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study habits + girls gone sporty
“Your study habits now are the best you’ll ever have.”
I find this somewhat frightening.
In other news, I’m super excited to announce that I’ve been accepted as a Girls Gone Sporty Ambassador! GGS is a community of a very diverse array of super inspiring and motivational ladies; Laura seems like a truly awesome person and I’m really looking forward to being part of the team! I think part of me very much misses writing for newspapers, and I’ve filled that void with blogging. I hope I can contribute to writing for GGS soon!
“Live the sporty life!” Women who work hard, play hard, compete and eat, all with the intention of being their best, most positive selves.
For the record, my rather underwhelming presence on social media (aka the fact that I am only on pinterest and my instagram account is private, although this may change) stems from the fact that I’m very much trying to keep my blog separate from my “professional life,” so to speak. By nature, I’m a somewhat private person, but the lack of internet infamy is really only because I’m slightly worried that future residency programs might decide not to hire me if they were to discover my recreational pole dancing/ring-girling (due to the negative associations and whatnot). If said hypothetical populations saw just how many women we’ve empowered, how much confidence they’ve gained/re-gained, and how many have started exercising regularly as a result of pole dancing (the ring-girling just helps with my livelihood), I’d like to think they’d change their minds, but since I cannot predict what they might think, this is probably how it shall stay, at least for the time being.
I’ve pretty much been living at Please Save A Cat these days and it’s impossible not to have favorites–this one’s definitely one of em’! <3
lovely parental gems
This is probably the first of many. My dad has a ridiculing sense of humor that I’ve come to appreciate (y’know, now that I’m not a spineless wretch :O ), and if I’ve never mentioned it before, my mom is really sad that I’m not super girly. I think she was really looking forward to a daughter that she could dress up and go shopping with and such (which I do, on occasion, but they don’t last long because I’m frugal as hell and just really don’t tend to bother dressing up).
Cast
DF: (my dad)
MF: (my mom)
S: (my brother)
F: (me)
(During an epic cleanse of my room so I can declutter + donate or sell all the stuff I don’t need/want.)
F: Thoughts on this dress that I don’t know how to put on? :O
(In my defense, some things in Asia are really effin’ hard to figure out, okay? We’ll not talk about the time I was a model for a charity fashion show and they gave me a garment that I could not, for the life of me, figure out. To this day, I still don’t know if it was meant to be worn as a top, a bottom, or something else. ._.)
MF: That looks really good on you! It finally makes you look like a– (cuts self off)
F: What? >:O It finally makes me look like I’m actually female?
MF: (trying reallyyyy hard not to laugh) That’s what I was going to say, but I stopped myself.
DF: You’re a good kid, Farrah!
F: Thanks! I try, I try. :O
DF: It’s like I have 1.75 sons.
F: …Uh, excuse me?
DF: Well, there’s Sam, and then there’s you, and you’re basically mostly like a son.
F: …
overheard
Our quiz [mainly] on male repro is tomorrow.
“Ashley, can you hand me that penis over there?”
F: There was a really good one here. …Where did the penis go? It was here earlier…
A: I think a group came by earlier and took it.
S: How could you let someone take your penis away? Go find it!
F: Wait, there it is! It’s coming back!
When I almost walked into a plastination of a head:
F: Oh hello, faces.
T: I’m so glad we’re done with that. And that we cut the head off.
D: Things you would only ever hear in anatomy lab.
F: One would hope.
M: Are you guys done with the penis?
F: Yep! Here you go! Do you want the probe too?
B: Oh Farrah…
F: Never mind.
M: Yes, we’ll take the probe.
We also had a conversation about fractured peni (my preferred plural term for penis, even though it’s not actually a word). It was disturbing. Last week, all the groups who had female cadavers had to hemisect the vagina. As luck would have it, that burden (of sorts) fell onto me. Weirdly enough, I didn’t really care, but that might be because I’ve long since learned to dissociate when I’m in lab (that + I’m just so used to anatomy lab that few things in there really faze me anymore). This week, all the groups with male cadavers had to hemisect the penis. The guys did not have a good time with this.
I can’t wait til we’re done with repro. Hands down, my least favorite block thus far. It gives neuro a run for its money. I definitely feel that I’ve seen way more pictures of reproductive organs in these past two weeks than I would ever have hoped to gaze upon in a lifetime. (Can you tell that I have zero interest in OB/GYN? >_>) If someone looks through my search history, I’m going to look like a total perv. ._.
decided against it
M: So I was watching you yesterday from far away.
F: That’s not creepy at all! Were you behind a tree too?
M: And breathing really heavily.
F: How did I not notice this?
M: I’m kidding. But I was at my seat yesterday and saw you across the room, but I didn’t have my glasses on so I wasn’t sure if it was you, so I was staring.
He said he was gonna come over and say hi when he finally discerned that it was indeed me, but then I had my head down and kinda looked like the girl from The Grudge, so he decided not to.
My friends are awesome. Clearly.
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