not really my scene. If you know what I mean. (rhyming mostly un-intentional).

I mean, a party? Downtown? Where there could be things that I don't want to see/hear/ingest? Where it goes from 7:00 to who knows when? I don't think so. I'll have to ask about it. It'd be nice to go out and do something for once, but not at the expense of my integrity and values. I might just invite him to the church dance that is the friday before and ask him to compare.

Also, someone made the comment that it sounded an aweful lot like it was a date. It's not. It doesn't matter if I go or not, it's not a date. He invited me and our other friend in math class to go. So I don't think it's like that. Although he did get my number. But only so he could call me and give me the details about the party.

But he is cute.

But I don't date non members.

But I don't date.

But I shouldn't care.

I guess I'm just going to have to talk it over with my mom. She always has good advice.

On yet another, more different note:

I was whistled at twice yesterday. Wolf whistle. Once it was a guy I had no idea who he was, and another time was a guy I did know who was just playing around (I hope). I ignored both of them. Hahaha.

I guess being attractive has it's disadvantages.

Med. Term. Geo- Partay!!!

Okay, so in Med. Term. Class, we play Jeopardy to review for the tests. I am not as awesome in this as I thought I would be. It's all diseases and symptoms, no anatomy!! How's a girl supposed to ace the class if the anatomy part is all. . . gone? I mean, I kill at anatomy. I do. I am the best at knowing what things are and where they are. But when it comes to diseases and things like that, I stink. It's a weakness.

Also, in Math, I got my second test back and I have to get 100 on all the rest of them to pull through the class with a 70. I need a tutor. Badly. Jenna, I hope you don't mind this selfish plea for help. But math class is killing me.

On a brighter note, I think that all this getting up early in the morning stuff is starting to wear off. I've been getting up at 6 for the past. . . 4 years? And I'm finally beginning to not be a grumpy crusty eyed zombie! Yay for me! I knew that I'd be able to beat it one of these days. I just hope that springing forward won't mess that up. I so like being a morning person.

Last night in A&P class, the teacher (best one ever, by the way) was passing out tests, and pronounced my name wrong. I corrected him, but then told him that it was okay to mispronounce my name because "I love this class". That is probably the thing he hears most from me. There is a certain door in our classroom that he sometimes uses and when he is leaving through that door to do anything (sush some kids in the hallway, grab some stuff from his office, etc) I call after him with "I love this class". There is an unspoken "by the way" tone to how I say it. He thinks it's hilarious. But I think he's hilarious. When he reads things from the textbook, and he doesn't like it, he calls it "Hogwash!". He is fun stuff. Really. I feel like he's the funny old grandpa I never had.

Well, I do have two grandpas, but they don't count. I don't see them as much. But of course, they do live in Utah and Minnesota. So there's an excuse.

Anyway, my foot is asleep. And I think I might want to be joining it soon. I do have time before my next class to get in a few hours.

The findings of a curious (and happy!) mind.

So. . .



I found out that I don't like driving my sister's car.



I found out that I wasn't as prepared for today's test as I had thought.



I found out how to delete comments from others on my posts. (so, Jenna, if you still want me to delete that one comment, you are in luck!)



I found out that I can be awefully grumpy in the morning.



I also found out that my sudden snappy grumpiness could show itself to anyone.



Which is very dangerous if Dad finds this out at the same time.



I found out on Saturday night that I was horrible at bowling.



Which lead to me finding out that I don't mind losing as long as everyone has fun.



I found out that I don't like mushrooms as much as I had thought.



I found out that buying seasons of my favorite shows at Best Buy is possible, but improbable according to the latest update from my wallet.



I found out today that I lost my wallet.



I found out last night that I am like Bicycle Playing cards better than other brands.

I also found out that I can get on the internet in math class. Go figure.

Nothing much

You wanna hear something funny? Not funny ha-ha, mind you, but funny weird.



For starters, a funny confession- Even whilst I was crashing the car, happy was there. I knew I'd get attention for it, and that made me happy.

Don't get me wrong, though. Terrified, and his good buddy anguish were there as well. Trying to drown out happy.

But unfortunately, I am cursed with a happy happy brain.

