My mind hole has been blown!

Feb 12, 2009 23:07

So, even though the past few days have been momentous, for good reasons and bad, my brain is leaking out through my ears. Tests have finished up for this week, but we have our biochemistry final on monday morning, which is good and bad. Good because I've put myself in a position where as long as I get better than a 75% on the test, I honor the course (above 91%) but bad because Biochem is a bitch of a subject and there's so much studying left to do. But it should be alright.

I was mildly disappointed because I got 89% in Immunology and Genetics, which is a Highly Satisfactory (88-90%), and I was shooting for honors in all my courses (which no one last year did) but that's alright, because it's a lot better than getting plain ol' pass, which is 70-88%, and doesn't differentiate between getting a 71 versus an 86, so there's that. And I honored Nutrition, which is good. Best part is that those three classes are done for this year though! Soon starts neuroscience though, and that's heavy through the end of the year. But so is gross anatomy!

Anyway, Lost last night was good. Real good.

Aaaaaaaaand of course, more slap bet hilarious quote... Marshall: See, in the interest of combining thanksgiving and slapsgiving, I’ve made construction turkeys from the outline of my hands. Because later were going to eat turkeys. ..And then I’m going to slap you in your face.

You just got slapped, oh oh oh oh oh... Everybody laughed and clapped...it was awesome, that you just got- slapped.

Moyer agreed to make a slap bet with me but didn't seem to understand the concept (I think he shaved his head to deep and hit brain) because he just kept texting me that we needed to bet, and he bet that his hair was shorter than mine, which was stupid because I could have gone into my bathroom and shaved it. The point is, you wait until there's a bet (which, when hanging with the guys, is about once an hour) and then make the reward/punishment a slap instead of money. Stupid moyer, get your act together, or I'll just slap you for reals!

Anyway, this weekend is going to be a long trip down biochem memory lane, with a fun Valentine's day filled with studying, and who knows what else, but at least monday I'll be done with biochem and can start studying for the gross anatomy test the following week, but after that is the weekend in York of amazing awesomeness. Let's get psyched.

Yesterday I was on the elevator with some old woman, and she just turned to me, slapped her hands lightly to her cheeks in mock surprise, and out of nowhere said "what size shoe do you wear?!?!" and when I told her it was 15 quadruple E, she ejected her vagina out of her dress in shock. What kind of stranger does these types of things? How did she know that I was cool with being asked my shoe size and wouldn't have slapped her so hard she died? People don't think.

Also, my grandfather recently revealed to me that for years he has watched Walker Texas Ranger from 7-9 every weeknight he's been home, which is usually 3 nights a week, so he's seen every episode ever made. I just thought that was weird.

Bowser, stop being jaded and bitter. We get it, secret cuttings boy, your friendly neighborhood cat died. If you like spain so much more than america, why don't you just get out. And I'm hating on you in the present now.

Also, since I'm only now updating on what the hell happened in the past two months, I saw Slumdog Millionaire a few weeks ago, and it was great. I hope it wins the Oscar for best picture because it's much better than Benjamin Button, which was a great premise, not much substance, fair acting, and not much else. Also, Button the movie is told from the perspective of an old dying woman in a hospital being read to by her middle aged daughter, and going to that movie a month after my grandma died and devastated my mom was particularly bad timing. But I remember her taking me to see Mrs. Doubtfire when she had just gotten divorced from my dad as a little kid, so we must have some terrible movie timing gene.

I'm going to see the reader with Kate Winslett on monday with my grandfather, but slumdog millionaire was great, and it interested me enough to buy it on the kindle (best gift I've ever gotten- I read all the time now when I can, and it has the best part of reading implicit in it, the browsing of the bookstore- right at your fingertips!) because the movie slumdog is based on a book called Q and A by an indian guy, and is fairly similar, but the movie takes a lot of different plot choices and I actually thought it was better in the book.

Which makes me wonder, is this the first time a movie's been better than the book it's based on? Not the other way around, the novelization of a movie, but book to movie? Although the movie is startlingly different, so i wonder if its fair to compare. Anyway, I still have to see the Wrestler because I hear Mickey Rourke is amazing in it, and I have to compare him to Daniel Day Lewis' performance in There Will Be Blood from last year, which is my number 1 acting job of all time. I love that movie.

And there's other movies I have to see, but I haven't had much of a chance. Maybe the weekend before the Oscars I'll have a chance to see something.

Anyway, tomorrow (friday) the 13th of february was Betty James' birthday, would have been her 91st, so I think it's gonna be a weird day. My mom and Aunt Sue went on vacation down in the Caribbean for the past few days to take a break and be gone on her birthday, and to reward themselves for the months of work they've put into clearing out her house and taking care of her estate, so hopefully she feels better now, I know she hadn't been sleeping that well. Hopefully the vacation gave her some closure, and she's able to move on a little bit.

I'm skipping my morning classes because the good ones are at 8 and 9, and I'm too wiped to get up that early, and the terrible ones are from 10-1, and I don't have tests in them for another month so I have plenty of time to watch them online later, so I'm just going in for gross lab from 1-3, which I obviously love because it's my favorite subject, dissecting is awesome, my lab group is an amazingly fun group of people, and I get to hang out with my SCB (Super Chocolate Bear) and make thinly disguised innuendo about our Turk and JD gay relationship. It's guy love, back off. After that I'm playing some tackle football, and then have to buckle down and spend the night going over my first draft for biochem studying, so that Saturday is super productive and sunday gets it all in my head during final review.

Alright, I'll call it a day. See you on the other side-

The Lummox
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