The Naturist and The Ghetto

Almost one complete day of living with Nature Boy and I'm still alive and fully clothed. It is way too strange... I've thought about whether or not I'd ever put myself in this situation again. Hmm... yeah, I just don't see it happening. EVER! Thank gawd he covers his twigs and berries with his hands whenever he faces me.

Another thing I realized. My apartment is in the ghetto. Okay, it's not extremely ghetto. But let's just say I'm a long way from Irvine. I'm in a big Portuguese neighborhood and I don't know if it's just the heat, or the weekend, but it seems like half the neighborhood is hanging out right outside my window until the wee hours of the morning.


Again... this has the makings of a very interesting summer.

How I long for stadium seating...

Watched Superman Returns last night. Went to the big theater hoping to watch it on a big screen with surround sound with stadium seating. But of course I forgot I'm in the middle of nowheresville in Maryland. The auditorium we were in had a 110 person capacity. I was utterly disappointed. It's enough to make a woman go mad. Oh, Movie Capital USA, how my heart yearns for thee...


And my ever growing list of other things I miss about California...
1. Jamba Juice
2. In-n-Out
3. Dry heat (as opposed to this 83% humidity nonsense)
4. Beach 20 minutes away
5. My sister nearby... ;) yeah, that was for you, Chachi

My Boomerang

So a little more than a month ago I met up with this guy who I knew had a thing for me. I had been having a dry spell, so I got me some bootie. No strings attached. He wanted me to spend the night. I left way early in the morning before he went to work. Quick smooch and I was bye bye. And I haven't talked to him since. All I could think was, so this is what its like to be the guy.

Boot Scootin' Boogie

A few girls in my class were celebrating their birthday in the same week so a bunch of us went country line dancing. I now know how to do the Boot Scootin' Boogie. Okay, so country line dancing is not necessarily an East Coast thing, but an adventure nonetheless. That stuff is hard work! Definitely not something you would find me doing in California or Washington. Thank gawd for the alcohol, though.

Breakdown #2

I'm seriously wondering if this is going to become some sort of semester tradition. Yeah, that's right, I had another emotional breakdown this week. Last semester I was flunking practicals left and right. This time around the last straw was getting an email from my neuro professor that my written assignment (which was one of the best in the class) was going to get a 50% because I didn't turn in my rewrites (that were beyond what he asked for in the first place) on time. I fucking did his fucking assigment and even though I did a fucking fantastic job, I'm still getting fucking screwed. And normally I wouldn't really care about these two little measly points. But because I'm in the position that I am where I'm scraping by GPA-wise, I need all the stupid little points I can get.

So yeah, after hours upon hours of very slow studying for another neuro test my frustration and exhaustion got the best of me and... on came the sprinklers. And no one was there to hold me. :(

The Class Idiot (minor venting)

Ugh, I study my ass off and still manage to get the lowest grade in the class. Sure, an 82 is nothing about which I should be disappointed. But I actually felt confident about this test and my genius roommate barely studied and still did amazingly better than I did. In fact, the whole friggen class did better than me. Kill me now! I know I should be happy with my grade, and part of me is, but dammit, do I always have to be the dumbest person in the class? Ugh, I don't even know why I'm angry. This is my first grade this semester that wasn't a C. I've gotta start thinking like my law school friends and just learn to be satisfied with my own mediocrity. How did I manage to successfully surround myself by people I could outscore all these years? Now all of a sudden I'm barely making the grade. Sucks to be me.

Well, that was somewhat helpful, but mainly futile. I still feel like crap. Oh well. Off to study for neuro.

Asian in Delaware

This is how I've managed to survive being a single rice eater.









Cooking a big pot of rice and then freezing my single portions for later use. Hopefully my next relocation will find me with fellow ricers.

And speaking Asians, I found out where all the Asians at UDel have been hiding. In the damned library! Typical. Just kidding. But really, I started studying there and all of sudden they were everywhere! It was like I was back in SoCal. Now if I could only find one that was single, good looking, and Catholic. Tall order, I know.

You're gonna do what with a hammer?

Last week my neuroscience professor was lecturing about pain and wind up. To emphasize the degree of assault our bodies endure when we have orthopedic surgery he referred to such procedures are "glorified carpentry." And I thought about it. And yeah, it really is.

Repaired ankle fracture

Broken Femur

Intermedullary Rod for Tibia
















Yep, those surgeons really do take a hammer to your bones and whack away. No disrespect to the doctors of course. Still in utter amazement of what they do.

Rory vs. Sasha

Disregarding the eye color, tell me I'm not the only one who sees this.

How can I miss another show?

So I REEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY want to go this Death Cab for Cutie concert in April, but I don't know if I should put down the bucks for it. I mean, I've a bunch of things to be saving up for.