I'll prove it to you.



There, see? I scanned my brain, and apparently, I'm all happy all the time.

Tagged- Now? Really?

Well, after stopping by My Friend's Blog, I decided that I'd finally give in. I'll finally do what it told me to do. I've been looking at it and putting it off for ages, but I can't put it off any longer. It's too tempting.

What Am I Doing Right Now?

Well, for starters, I am blogging. I'm blogging whilst listening to my new favorite song by Akcent called Spune Mi. I have no clue what the words mean. All I know is that there are cute guys singing it, and it's catchy. I'm supposed to be watching kids, but I've sent them to their room to clean it, so that I can have a minute alone. My shoulder is still killing me (I say shoulder instead of back because I don't want to sound like an old person, but it's up near my left shoulder on my back) from the accident, and more recently, my neck has started to hurt. It's only a sharp pain when I lift my head the wrong way. I am hoping to ask the opinion of my Med. Term. teacher, seeing as she's a chiropractor. I hated trying to spell that, and I don't care if I got it wrong. I am wearing my favorite hat. It's pretty awesome. I got it for around $4.00 at Target, but it's way cool. I'm waiting for Mom to get back from taking the Little Brothers to the Dentist, so that she can take me to school. I hate not having a car. I've recently been watching Dr. Who, and I'm addicted. Its a horrible sci-fi soap opera, but I'm addicted. How sad is that?? Anyway, I'm also taking Tylenol right now. Regular Strength Tylenol is my best friend now. I've found that Ibuprofen doesn't really help as much as it does during certain other times of pain. But with Tylenol, if I can just take some, and wait for it to kick in (it takes about ten minutes) then I'll be fine. In the mean time, I'm hurting really bad. Gol Dernit, my back hurts so bad!! Geez! I went to the doctor and she said it'd be gone in a couple of days. So either she went to Med School at Liarsville, or she doesn't know what she is talking about. Maybe she meant a couple of weeks, I don't know. But I do know that it's almost been a week since the crash and my back is still killing me. Which, with my tendancy to relate words to songs, leads me to this. Thanks, Roberta, thanks. Glad you went and popped into my head at exactly the right moment, I really appreciate it, really. Just for that, here's my favorite version of this song. Yeah, it's not yours, it's by the Fugees. So there. Have fun with that.

Anyway, now that you've had a little taste (and I do mean little, there's tons more where that came from) of what goes on in my head, you know a little more about the jungle that is my brain.

Also, Im a horrible red wings fan because the last 6 games I haven't seen and the last 6 games, they've lost. 6 in a row. I feel responsible for some reason.

My lucky day and My G.A.

Okay, so you all know how I really don't like to give actual names on this site. I really don't. I think people's privacy is important, and I respect the fact that some people don't want their names to be plastered all over the internet.

But. . . I think I can make an exception. Besides, it's not like anyone I don't know reads this blog right now, so I think It'll be safe. It'll be awhile before I actually get this blog into the medical blogosphere, so for now, I'm going to just go for it.

Denise Newhouse is heaven sent. She really is. I've suspected as much for some time now, and last night, it was confirmed. She is My Guardian Angel.

Last night, whilst driving home from my evening scripture study class, I ran head first into the most gigantic pothole in South Carolina. Not kidding. I really truely do beleive that it's the biggest. Now, usually, I avoid said pothole. I do. I know where it is. But last night, I forgot it was there, and to even further my plight, it was filled with water. I might as well have crashed into the kiddie pool at the neighborhood pool. That's how big it was. Big enough that it took out the whole bottom front of my car, and bumped my wheels pretty bad, too.

I stopped immediatly. Luckily, I wasn't too far away from class, and I had been the first to leave. So surely, somebody would see me and come to my aide. I saw Navy Nurse's car. He passed right by. I saw Best Buddy's car. She passed right by. In my distress, I grabbed my phone. After a quick prayer for help, I called mom. She quickly transferred the conversation over to dad.

The bad thing about being me, is that all of the emotions I hold in during the week, come out when I start to cry. I'm fine when no one's around. It's easy to bottle things in when you're alone. But when there's someone who's willing to listen. Someone who cares about you and wants to know what's wrong, the tears pour down like rain. And honestly, I am sorry about the country music-like phrase, but really, I swear, it's the only crying simile that came to my head.

