My roommate K is quite possibly the dumbest smart person I know. The reason I say this is because she’s in med school, so one might assume that she has the wits about her to make it this far into life and into what is possibly the toughest type of professional school to get into.
Today, she was doing laundry. (With the washer and dryer she didn’t want to pay for because she “provided all the living room furniture”—which was just a couch and an ottoman—and she wanted money leftover to buy a jacuzzi. What.) During the spin cycle, sometimes the laundry gets tossed all lopsided in there and the center of gravity is thrown off and the washer makes horrendous noises like it’s going to literally bounce off the walls. This is normal. People everywhere experience this.
I have the pleasure of sharing a wall with the laundry room, and when these horrendous noises first started I simply thought that she would tend to it. You know, arrange the clothes so that the center of gravity can be restored. She didn’t. I thought the washer was going to burst into my room. So I went in there and stopped it for her. And sent her a text saying I did so and that she should fix it herself.
She never responded and 10 minutes later comes out and I hear her say “What the hell? Who stopped this?”
I went out and told her exactly why I stopped it (i.e. she was too lazy and stupid to realize something was wrong. jk).
She tried feebly for one second to fix it and the horrendous noises returned.
Now all I hear from the laundry room is the sound of her hand wringing out her laundry and putting it in the dryer.
How does she exist.
"If we ever have a combined genetic effort, I want them to have my upper body and your lower body."
Pet Peeve: Girls who are are way too obsessed with cupcakes.
Cupcakes are just tiny cakes, and why would you want a tiny version when you can have the bigger version? I hate how because of this, places think they can charge $5 for a freakin’ two bite cupcake. Which isn’t even that awesome to eat because cupcakes are meant to be eaten with hands and mouth and no utensils so the frosting gets all over and the crumbs spill in your lap.
So the twins brought fried chicken from Albertson’s yesterday. They left the bag open so it wouldn’t get soggy. Understandable. So the smell of fried chicken wafts throughout the house. Slightly annoying, but no biggie. And then they come back after about an hour and proceed to REFRY the fucking chicken. I mean WHY THE FUCK would you open the bag to prevent sogginess if you were just gonna refry it anyway??
Then they throw away the bones/skin/other smelly stuff into the trash by taking an OPEN bag, and setting it GENTLY in the trash can. So now the smell of stale chicken permeates the house. These two bitches proceed to come home today and go, “why does it smell like stale chicken?” fghdsdf ARE THEY DAFT? DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPTS OF GASES AND PHYSICS??
I’m starting to think they never developed object permanence. I swear if they don’t see it, it’s not there. Stupid fucking mouth breathers.
That’s the other thing! They breathe exclusively through their mouths! Like some inbred hillbilly from Mississippi! God! What’s the point of a nose if you aren’t gonna suck air through them? I could cut off their noses and donate them to some poor African kid without a nose and they wouldn’t even care! You know why? CAUSE THEY BREATHE EXCLUSIVELY THROUGH THEIR MOUTHS."
The Life and Woes of Patrick Yin (seemingly reaching a climax)
Which essentially means: sticking a sharp instrument into your nose, breaking and pulling out your nose bone piecemeal, and then going even further to break and pull out pieces of your skull, to literally remove brain tissue. From your nose holes.
I shadowed a neurosurgeon on Monday and he removed a man’s pituitary tumor this way.
It was so cool because 1. they get to play with some pretty neat gadgets in neurosurg (like this MRI stealth machine that uses a probe placed anywhere on the head to tell you which brain part you’re closest to) 2. this guy got a BRAIN TUMOR removed through his NOSE 3. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to do neurosurg. Fascinating and all as it was, most of it was because it was novel—it wasn’t absolutely enthralling—and I can’t see myself doing this for the rest of my life.
Delivering babies, on the other hand…
My boyfriend bench-presses me
Summer Schedule of Events (Tentative)
Work on research project with mentor
Shadow mentor when she does ballin-ass deliveries
NYC + DC trip with SWT at the end of June
Learn Spanish (maybe.)
School Related: Summer Research Project
I’m working with my (baller) mentor to look at post-partum healing (reduction of pain, increased breastfeeding, improved mood) with the use of this abdomino-pelvic-vulvar back binder that’s getting FDA approval right now. SO EXCITE.
- Me: Hey do you guys think _____ is good looking?
- Everyone else: No.
- Tiffany: We all know the right answer to that question, Christine...
Sea of Love - Phil Phillips
I also like the Cat Powers version, but this has such a (nice) old school feel to it.
to the girl who said she was using the 30lb barbell but was/wasn’t (I couldn’t really tell). I moved onto 40lbs and I’ve never felt better :)