New pictures!

They are getting along pretty well, which I love.

Riley looking into the room.

My room is squeaky clean at the moment. N. is showing the house on Monday, so I tried really hard. I even took a lint brush to the carpet. It's not spotless, but it's a lot better. Man, I like this digital camera thing...I could get used to having a camera.

Odd thing #3

Continuing the weird-things-I've-seen series, I would like to add today's minivan with shiny rims thingies. That didn't all match. I'm pretty sure those things are expensive, so I thought it was odd (although it might explain why they didn't all match). Or possibly pathetic. It wasn't even a really great minivan either - looked like your standard run of the mill van.

Life is fun though.

Addition: I was flipping through an old Runner's World magazine during a break in class today and found myself pondering the Ultramarathon distance. Uh oh. Maybe I should just do that shooting range thing and save myself a lot of time.

Strange Observation

So, my roommate A. lent me Clinical Microbiology Made Ridiculosly Simple for my microbio course. It includes these silly little drawings to help you remember the different bacteria and antibiotics. For tetracycline, they drew a solider (think "Tet Offensive"). His teeth are blackened, he is sunburned to denote dermatitis, he has shrapnel in organs harmed by the drug and a disease-carrying tick on his leg. All of this kind of makes sense...but....his fly is down.

I just don't understand why his fly is down. Is it to indicate that he is prone to venereal diseases? Some kind of commentary on the Vietnam war? (For the record, the solider is a Vietcong, rather than American solider). Bizarre artist license? I mean, it's not like your pen can slip, accidently drawing an open fly...someone went to some small trouble to draw all the zipper teeth in.

I wish I could include the picture, but I'm afraid I lack both a scanner and the motivation to haul the book into school to use their scanner.

Good Day

Cookie deployment: successful.

My cookies actually came out pretty good - and most of the recipents seemed grateful (it was hard to tell how the mailboxes I left half of them in felt.) I'm enjoying my research project - I got three patients done today (increase of one) so I'm getting faster. I should have almost two hours to work on it tomorrow morning, which will be nice.

Black Bag Ball was last friday and I had a blast. I danced almost the entire time and it was *good*. Danced with my roommates, danced with A. and mostly danced with IY.

APE went well - I get a charge out of that too. I feel like I can belong there, on the floor. And oh, I kicked ass in PBL - if only because I was the only person to have the trifecia of insect bites (flea, tick and spider). Yes, that's right. I got to stand up and tell the class about how it feels to have fleas and what the bites look like. My standards of ass kicking may have dropped over the past year.

And finally...I got turned down (but nicely) by Boy A, and the world didn't end. Actually, it didn't really impact my mood much at all. I mean, I'm disappointed, but I'm not angsting. These things happen - it doesn't really imply anything about me, I don't think. Or at least, not anything that I feel bad about.

Cookie Breakdown

So, I managed to get about 18 cookies out of the dough...these cookes are folded strangely (hamentashen), so one batch doesn't produce very many cookies.

(5) My dinner club group. Sorry about the cancellation.
(2) A. She might forget lunch.
(2) FAST advisors. Time to repay them for all the post-test treats.
(3) My lab. There is a strong potential I will be harassing these people in the future...they should know I appreciate their patience.
(2) Me. 'cause I might not get lunch.
(1) I. He was curious about the cookie.

So that is...::counts:: whoa, 15 cookies spoken for. I'm planning a second batch, but probably not until next weekend. I left a couple of the ugly ones on the counter, but I'll have a few to hand out in lecture, just 'cause I like giving out food.

*send*

Wow, I just sent out a lot of e-mails....

including one possibly ill-advised one, that I needed to send out before moving on. Sigh.

Aiee!

Okay, now I personally find this image very freaky. It came up in lecture and A. and I both turned to each other and went "whoa, that's creepy" (or something along those lines) at the same time. I mean, it's like the ovaries are staring at you...and what's with the T-cells looking like little starfish? T cells don't look like little starfish!

Med school can be very strange sometimes.

Say hello to kitten.