Anyway, I was in the middle (actually, I was more like three or four words into it) of explaining my plight to Mom, when all of the sudden, that hot feeling came to my face, and my windpipe constricted, and I stopped breathing. I hate crying when I'm trying to explain what's happening. I sound something like this: "sob sob gasp I wahhhhhh breath I quivering lip sharp intake of breath I was gasp sob breath in I's going home waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh gasp gasp and like whimper boooohooohooooo"

So as you can see, it's more confusing to understand me when I'm crying. Way more confusing. So after sobbing to mom for a while and then sobbing to dad, there is a knock on my window. Denise Newhouse. She saw me on her way and decided to turn around. Now, as bad as I am over the phone when crying, it's about 5x worse when there's an actual person there with two whole shoulders, and always wiling to let me cry on either one. I picked the left one. I told my Dad to hang on, and explained - fighting the tears the whole time (they won) - what had happened. I let her and dad listen to the rattling sound the car made when I turned it on. Dad decided that it was okay for me to try to drive the car home, so I told Denise what he decided. She decided to follow me home the whole way.

Weird stuff was happening on the way home. The car was making weird noises. I had trouble with turning the wheels. Later than that, when I would put my foot on the gas, the rpm would go up, but not the mph. I had been going slow before, but by the time I got to my neighborhood, I stopped on an uphill. The car couldn't make it no matter how I revved the engines. The battery light was on the whole time. I'm glad Denise followed me into the neighborhood, because she was able to give me a ride the rest of the way home. I thanked her for her help, and hugged her. Mom thanked her for looking after me, and she was on her way.

Denise Newhouse is my hero. I don't think she beleives me when I tell her, but she is. She's been here for me since I moved here. No matter what. I'm thankful for her friendship, and her compassion, and the guidance she has given me throughout the years. It's almost like having another mom, but part-time, and without the "momming" that you get with your full-time mom.

Anyway, once I was home, I was trying to get Dad to go look at the car. Mom told us to take Big Brother with. Apparently, he didn't know that anything had happened. So when I asked him to come with to get the car, he asked what had happened. I tried to explaining, but apparently, that feat is undoable unless I bawl my eyes out. I don't want to cry in front of Big Brother! I covered my face with my elbows (it makes sense when you know that my hands had been behind my head.) and start yet another battle with my tears.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. One of the rarest things in the world showed itself. I had thought it was extinct, but apparently, it only comes out when it needs to. What is this wild and untamed specimen?? What is this thing that only shows itself once a year, maybe even only once in a few years. A hug from Big Brother. A genuine hug. An actual show of compassion and love that doesn't manifest itself in the form of quality time and video games.

I think that really did kind of make up for the fact that I had just ruined the car. Well, to me at least. I don't think a hug from Big Brother would take away Dad's feeling about the whole thing.

I digress.

We went and looked at it, and Dad saw that the car was leaking transmission fluid. And, apparently, the pothole scraped off some kind of electrical soemthing also, so I'm pretty glad right now that I didn't blow up. That would've stunk big time.

I don't think I went away completely unharmed, though. I must've done something to hurt my back, because my back is killing me. Around my left shoulder. It starts under my scapula and goes from about T-2 through T-8. It's killing me. I still have to go to school, unfortunately. But at least it's a holiday where cute boys give me things.

I will be soooo angry if I go to school and don't get anything good. That'll be a waste. I would've stayed home today except for that.

I should probably see a doctor about my back, but I never get to go to the doctor. Sam's been about twice so far this year. I haven't been since back around fall of 2006.

Oh well, I guess things will work out.

Post 51! Wow!

Wow, I can't beleive I'm halfway to 100 already!

Anyway, Today in Med. Term, we learned about the major arteries and such in the body. I already knew where the Femoral Artery was. Various television shows have been jumping on the "severed the femoral artery" train lately. I also learned about how the heart works. I heard something, though that my anatomy and physiology teacher would've called Hogwash. Whenever people call action potentials "electricity", he always says it's hogwash. And then he goes on to tell some story about back when he was in 'Nam. It's pretty fun in A&P. Not as much fun in Med. Term, but still, we learn alot more I think.

