Things either exist or they don't. I'm very clear about that. I have medicine.
(quote by Terry Pratchett, who is made of awesome)
So... I suppose I had better bring this journal up to speed with what I've been up to lately. I've been hiding under a rock because of exams, but they've been over for just a week, so I can finally breathe again. I was intending on working a couple extra shifts (for the extra money), but I've been feeling burnt out, so... yeah. Not that fussed about spending more time at Superstore.
Regardless, I think that my hard work has payed off. I've gotten all but one of my marks back (and I'm thinking that if the final mark hasn't come in by today, Christmas, it probably won't be in for a while. I certainly hope that they don't have people working on marking these things on Christmas day. D: ). I actually got an A plus (my first) in Art History, an A in French translation, an A- in Japanese 201, and a B plus in History of the Tudor Regime. I'm a bit sad about the last one (it's the first time my marks have drifted below A-), but I really can't complain, because it was a 300 level class, and, well, I'll just sound arrogant if I'm all like "GOD I'm such a HORRIBLE student! Actually GETTING A B of ALL THINGS THEREFORE I FAIL AT LIFE!!!"
Um. Anyway... I went for a walk in the woods to the north of St. Albert yesterday with my brother and father, despite it being about -25 degrees celcius out. For those non-canadians reading this: it wasn't that bad. Layers are the key to keeping warm. I had underwear, obviously, plus leggings and a t-shirt, plus a thin turtleneck, plus a sweater, plus a winter coat, plus a thick scarf, gloves, and toque. Oh, and nice winter boots. We were going to go snowshoeing, but the snow wasn't deep enough, so we just walked. We didn't see any animals, but we did see loads of tracks: beyond just boring ones like rabbits and squirrels, we identified deer, martin, coyote and moose. Speaking of moose, we also saw a few places where they would have bedded down for the evening, just off of the beaten path (human beaten path). So that was cool. Yay for the Canadian wilderness! :D
I've been working on writing as well. Not on finishing my Nanowrimo novel, unfortunately. I love my characters to bits, but I've grown sick of my plot (or lack thereof). Plus, I can't find the motivation to pick it up again, as it's no longer November. Meh. I'll probably take a look sometime and take a red pen to it.... probably rewrite half of the scenes, inject more plot, etc.
But, I'm currently working on a fanfic (I'm pretty sure that I mentioned this before). Please don't give me condescending looks, but I am still working on an as of yet untitled House, M.D. crossover with Twilight. Seriously, hear me out. I've written the beginning and ending, and I'll probably post it in about five to ten chapters, probably one week apart, once I've finished the whole thing (my few readers will like that, me having an actual finished fic, regularly updated, for once). I am determined to finish this thing.
Essentially, the story goes thusly: Dr. Carlisle Cullen has worked at other hospitals before Forks, one of which was Princeton Plainsborough in New Jersey (aka, the one where Gregory House works). House notices the new guy, and, in typical House fashion, tries to break him in. Carlisle is patient and long-suffering. House is quite observant, though, and notices pretty quickly that there's somethingn not quite right about Dr. Cullen. He suspects some kind of undiagnosed illness, because that's how House's mind works. Here is a quote, a teaser, if you like, of the differential diagnosis scene:
“All right! Differential diagnosis!” House was full of cheer, uncapping a fresh black pen, poising it above the cleared whiteboard. “What do we get if we put cold surface skin temperature...” He scribbled the symptoms down as he spoke. “Unnatural metallic copper eye colour... and hypersensitivity to... well, everything, really?”
“Is this about Dr. Cullen?” Foreman asked, flatly. “Because I think that our job is more to do with diagnosing patients, not doctors.”
“Oh, darn, you’ve caught me out! Oh no!” House rolled his eyes, then wrote “Adonis” along the top of the white board as a title. Then, he turned around tutted at Foreman. “Besides, our job is to diagnose sick people.”
“The last time I checked, Dr. Cullen seemed to be doing pretty well.” Foreman said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Kutner interjected. “If that’s sick, I want to see him healthy.”
House glowered. “Diagnosis. Now.” He gestured to the symptoms on the board behind him.
“Er... vampirism?” Kutner asked, tentatively, after a few moments contemplation. “Look, is this a trick question?”
“Vampirism, huh?” House looked at what he had written on the board with a critical but considering eye. “Kudos for finding something that fits the symptoms... but you fail at life for not coming up with a real illness. Next you’ll suggest ‘lupus’ and I’ll have to fire you.” House rolled his eyes, and stamped his cane against the ground, turning back to face his team. “Come on, I need a real diagnosis, people!”
Foreman sighed, standing up and putting his hands on the desk. “I’m pretty sure we have actual patients to diagnose.” He said, disapproval evident in his tone. “This is just another game for you, isn’t it, to try to find something wrong with the new guy?”
House gasped sarcastically, placing a hand to his mouth in the pantomime of a shocked Victorian lady. “Oh, dear, you’ve found me out! Whatever shall I do now?” House dropped his hand and he scowled. “Diagnosis first, criticisms later.”
