Liston, Willis and McBurney

Operative Surgery: DONE.

Let’s move on.

I want to say more about the madness prior to the exam, like hyperventilating in -17 degrees Celsius, having a diet of hummus with Marie biscuits and hot sugar with coffee, and trying to predict how well the exam would go based on how my guinea pig, Pedro was behaving in the morning. But that would probably make me sound….well, crazy.

I had no intention to blog today, but the nice boys in 14-05 decided that whiskey was in order and were generous when it came to sharing. Go figure.

Not much has been happening, other than the studying and spazzing out parts of the day. I’ve been trying to come up with legit reasons and topics to blog about, mostly revolving around me. You know, because I’m shameless like that. 🙂

Like last year, I’ve not come up with any resolutions, seeing that it seems to work better for me. I know I’ve mentioned the whole “reset” button thing, but that’s more of a ” I will do my laundry everyday” and ” I will not buy lunch out” sort of thing. I take resolutions as something from the ” I will not procrastinate with my assignments and land up pulling the mother of all unnecessary all-nighters” level.

I am, however, coming up with a list. This list should be my next post, if things go well and no ADD moments like this one pop up.

Uh-oh. Whiskey’s wearing off.

It’s Winter, Why Am I Not Snuggled Up In Bed?

Operative Surgery and Topographical Anatomy. Two weeks. In Russian.  Doesn’t it make perfect sense that I’m blogging?

Me and Anat don’t have a good history. From the first class (which I had missed) right up to the exam, we’ve had bad blood. And that was in English. You can imagine how much fun I’m having with this demonic baby.

I know that so far, all I’ve done is bitch about my studies. I don’t really hate all of it, just some. Besides, all the cool people whine about studying *snicker*.

2010 arrives in a couple of days. I’m always excited about the new year. It gives me another “do-over”. Awesome days for these do-overs are Easter, my birthday and New Year’s Day. Oh, how could I forget months that start on a Monday? Those are pretty rad, too. Why the constant need to hit the “reset” button? Because my ability to stick to stuff is only slightly better than the working memory of a goldfish.

Initially, my post for this week was supposed to be momentous events that took place in 2009, but my mind and fingers decided to run amok and spew this nonsense. Just as fun as the other post would have been, but does nothing to defend my mental state.

A few thoughts have been running through my mind, and I wish someone would either explain them to me, or empathize with me. Anything that’s easier will do.

  1. When a chick sleeps with a guy just because she wants to and doesn’t expect stuff, she’s cheap. Wouldn’t it be worse if she expected dinner, a movie and other material objects in exchange for sex? I could be wrong, but the latter scenario sounds like prostitution’s more high maintenance, sophisticated cousin.
  2. Some guys are boob-sessed, and some are ass-essed. I understand that the ones who check out asses are just part of the whole evolution-baboon-mating-call explanation. So, does that make the boob-sessed guys more evolved or are they men with mommy issues? (Freud’s gonna love me!)

Now with that out of the way, I probably should get back to the real reason I’m not in bed (other than the fact that neither Seungri nor Gerard Butler are here to join me).