1. Spring Break in Socal
2. Bachelorette party and maid of honor dress and wedding gift
3. Snowboarding trip (and gear to be bought at end of season sales)
4. Gemini season (everyone in my family but me has something to celebrate)
5. Summer internship in Jersey

But I haven't been to a concert in soooooo long. And Franz Ferdinand is playing too. And then there's this whole problem of who's going to come with me. In Cali I've got pals who wouldn't miss this opportunity. Here, not so much. Very weird. Ugh... so many pit tickets on ebay just calling my name! So unfair. And I just keep thinking... Well I don't really need snowboard stuff. And when am I going to have another chance to see Death Cab and Franz Ferdinand? And I have a job don't I? I can put money away for this! Plus my financial aid should be coming in soon. And I ought to get a tax refund this year too! ARgh... Maybe I should just wait for a sign. Yeah, some divine intervention! That's it!! I need Ben to come knocking on my door. Any second now...

In the mean time I must add, I can't wait for DCFC's new Directions videos.

MCL and Adrenaline

Orthopedists, physical therapists, and other joint specialists all cringed as we saw Zhang Dan fall after attempting the first throw quadruple salchow in competition. She basically landed on her right blade and left knee, the knee taking a valgus force. I was completely surprised that she was able to go on after what I assumed was a pretty bad MCL (medial collateral ligament) injury. But Zhang and Zhang finished their routine without their confidence being shaken a bit. You've got to applaud what our bodies' natural painkillers can do. For Zhang Dan, they allowed her to compete and win a silver medal.

Xtra Lame

So the Superbowl was depressing. I have to admit, the Steelers played a great game. And I could sit here and complain about how the Seahawks didn't, how Brown lost it, how Alexander never got it, how EVERYTHING was biased toward the Steelers, etcetera etcetera. But I won't do that. But this guy says what I think needs to said and notes what should have been noted.

Halftime show: Boring. Damned FCC.

My favorite Superbowl commercial.

Lovey Dovey Pink and Red Hearts with Flowers and Chocolates Day

With all this Valentine's Day stuff everywhere at stores and whatnot, I couldn't help but think, "Bummer, I don't have a Valentine this year." But then I came to my senses and thought, "Oh wait, then it will be just like last year." Crappy ass ex-boyfriend did nada for me. Zip, zero, zilch, nothing. Might as well have been single. Then at least I wouldn't have spent money buying a gift. I guess it coulda been worse. Hitting the bars on the 14th is seeming like a better idea every day.

Lost and Confused

So I had a weekend class. No big deal, right? Wrong!

This past weekend the pulmonary section of my cardiopulmonary class was held from 8 am to 5 pm both Saturday and Sunday. Thankfully, the professor was good. Unfortunately I had to go straight to work right afterward. So that basically meant that I had 13 hour days, on the friggen weekend, lest you forget. I was drinking coffee and snacking like crazy just to get through the days and then I would get home from work and stuff my face with dinner at around 9:30.

The whole experience was completely disorienting. I knew it was the weekend, but it still felt like weekdays. And my brain was being loaded with all kinds of information for hours on end. So come Monday, it feels like a Wednesday or Thursday or something. I don't know. And my body is completely out of wack with the all day snacking.

Hopefully I'll get back to normal in a couple days. Note to self: Avoid full day weekend classes at all costs.

A Happy List

Life ain't too shabby these days.

1. The Seattle Seahawks are going to SUPERBOWL XL!!! I love it, the year I actually decide to follow them they go all the way to the top. I love these guys. They have been solid this entire season and have been incredibly overlooked. Everytime I watched Sports Center or checked out Sports Illustrated.com all the stories have been about the Colts, the Patriots, the Eagles, the Bears, the Broncos, etc. It just seemed that barely anyone was taking notice of what an incredible season the Seahawks were having. Finally, Shaun Alexander was named NFL MVP. That was good. But what really put the icing on my cake was their ticket to the Superbowl. Their first ever. Need to find a good place to watch it. Alas, the tv in my apartment is only a mere 13 inches. Otherwise I'd throw my own Superbowl party.


2. Sunday had a good hair day.

3. Reconciled with one of my best friends after a three month hiatus.

4. Baked peanut butter cookies from scratch. Yum...

Gotta love the DD

Of which DD, praytell, am I speaking? Myself? Didi? No, but loving me is not a bad thing. Just ask my ex. Mwah ha ha ha ha!! Back to the topic at hand. Designated Drivers? Not talking about those DD's either, but again, we should all love and be thankful for them.

The DD that I've gotta love is Dunkin Donuts. Particularly their coffee. It's so much tastier than Starbucks. And the wake-up factor is unbelieveable. When I drink non-DD coffee I'll get a buzz for about 2-3 hours. With DD coffee, Yikes! I'm good for another 6-8 hours.

Perhaps it was being on the West Coast, particularly in Washington state, during the days that I started drinking coffee did I come to believe the best coffee I could ever hope for was Starbucks. Then I moved here and there were DD's everywhere! I thought, how could coffee from a donut joint surpass the gourmet of Starbucks? Oh but it did.

So I raise my cup of Toasted Almond with cream and sugar and offer a Cheers to Dunkin "My Savior During Exams" Donuts. Oh, and I'll take a Boston Cream Pie donut to go.