Day 57

Or, A Novella About the Past Month of My Life, Mainly Focusing on the Last 2 Days Or So.

Sorry for the absence, gentle reader. Actually, quite a bit has happened lately, but I just haven’t had the time/motivation to chronicle all of them, except for the occasional Flickr post… That’s right, I just cross-promoted my own stuff – no shame – much like NBC according to Jon Stewart. BTW, I think Brian Williams is wonderful. Did you know he has an indie music blog cleverly (or cheesily, if you’re so inclined) titled BriTunes? The man wears many hats. You should also watch all the interviews between Jon Stewart and Brian Williams, because I have. For about 2 hours. In the school library. While I was “studying” for a test. No big. But really, they’re hilarious together and should really get a ro….uhh… show together.

Besides developing an old-enough-to-be-my-father crush on Brian Williams, I promise I’ve been doing other things. For one, I just took a mid-term exam yesterday, which somewhat explains my general MIA-ness lately. After about 11 weeks of denial, I finally came to terms with the fact that I’m actually in med school, and with that comes a bit of studying, I guess. It’s like the 5 stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance – except I skipped 3 and 4 and am still dealing with some 2. (…So really, it’s not at all like the 5 stages of grief…?) But don’t worry, that acceptance in no ways guarantees that I’m gonna get my life together and start behaving responsibly. Like today, at the end of lab, the lab instructor gave us the “Feel free to leave early or stick around to identify more structures (in microscope slides) that we discussed today,” which in my ears sounded like “Feel free to leave if you’re a lazy student half-assing her way through med school. If you’re a half-way decent med student, you’ll stick around and identify some more basophils and Purkinje fibers.” I don’t know; maybe the acoustics was weird in the room. Of course, 60% of students in the room were ready to blow this popsicle stand and high-tail outta there, but 0% wanted to be the first one to do it. One of the guys finally broke the ice and said “I’m waiting for Yvonne to get up first.” Really, thanks for the shout-out. That’s right, I’ve become that girl – the bad influence your parents don’t want you to hang out with, the med school standard of mediocrity by which you compare yourself to cheer yourself up, the one who leaves early from lab when prompted. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I was late to lab in the first place. (Though in my defense, my room was cold so it was very hard to get out of bed this morning.)

Other than the foibles (can we just describe them as “endearing” and call it a day?) that are becoming all too common and turning into one giant mess called My Life/Education, I’m also developing other interests. For example, something brought this song to my mind last night, and of course, I had to YouTube it. The video is so hypnotically bad and unabashedly ridiculous that I just can’t stop watching it. Dancing dwarf? Check. Chicken masks? Check. Creepy maypole celebration? Check.

…Which brings me to this conversation that I really hope to have someday (with me assuming the role of Turk, obviously, and dancing my way out). I think we can all agree on a few things: 1. Turk/Donald Faison’s got moves that would make any brotha proud and incite intense envy from 20-something Asian females named Yvonne Chung, 2. let your son take dance lessons if he wants, and 3. we can dance if we want to. Basically, I want my future life to mirror Scrubs. (Dance-off in the OR? Aw hell yeah!)

Again, just in case you didn’t click on the link above (oh c’mon!):

p.s. In case you were wondering, the lab exodus did have a happy ending. Another guy pulled a Moses (lab “exodus”, get it? Hah…sorry) and finally got the chain of people leaving started. Thus, I was spared the label of “One-Who-Arrives-Late-and-Leaves-Early”. Whew! Another day of successfully avoiding scorn under my belt.

p.p.s. Check out Florence+the Machine. (Yes, I did get the recommendation from BriTunes; the man does have pretty good taste.) Think of her as a part Feist, part P.J. Harvey, with a bit of Celtic influence thrown in (not in a goofy way though).

Day 39, part 2

Essential to my post-anatomy-final-exam weekend is an excursion to my neighborhood SuperTarget, where I found this gem on clearance:

Day 39

What does one do at the completion of the first module of MS1? Revert back to the reckless abandon with which we lived our college lives, of course.

Day 35

I just re-watched this, twice (ok, maybe 3 times) in a row, and LOLed both times. Easily one of the greatest moments in television history.

Day 34 and 1/3

[I should really rethink my day-counting method since this fraction business is getting ridiculous...]

I can’t say I’m the biggest football fan; in fact, I’m generally pretty lukewarm about this all-American sport. However, I do enjoy my alma mater’s football victories,

Day 34

I never thought I’d say this about Galveston,

Day 31

1000 words

Love this blog. I thought about telling you something about my own day, but after much typing and, ultimately, deleting, I realized all I wanted was to share this blog with you. So here it is.

Day 29 and 2/3

[I only count days that I have classes. Since Friday was Day 29 and Monday will be Day 30, I suppose today (Sunday) is Day 29 and 2/3. Is counting only class days a little depressing? Perhaps I should rethink my method of day-counting...]

I turned 23 yesterday – the age at which you have no major milestone to celebrate.

Day 28

Despite what they say about the wonders of the human brain, I’m now convinced that a brain can only hold a finite amount of information. Unfortunately for me, mine has apparently reached its capacity.

New home

I’m moving from yvonnechung.vox.com!

Currently packing up the old posts and moving them to their new home. (i.e. copying and pasting. i know, how supremely efficient.)

Check back later for updates!