Evette is hot.
after meeting with a few med school friends saturday night, ive realized that it is seemingly impossible for us (and i assume other med students) to not talk about school. its not that we set out for this to happen, but its amazing that no matter what happens, it is somehow made to reference something in medicine.
after meeting with a few med school friends saturday night, ive realized that it is seemingly impossible for us (and i assume other med students) to not talk about school. its not that we set out for this to happen, but its amazing that no matter what happens, it is somehow made to reference something in medicine.
so ive decided that i really am a summer person. i have nothing against winter, and spring and fall have their moments. but ive come to notice that i tend to relax more in the summer, and yet i also seem to get more done. maybe it has something to do with the whole summer=no school thing, or the fact that summer=fewer tourists in pc, or summer=girls cover less. im not really sure, and its probably got something to do with all three.
i have to admit that ive discovered that i really do have a 'type.' im not really sure where this came from; its not like i have had this clearly defined idea of what i find attractive and don't for a long time. but i have to say, over the course of the last year or so, im really starting to pigeon-hole myself in my fantasies. i know that medicine threatens to make us all one-dimensional, but this is getting rediculous.
still trying to pick a field, and contemplating taking a year off to do research at the nih. any ideas/suggestions for a field of choice are, of course, welcome and encouraged.
Kramer: The haunting memories of lost love. May I? Lights? Our eyes met
across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher.
Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we
danced. I burned for her, much like the burning during urination that I would
experience soon afterwards.
--so, all i could think about with my 19 y/o with gonorrhea was this scene. i was half-tempted to bring this up with her, but soon thought better of it.
across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher.
Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we
danced. I burned for her, much like the burning during urination that I would
experience soon afterwards.
--so, all i could think about with my 19 y/o with gonorrhea was this scene. i was half-tempted to bring this up with her, but soon thought better of it.
four days: three liver transplants, three other liver lobe resections, a few hernia repairs thrown in....my life is rad
wake up at 4.00 am? check.
see an organ cut out of one person and then put into an entirely different person? check.
continue to work until 10.00 pm? check.
wake up again at 4.00 am? pending...
see an organ cut out of one person and then put into an entirely different person? check.
continue to work until 10.00 pm? check.
wake up again at 4.00 am? pending...
"There were extremists on both sides: the neo-isolationists, whose banner declared, "Just sell us the damned oil," and the neo-interventionists, who said, "Together, we can make a better world, but we'll probably have to kill a lot of you in the process."
man, i love this book.
man, i love this book.
