It snowed a pretty hefty amount today, so I holed myself back up in my basement study room after a lunch lecture. Then came the interruption.
We decided to take it outside because I wanted revenge and throwing snowballs in the catacombs with a bunch of others caught in the crossfire (whilst trying to study) would’ve been inconsiderate (and inconvenient since all the ammunition was outside).
Before said snowball fight, there was a nice 3-5-inch blanket of snow covering the pathway leading to the place where we studied. I think we did a pretty good job of clearing it! :D?
The fight ended because we could no longer feel our fingers (snowball fights without gloves probably wasn’t the best of ideas).
I probably mentioned a couple of these guys before, but lately, I’ve been hanging around school more often (more specifically, with them, because we all study in the same place, albeit all in different rooms) due to the fact that I…
a) have taken to studying alone
b) use less electricity/resources/things I have to pay for if I spend more time at school (yes, I really am that cheap)
Anyway, I’ve been hanging out with them a lot more recently because they’re hilarious and really fun to be around. I love how they interact with each other, and whole-heartedly believe that it’d make for an awesome TV show. (We cast each other off as different characters from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia today, which I’ve really only seen one episode of thus far. Sean is Charlie, Isaac is Dennis, Mike is Mac, and I’ve been defaulted to Sweet Dee by virtue of the fact that I’m the only girl.) Our hypothetical show is “It’s Always Sunny in Lewisburg” (except this is a lie; always snowing would be more accurate) and/or “HBLers + 1” (Isaac is the only one that actually goes to class).
One of them (Isaac) graduated the same year as me back in Davis. We were actually also in the same major, volunteered at the same hospital, and had common friends, but somehow never spoke to one another until we saw each other at the gym during orientation last year.
I met Sean at my interview (as far as we can remember, we’re the only two from our interview group in this class) and remembered him because he was the first to interview and pretended to cry when he came out, but I’d called him out on it because I saw him walk into the admissions office to ask for a tissue with a huge smile on his face.
Mike is the one that I’ve decided will hopefully elevate me to my next level of badassery (I like to set arbitrary and random goals of badassery from time to time, if you couldn’t tell). If I can successfully choke him out one of these days, I’ll consider it a win. :O He admitted yesterday that while I “was hanging onto his neck like a leech the other day,” he briefly contemplated whether it’d be worth it to (a) keep his pride and stand up to body slam me into the ground, thus risking several broken ribs on my part, or (b) lose said pride and allow me to choke him out.
M: Luckily, I didn’t need to make the decision, because I turned my head.
F: I can’t believe you even considered that! ;_;
M: But what matters is that I didn’t do it!
M: If you were ______, I would’ve done it without second thoughts, because she’s a lot more manly.
F: Somewhat of a backhanded compliment, but I’ll take it.
M: It wasn’t backhanded! It was a compliment! I’m saying that you’re a lady. That’s a compliment, right?
F: Holy crud, no one has ever told me that before. :O My dad tells me I’m too mannish.
M: So what I’m saying is, if you were to try to stab me with a knife, I’d probably be like, “Oh no! She’s trying to stab me! …But she’s so pretty, I guess I’ll let her do it.” But if you were _______, I’d just punch you in the face.
I’ll take it.
Mike’s been trying unsuccessfully to scare me for the past couple weeks, but recently stood in the darkness outside the window of my study room and scared the crud outta me, so I retaliated by sneaking into his room while he was out and returning the favor. (I also changed his background to a whole lot of My Little Pony, but he blamed Sean.)
The other day, we gathered around and prank-called Isaac about counseling and potential lawsuits against a pharmaceutical company for the drug he was taking because he recently found out he has psoriasis and has been referring to himself as “the face of psoriasis” (made himself a yellow paper ribbon and everything, to raise awareness).
We’re also starting a band, which I think will consist of Adam (guitar), Isaac (guitar, singer), Derrick (bass?), Sean (drums), me (keyboard, backup singer, assistant security), and Mike (head of security). I guess I may get to live out my pipe dream of becoming a rock star after all!
Just kidding. I don’t actually want to be a rock star. I’m really not kidding about the band though; we’re hoping to do a benefit concert next year.
It’s my spring break right now, but I’ve been driving to school every day to practice piano. My break has been pretty wildly unproductive aside from the med student conference I went to in Charleston on Friday/Saturday (I re-learned once again how to intubate baby mannequins, and also learned how to do to sutures, put in a central line, and do a lumbar puncture. Twas pretty awesome.) On Saturday, I went with a couple friends to a stranger’s house to watch MMA fights. When I mentioned that I was going to hang out with said friend, here’s the basic gist of the conversation that followed:
: Cool! What are you guys doing? ;)
F: We’re gonna watch MMA fights and be all manly and stuff.
Ever since then, I’ve been doing one of the following:
1) practicing piano
2) volunteering (either at the dog shelter or playing piano at the nursing home)
3) watching a whole lot of Netflix (Breaking Bad, Walking Dead–I finished both seasons of WD on Netflix and I started on Sunday; yes I’m a little ashamed)
Yesterday evening, I convinced my friend to come out with me to my BJJ class. (By convinced, I really mean that he asked me to tell him when he went, since he was interested in coming.) I’ve basically been getting private lessons from Dan for the past couple months (with giant gaps in between since he has work and I have school), so yesterday evening consisted of a bunch of live 5-minute rounds. It was a really, really good workout, and I’m not as terrible as I thought! My friend was a collegiate wrestler and I almost managed to choke him out with a rear naked. (He had to work a good minute or so to get out of it. I should’ve gone for the actual choke part instantly instead of hanging out and waiting around.) I also got Dan in a full mount and an arm bar, and also managed to tackle him to the floor using a move my friend had just taught me. Granted, they weren’t going all-out but they each have 55 pounds on me and several years of experience over me (which isn’t hard, since I have uh, none), so I’m pretty happy. :D My friend said he was really impressed and that I’m really strong. :D
F: I got an arm bar and a full mount on him!
T: Yeaaaaaaaa you did! ;D
F: Oh. Those two were only on Dan. But I did almost succeed in a rear naked choke on him.
T: ……No words.
F: Don’t you love the name?
T: Just none.
F: Took me a month to learn to not laugh when I heard it.
T: Do I even want to know?
Here’s how the rest of yesterday went:
(I slept on one of these, but in a windowless room, so no one would see and judge me. :O )
We had our clinical skills practical on the abdomen last week and were given a total of 18 minutes to complete it. I somehow finished in 7 and left the room in a state of absolute paranoia and thought I’d forgotten an extremely vital chunk of the exam, despite checking the list multiple times before, during and afterward. I hope it was okay? :x I’d like to think she would have stopped me if I’d truly forgotten an entire section. (I did fine. I guess I just talked really quickly. Or I’m super efficient?!)
They made a big deal out of doing a “closing,” which basically consists of asking if the (standardized) patient had any questions s/he wanted to ask, and that we were going to go talk to the attending about our findings and would be right back. I was under the impression that we were supposed to do that since day one.
In other news, it’s my brother’s birthday today! :]! I doubt he comes here often (if ever), but on the offchance that you do happen to venture here, happy birthday, good sir!