October 2, 2005

• SO this weekend has been somewhat more unproductive than I had hoped.

  

  But then, i am doing better than some people.

  Friday was good…ryan and I had a lunch meeting with Dr T and Dr. Abel
  to discuss a project they want us to work on, and they paid for the
  lunch so hooray! Free lunch and more appreciation and recognition from
  the professors and staff at the school. Nice to be appreciated by
  someone.

  Sorry minor note of bitterness there for all the physio students who
  just assume that the reviews are a given and we get nary a thank you or
  even a hey, that was helpful. Someone even had the nerve to complain
  when we scheduled a review because it conflicted with a school soccer
  match. Priorities, people! we are in med school, not soccer camp.

  And don’t even get me started on the whole relationship deal thing
  stuff yada yada yada. So I have decided that my ability to judge
  women’s intentions is not only unreliable, but the textbook definition
  of an exercise in futility. learned the other day that despite what i
  was thinking about pretty punjabi flirting with me, it in fact turns
  out that she has begun dating another guy at the school.

  So i am calling an official end to this year’s tail chasing, and
  returning my focus to where it belongs…academics, and spending
  quality time with friends. I will just have to settle for being
  celibate for the remainder of med school. I am not quite sure how i
  manage to lose the relationship lottery every year, but meh, what can
  you do. Dating is an exercise in futility right now

  Speaking of lessons in futility: the itsy bitsy spider. goes up the
  spout. deluge. washout. spider starts over. It’s like sisyphus with an
  all arachnid cast. how did nobody catch this? This rhyme is a complete
  existentialist tale, and the spider has escaped the dilemma of his
  existence and continues forevermore with his absured task. Itsy Bitsy
  spider, the anti-hero!

  Moving on up (to the east side) I spent a good 4 hours in anatomy lab
  dissecting charles all by myself and have begun to get a handle on the
  different muscles, innervations, and ateries. So returning my focus to
  studying is actually providing results i can see, unlike the whole
  being a horndog issue. So that’s good

  And today, when i probably should have been hardcore studying* I
  instead went fishing with ward, which was fun. We caught rock bass,
  which are some of the stupidest fish on earth. No seriously. My second
  time fishing ever, first since i was a boy scout, and i managed to
  catch 5 in the first ten minutes. Then ward showed me a disturbing
  little fact. The favorite bait of rockfish is not in fact worms, but
  CUT UP PIECES OF OTHER ROCKFISH. Aquatic Cannabalism!!! from fish!!!
  see, this is why i will never go in the ocean again. If fish will eat
  their own kind, what hope do i have when i know they already have it in
  for me.

  *(Hardcore studying! come see uncensored, Josh-on-anatomy action!
  nothing held back, full frontal anatomy! posterior AND anterior
  compartments poked, prodded, dissected and tagged! maybe even four
  people working over 1 body!)

  finished off the day by drinking some crown royal and watching the roy
  jones/antonio tarver fight. Tarver won 116-112. For the most part a
  good fight, but jones showboating always makes me want to see him get
  knocked down.

  What have i not posted for a while? I know, porn! ready for the segue? here it comes…

  So while i was fishing today for rock bass, i thought about that absurd
  singing billy bass, the motion activated fish thing. And guess what.
  Someone thought you could make a singing male organ and sell it to
  people. And that is just what they did.
  Sammy Schlong. If you or anyone you know has ever seen this, please
  tell me. I am insanely curious as to what kind of person would buy this
  and where they would hang it.

  In other fun email news, spammers have started getting ready for the
  holidays, albeit a bit early by combining the christmas theme with the
  ever popular penis enlargement motif. Sample email to me: Give her a
  deep dicking for Christmas.

  What a great gift. “Merry Xmas! I got you my big penis”

  Haha. Just saying that sentence aloud i laughed so hard, that i decided should the opportunity ever arise, i am going to say it.

  And since this post is already getting too long, how about rather than ending, which i am sure Gen would like me to do, i am going to post some links as random as this
  

  Baby Got back. In latin.
  Because the egyptian fruit bat dont want no baby mama drama. Use the scrotal approach yo!
  Should anyone feel like sending a random gift to me, sock gorillas are always in fashion

  Which reminds me. Kelly, if you have skype now, i still owe you a monkey phone call

  -J

  The Josh has just wasted a good solid hour of study time
  

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