friday: wandering around the mall. haircut. stylist: “so, you’re in high school?”. me: “uhm, no”. hairspray fantastico –> strange smelling head. really bad service at noodle world in old town. i-robot. i-sleepy.

saturday: early morning cookie. lunchy and trader joe’s with the mom. driving range. batting cages. new smushy purse from chick’s sporting goods (who knew?). sushi-a-mundo. long live spicy tuna tartare. food coma. zelda. sketching, scanning, photoshopping –> fat monkey. sleep.

sunday: almonds and strawberries. stamps galore. tacos. trader joes (again). lounge. glance at pathlab slides. give up.

my submission for illustration friday’s theme: gluttony.

check out this hi-larous sheet set from fitzu.com.

girl boy 100% cotton queen sized 84 in x 84 in. duvet cover and (2) 30 in. x 20 in pillow shams. slightly smaller than american sized comforters but functional. 250 thread count and hand-printed in australia. grey on white only.

one side for you, one side for me. no arguments, no trading sides.

i spent 4 hours in lecture watching two professors discuss human sexuality- the biology, psychology, and pharmacology. you’d think it would be one of the more interesting lectures of the year. i’d actually rather have gone back to endocrine / cardio / derm. one of the professors on stage was all decked out for the occasion — skirt, fishnet stockings, and knee high boots. so much for professional attire. i thought she might flash us once or twice when she sat down on the stage and crossed/uncrossed her legs. but… the hours passed with only a few lame jokes and random sexual innuendos… and i managed to stay awake. tomorrow = two more hours of this joy.

afterwards, i spent a few hours at the library studying defects and tumors of the male reproductive tract. blahrg. now i’m tired.

somebody visit me! i’ll give you an umbrella!

in my spastic rush up the stairs to get to class on time, i somehow slipped and came crashing down, down, down onto my knees. i sent my bottle of water and wallet flying, and managed to bang up both knees, one elbow, and scrape the back of my hand. oh the pain. the good thing? my bagel was a-ok.

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

no tennis for me today. i had to cancel on cherie. i may be up for yoga tonight, but who knows? i’m just a few more injuries away from becoming a cripple.

there are few things better than a post-exam lunchy with a friend that you don’t see that often. one of them is a post-exam lunchy [with said friend] at wabi sabi, where you order bunches of very pretty items, including spicy tuna tartare, complete with avacado and little spoonfuls of de-lish caviar everywhere [see photo]. and it gets better– after digesting for an hour or so in a “mandatory” [read: usless] introduction to repro, cherie and i ran off to the tennis courts to chase balls and gab, gab, gab.

i came home and looked over some old cardio pharmacology notes– i seem to have forgotten all of my anti-arrhythmics/anginals/everything. so… i reviewed my cardio drugs and ate sliced mango until my club boxing class.

i got to the gym waaaaaaaay to early, though– and wasted away my time on the treadmill until the class started…10 minutes late. poopy. the first part of the class was tricky– i have no coordination, and the instructor was doing these jab, jab, hook, hook, body, body combo things that my feeble brain really can’t handle. but… then we started running. weave, weave, run, hit the bag, lunge, kick, dip dip dip-a-million-times, pushups, situps, duck walk (?), breathe. that part was considerably easier. i’m thinking that it was a good thing that the class wasn’t packed, or i’d have inadvertantly hit someone already. not that my punches have anything behind them. i hit like a girl. seriously.

at one point, i actually stubbed my toe when kicking the gargantuan punching bag. bad form. baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad toe.

next time, emma and i are bringing gloves. the instructor told everyone who didn’t have gloves to hit the bag with the palms of their hands, instead of their fists, to keep from hurting themselves. i, the perpetually paranoid medical student, feared getting a colle’s fracture [or something] from slamming the palm of my hand into the bag repeatedly , so i pretty much just tapped the bag and kicked it a few times.* emma, however, went all out, fists flying… and ended up with pretty red knuckles. ouch.

afterwards, i stopped by ross and picked up a couple more pairs of workout pants [more time at the gym = more pants] and 4 new towels so that the family doesn’t use up my supply every time they visit. woo hoo!

now? i’m tired…and no one’s here to peel me an orange!
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apparently, according to this oh-so-scientific survey, i’m not even a nerd. according to them, i’m “Not nerdy, but definitely not hip.”. i might just be a little slow. i mean, even maggie, my south coast buddy extrodinaire, is nerdier than i am. i think it’s time to break out the TI-82, the slide rule, and head over to caltech for some lessons on being part of the un-hip.

…because really, at my rate, i’m never going to make it to the hip side. bring on the DNA cartoons!
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there’s another exam on monday, so i’m stuck at home studying the mixed up notes of j. vivian and other thrilling reads. grrrrrrrrrrrrr. at least i have a nice pot of pretty purple flowers to keep me company. ryan brought them to me earlier this week to try to cheer me up.

… and remember: “if you can’t concentrate your urine, you can’t concentrate your thoughts” - L. Murdoch, on primary hyperparathyroidism.