i'm a little teapot

1. When I went inside my brother's room, he and our cousin were watching a documentary on Discovery Channel. I asked them what they were watching, and my brother replied, "We're learning about the workings of the cosmos! Did you know that dark matter holds the universe together with gravity?"

Sometimes, hearing him talk, I could almost forget that he's just 7 years old. Hanging around adults so much gave him weird speech patterns, I think.

2. Our required internship at an industrial setting just reinforced my belief that I'm not meant for a desk job. I don't mind the thinky part of it (which is what we do for our MBA subjects anyway), it's the whole claustrophobic setting of the office in close quarters with everyone doing their own shit that makes me want to wreak havoc just to break the monotony.

3. I can't wait for classes to start. (And I can't believe that I just wrote that.) They say that the second year of med school is the zombie year (or possibly the robot/android year, it depends on the type of geek you're talking to I guess). Well I say, BRING IT ON. I've been looking forward to tackling the more clinical stuff since my the first biochem lecture I sat through last year.

I just discovered Wordle. Be afraid. Be very afraid.



In other news, I had a venti cafe latte with an extra espresso shot from Starbucks this morning (the first time I ordered anything coffee-based that size @__@) so I crashed hard when I got home this afternoon. But it wasn't enough, giving me only about 3 hours of sleep in the past 60 hours. It's a wonder that I'm still this coherent. I still have a case analysis paper to start and a group paper to finish polishing, both for my Management Dynamics class. And I haven't finished studying everything I have to study for this Friday's exams. GO ME!

1. So. We started Management Dynamics today. I think I would have appreciated the class more if a.) I hadn't been in excruciating pain the entire morning, because getting migraines is a bitch; b.) I hadn't been pissed off since last night about the fact that they didn't give us guidelines for writing the damn case report, that they just threw the book and handouts at our heads and yelled, "JUST DO IT!" (metaphorically speaking, of course); and c.) our professor wasn't so old and lectures like she's talking to a goddamn baby with a goddamn fake lisp.

2. I've been watching back episodes of So You Think You Can Dance, and I realized that Cat kept on emphasizing that people were running on no more than 6 hours of sleep during Vegas week, season after season.

Now, I consider sleeping more than 4.5 hours a luxury. A luxury, I tell you, something I only reserve for weekends and on days I'm feeling particularly shitty.

To be fair, SYTYCD is a dance show, and there is the implication that dancing is more strenuous than studying/doing homework/bullshitting/plotting world domination through the power of my sheer awesomeness and therefore dancers need more rest than me.

I, however, beg to differ. Being a student and a future tyrant at the same time is exhausting, yo.

3. I miss writing random shit and posting it for all and sundry to see here on LJ. Writing notes on FB is not the same at all.

4. Holy smokes, Batman. Reading over what I just wrote, I realize that a.) run-on sentences and I get along like a house on fire; b.) I curse more than I used to, goddamn; and c.) my love for list just keeps growing and growing and growing. Somebody save me from myself. Please.