.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
So... I suppose I had better bring this journal up to speed with what I've been up to lately. I've been hiding under a rock because of exams, but they've been over for just a week, so I can finally breathe again. I was intending on working a couple extra shifts (for the extra money), but I've been feeling burnt out, so... yeah. Not that fussed about spending more time at Superstore.
Regardless, I think that my hard work has payed off. I've gotten all but one of my marks back (and I'm thinking that if the final mark hasn't come in by today, Christmas, it probably won't be in for a while. I certainly hope that they don't have people working on marking these things on Christmas day. D: ). I actually got an A plus (my first) in Art History, an A in French translation, an A- in Japanese 201, and a B plus in History of the Tudor Regime. I'm a bit sad about the last one (it's the first time my marks have drifted below A-), but I really can't complain, because it was a 300 level class, and, well, I'll just sound arrogant if I'm all like "GOD I'm such a HORRIBLE student! Actually GETTING A B of ALL THINGS THEREFORE I FAIL AT LIFE!!!"
Um. Anyway... I went for a walk in the woods to the north of St. Albert yesterday with my brother and father, despite it being about -25 degrees celcius out. For those non-canadians reading this: it wasn't that bad. Layers are the key to keeping warm. I had underwear, obviously, plus leggings and a t-shirt, plus a thin turtleneck, plus a sweater, plus a winter coat, plus a thick scarf, gloves, and toque. Oh, and nice winter boots. We were going to go snowshoeing, but the snow wasn't deep enough, so we just walked. We didn't see any animals, but we did see loads of tracks: beyond just boring ones like rabbits and squirrels, we identified deer, martin, coyote and moose. Speaking of moose, we also saw a few places where they would have bedded down for the evening, just off of the beaten path (human beaten path). So that was cool. Yay for the Canadian wilderness! :D
I've been working on writing as well. Not on finishing my Nanowrimo novel, unfortunately. I love my characters to bits, but I've grown sick of my plot (or lack thereof). Plus, I can't find the motivation to pick it up again, as it's no longer November. Meh. I'll probably take a look sometime and take a red pen to it.... probably rewrite half of the scenes, inject more plot, etc.
But, I'm currently working on a fanfic (I'm pretty sure that I mentioned this before). Please don't give me condescending looks, but I am still working on an as of yet untitled House, M.D. crossover with Twilight. Seriously, hear me out. I've written the beginning and ending, and I'll probably post it in about five to ten chapters, probably one week apart, once I've finished the whole thing (my few readers will like that, me having an actual finished fic, regularly updated, for once). I am determined to finish this thing.
Essentially, the story goes thusly: Dr. Carlisle Cullen has worked at other hospitals before Forks, one of which was Princeton Plainsborough in New Jersey (aka, the one where Gregory House works). House notices the new guy, and, in typical House fashion, tries to break him in. Carlisle is patient and long-suffering. House is quite observant, though, and notices pretty quickly that there's somethingn not quite right about Dr. Cullen. He suspects some kind of undiagnosed illness, because that's how House's mind works. Here is a quote, a teaser, if you like, of the differential diagnosis scene:
“All right! Differential diagnosis!” House was full of cheer, uncapping a fresh black pen, poising it above the cleared whiteboard. “What do we get if we put cold surface skin temperature...” He scribbled the symptoms down as he spoke. “Unnatural metallic copper eye colour... and hypersensitivity to... well, everything, really?”
“Is this about Dr. Cullen?” Foreman asked, flatly. “Because I think that our job is more to do with diagnosing patients, not doctors.”
“Oh, darn, you’ve caught me out! Oh no!” House rolled his eyes, then wrote “Adonis” along the top of the white board as a title. Then, he turned around tutted at Foreman. “Besides, our job is to diagnose sick people.”
“The last time I checked, Dr. Cullen seemed to be doing pretty well.” Foreman said slowly, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Kutner interjected. “If that’s sick, I want to see him healthy.”
House glowered. “Diagnosis. Now.” He gestured to the symptoms on the board behind him.
“Er... vampirism?” Kutner asked, tentatively, after a few moments contemplation. “Look, is this a trick question?”
“Vampirism, huh?” House looked at what he had written on the board with a critical but considering eye. “Kudos for finding something that fits the symptoms... but you fail at life for not coming up with a real illness. Next you’ll suggest ‘lupus’ and I’ll have to fire you.” House rolled his eyes, and stamped his cane against the ground, turning back to face his team. “Come on, I need a real diagnosis, people!”
Foreman sighed, standing up and putting his hands on the desk. “I’m pretty sure we have actual patients to diagnose.” He said, disapproval evident in his tone. “This is just another game for you, isn’t it, to try to find something wrong with the new guy?”
House gasped sarcastically, placing a hand to his mouth in the pantomime of a shocked Victorian lady. “Oh, dear, you’ve found me out! Whatever shall I do now?” House dropped his hand and he scowled. “Diagnosis first, criticisms later.”
.
Oh, hey! Look, pictures from Europe!
http://beboots.deviantart.com/gallery/
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191935&l=a9551&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191933&l=63049&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191959&l=c4d70&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191966&l=b0caa&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191964&l=b6dad&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191943&l=04076&id=839240415
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=191971&l=29ece&id=839240415
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!