My second Med. Term. test came back today, and I got 93%!! It was exciting.

Anyway, you know that part in Harry Potter (I've gone and forgotten which movie it was in) where Hermione is explaining to Ron and Harry how many things Harry's Girlfriend must be feeling and then Ron says "One person can't feel all that, they'd explode!". I love that part.

I Sometimes feel like that. I feel all sorts of things at the same time, and I remember what Ron says, and I'm afriad I'll explode or something. I'm worried and sad and happy and excited and tired and bored and exstatic all at the same time.

I think that part of the problem is that I'm happy all the time. Even when I'm sad, Happy is always there. Everything is always funny too. So even when I'm crying about something on tv, I can laugh at myself for worrying about a tv show so much. I think if Happy and Hilarious weren't always there, I wouldn't be as overwhelmed. But then I don't think life would be half as much fun without them as my constant companions.

Also. . . Valentine's Day is coming. I like Valentine's Day. I think it's a nice day. Afterwards, there's always candy really cheap at the store. Also, it kind of puts me in the mood for Chick Flicks. I love chick flicks. When I've been watching chick flicks for awhile, I usually get all emotional, and end up crying even at the toughest awesomest movies. Last year, I watched so many lovey dovey movies, I even cried at Con Air. There's that part at the end where he is reunited with his wife and daughter. I totally just bawled my eyes out.

Random Note: My hip hurts. When I lift up my right leg to put it up on the table (how rude! That's not very polite at all! Don't try it at home unless you want to get in trouble!) There's this sharp, agonizing pain in that muscle in the front part of my leg. Also, I feel horrible, because I'm sure I learned that in Med. Term. the other day, and I've already forgotten.

Terminal

I hate my Med Term. Class. I do. There are so many abbreviations and terms and things that I totally could've waited until med school to learn. I really don't like having to learn that OA can stand for either Osteoarthritis or Overeaters Anonymous.

Mom wants me to go to Ricks. For those among us who were around when it was called that, you'll know where I mean. I for one, have heard too many stories of "oh, we met at Ricks, and we just knew we were right for each other!" I'd have to use both hands and probably one foot to add up how many couples I've known that met there. I really don't want that to happen for me.

I mean, yeah, marriage is important. I'll get married someday, but right when I'm trying to get into med school? I dunno. It seems that getting married would just mess up my plans. I'd have to rethink my priorities and be responsible. You know. Grown up stuff like that. I mean, it's not like I want to totally put off getting married until I graduate from med school, but at least hold off until I'm in the middle or something. That way, the commitment is there, and I can finish getting my medical lisence and probably do a couple years in a diagnostic fellowship before I have kids. I mean, it would be nice to make it all the way. And by all the way, I mean be head of the diagnostic department in a hospital. An attending. Someone who everyone asks for help when they don't know what to do with their patients. Maybe I could even make it to chief of medicine, but I wouldn't want to put off a family for too long.

And then what about debt? I mean, eventually, Mom and Dad won't be able to afford the school I go to. I'll have to get a student loan to pay for Med. School. Then I'll be in debt hundreds of thousands of dollars. If I get married after that, the debt will affect both of us. Especially if he has just as much (if he went to med school too) How unfair would it be for me to accumulate so much debt and then be a stay at home mom? How unfair to me would it be if I went through years of medical training and then just gave it all up to be a stay at home mom? I want to go to medical school because I want to be a doctor! I don't want to have to give up a career so soon. I would love at least to work as a doctor in a big hospital for awhile. I'm afraid of ending up in Pediatrics or Family Medicine. Those are what most women go into. Those and Ob-Gyn. I really really ree-hee-heeeallly don't want to go into Ob-Gyn.

Anyway, those are my fears. I won't even go into how much I'm afraid to commit to med school just to realize I want something else out of life. That'd kill me. It really would. Being a 3M and all of the sudden "Oh, I really want to be a teacher! That's what I really wanted all along!" That would seriously murdalize me. But I digress. ( I do love doing that)

I guess, as an old friend used to say "everything will work out".