Really, I should not be allowed in the anatomy lab, I have waaaay too
much fun there. Today was more dissecting of the heart, basically
cutting it up to examine the ventricular and atrial cavities from the
inside (right after lunch! mmm mmm good!) and then dissecting the
remainder of the posterior mediastinum to uncover the esophagus, aorta
and trachea in that order.
Of course since i am by far the most morbid in my group, I got the
privilige of cutting the heart and came up with this little song.
To the tune of Tearing up My Heart by some boy band
Baby I don’t understand
just what it is I’m doing
but there’s a heart in my hands
dissecting’s fun but baby we can’t learn
lest you know
so trust me and watch videos
I am down (down) in the lab
I can’t take it any more…
I’m cutting up the heart
as you can see
left A-V valve has 2 cusps, right has 3
and semilunar valves lead to great vessels
that heart’s some muscle!
Now picture me kinda doing a little hip shoulder swaying action singing
this in the anatomy lab holding a human heart in my hands.
Disrespectful, you say? pish-tosh…I have nothing but the utmost
respect for Charles, who was being a rather good sport about it, but
who says learning can’t be fun?
Damn Skippy. So far My group has come up with a song to sing for every
body part we dissect and I will keep you guys informed, I promise
And now more online time wasters!
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Friday, September 2nd, 2005 Dear Mr. Bush: Any Also, Last I And On There No, You Yours, Michael Moore And that ought to do it -J
school. Still a bit of a misfit, but learning that humor makes friends
and fends off foes. Shy as all get out having not yet discovered
performance as an outlet for my weirdness. Not getting along with my
younger brother and teasing him mercilessly like the horrible person I
was back in the day. Fairly high strung, and looking for my
place…think dazed and confused, but alcohol and drug free
and thinking it would be just like what the movies told me…I would in
short order gain a best friend, girlfriend, live in a giant dorm room
and spend all day sitting out in the quad smoking pot. Not entirely
that far from the truth. Began smoking the wacky tobakky on a regualr
basis at this time. Met my very first college roomates. 3 of whom I
suspect I will be friends with for the rest of my life, and 1 who wants
to beat me down should he ever catch me alone. (I mocked him for
turning a girl lesbian) Dated the one girl I had ever purposely made
cry (hey, she broke up with me half an hour before my final exam and
then asked out my roomate while I was taking it…this was not totally
unjustified) but did not get very far physically with her. Had gained a
great deal of confidence in myself in every area except that of
relationships, and knew professionally that I wanted to be in medicine.
Began getting interested in Japanese Language in addition to food and
weapons. The asian fetish, as it were began to pick up steam
program right before the first set of exams, hoping to god I would do
well enough to make it into actual med school, that I hadn’t thrown
away how many years of my life. Had recently ended a one year
relationship but remained on good terms with the girl (now, who
knows?). Was still able to have my dad reassure me about my fears of
failing and tell corny jokes, given that he was alive and would be for
approximately one more month before succumbing to a massive heart
attack right before I took my finals
student. Went to class. Hosted a physio review session as a T.A., all
that hard work having paid off. Watched the OC season 3 premiere.
Talked with the attractive AP. Worked out with friends in the gym.
learned to bhangra (indian dancing) at 1 in the morning. Went to bed
thinking how much life has changed, how far I have come and still have
left to go, and realizing on the whole, I am happy with my life
* Pie-any kind
* Boba
* Potato Chips
* Hummus
* crunchy rice 
* I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys
* End of the world as we know it by REM
* Maria Maria by Carlos Santana
* Wordplay by Jason Mraz
* Caress me Down by Sublime
* Pay off my Med School Loans and my brother’s film school loans
*
Create scholarships in my Father’s name in robotics, my brothers in
Film, my Mothers in culinary, and mine in something or other
* Purchase real estate in any country I may consider living in
*
Go with my close friends on a fancy around-the-world trip where we
try everything any country has to offer from skydiving to spelunking to
whatever
* I guess I should save some for later & invest or something… 
(yah adapted from Singing Monkey but they are good ideas)
* a tongue or genital piercing
past that, anything is pretty much fair game
* Lying in bed after alarm has gone off for 10 minutes every morning
* spreading myself too thin
* speaking before thinking
* i suppose narcotics would technically fall under this list, but I have given most up
* ending all phone calls within 10 minutes
* Dell Inspiron
* Zen Touch mp3 player
* modified XBOX
* A pen with which i can spin around my fingers
* Sony Cybershot DSC P72 camera
Mary
Kelly
Jenn
Ken
Grrsh
curious! And dont feel left out vinh, i would tag you but i recall how
lazy you are about these things
administration with it’s incredibly competent officials is so on top of
this hurricane katrina thing that we can totally afford to just ignore or outright refuse help from other countries. Cuz we’re America Dammit! we’re number one and don’t oyu forget it
harsh. After all, congress did just approve 51.8 billion in additional
funding for Katrina relief which will certainly help. Of course almost
all of it is going to FEMA
for distribution. You know, because theyvve handled everything so well
up to this point. (disaster recovery after all, is just like probing horse ass)
And I’m sure they will be fair and efficient about who they give the
money to, and the federal contractors who get the work will be
completely fair when they pay the locals they hire, despite the fact
that they don’t legally have to pay the prevailing wage anymore
idea where all our helicopters are? It’s Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and
thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted.
Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do
you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot.
Man, was that a drag.
any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use
them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping
with national disasters. How come they weren’t there to begin with?
Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of
Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then
but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there
were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this
storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody
tell you? I know you didn’t want to interrupt your vacation and I know
how you don’t like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to
and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to
Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps.
Don’t let people criticize you for this — after all, the hurricane was
over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
don’t listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you
specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers’ budget for New
Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them
that even if you hadn’t cut the money to fix those levees, there
weren’t going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you
had a much more important construction job for them — BUILDING
DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was
moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds
as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the
disaster. Hey, I know you couldn’t stop and grab a bullhorn and stand
on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it
against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to
nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen
because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter
making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global
warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane
that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched
from New York to Cleveland.
Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It’s not your fault that 30 percent
of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no
transportation to get out of town. C’mon, they’re black! I mean, it’s
not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white
people on their roofs for five days? Don’t make me laugh! Race has
nothing — NOTHING — to do with this!
hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters
and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf
Coast are near Tikrit.
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