Saturday, September 26, 2009

Disregard where

I almost choke on my own spit. Classy. Regina Spektor-Eet

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Apparently quitting facebook didn't help

because now I spend my time recording bad videos of myself. Here's another song in G: Rogue Wave: Eyes.


That's it for now.

Continuing in the tradition of

songs in G (because I know approximately 7 chords) Cover of The Magnetic Fields: The Saddest Story Ever Told
Also. Please disregard bad bed hair. Sorry. Also. The constant peeking at the computer. I must have tried 6 times without looking and kept messing up the chords. All 4 of them. Sigh. You have to start somewhere.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

This is terrible.

But you know what? Mary Travers died, and I'm going to pay tribute to her by playing something terribly, recording myself while doing it, and then POSTING IT ONTO THE INTERWEB. Because that is how I roll. Sigh, RIP Mary.
I'm also failing at studying, but I don't think the panic has set in yet.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

My vision is going

Each eye sees double. It created a heck of a problem when I was driving the other day, since I was essentially seeing 4 superimages. What's frustrating is that I want to know the physiology behind why this is happening, but that's a learning issue I don't want to get into right now.

Also, I put Radostit's Large Animal Medicine on my lap while reading an anatomy for horses book. And now my bones ache because Radostits is quite possibly the largest heaviest book I have ever owned. Note to self: Don't do this again.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Week 5

We just finished off a shortened week due to Labor Day, which on the one hand was nice cause it was short, but on the other hand terrible because it was short. I feel like I'm expected to know just as much as a normal week (everything about coagulation cascade, skin histology, facial vessels anatomy) but we essentially only started Wednesday. Ugh. We had substitute facilitators all week, which was kind of cool, but it lacked consistency, which I guess I'm a sucker for.

Heading into Week 6, which apparently is when everyone, chill or not, loses their s*** completely. Is that right? Am I supposed to self censor now that I've entered into the professional world? Right.