I honestly don’t know what’s come over me. I mean with the Professional less than 11 days away now, you’d think I’d stick to the sleeping with my books phase, right? Gotta love the magic of passive diffusion.
Anyway, the point is I can’t study. I know I shouldn’t have left Lahore. Everything’s crazy at home as usual. I only did come here cause J.Jay has her send ups right now and we were planning on doing the physio and biochem together. But she, as usual is just maddeningly unhelpful. So I’m still at ground zero with hardly enough fuel to even break the stratosphere (where did that come from?) Okay here’s the part where I freak out. Eeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!! (shoot - that came out very girlish-like).
Not that I haven’t been studying. I am studying. Scouts honour! I know what Acetyl Choline is. She’s a vibrant shade of black. (that’s not right, is it?) I know that Guyton was a messed up guy whose parrot talked back to him and he just jotted it all down (he had motor aphasia, couldn’t speak himself, the parrot on the other hand had a huge wernick’s area). B.D. Churasia was just evil who tried to do a Reader’s Digest version of I am Churasia’s body but wound writing up something like war and peace (and I swear its in Russian too). The Lippincot brothers were always high on LSD when they dreamed up all those impossible reactions that involve a couple hundred enzymes with names like kalases, dogerases, punch-you-in-the-face-es, and just-cram-it-all-in-ases. Fudge all that, I say! We should sequence cockroach genes.
“Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach.”
And this is probably not making any sense to you at all.
Take today for instance. After waking in the early hours of the evening just as the sun had tip toed across the median plane in the heavens, (I’m a night person myself) I might have turned a page or too of Snell out of sheer boredom before my wee little cousins from up above arrived and started causing such mayhem, the little buggers nearly made me have fun! (we played red Indians) But that was before in a noble gesture to force me to study, I was roughly locked inside a room with only Mr. Oral Biology for company (they shoved in some cockroach cluster through the cat flap every few hours).
Oh and all my technological privileges have been snapped till the Prof., hence the radio silence. But if you’re reading this, it means Hedwig did a good job. Go girl!
Ps-First paper of Anatomy on the 15th. I have to watch that movie on HBO that night that has Katherine Hegel in it. And that whats-his-name guy from P.S. ILY. Butler something.
Pps- Heard someone in class even has a birthday on the 15th. Poor kid.
Oh and M2’s birthday’s on the 10th. We’re gonna wish her at 10:10:10 on 10-10-10. Cool, no? :D
Ppps- I just started watching Heroes again. The title’s the third episode.
Pppps- please pray I pass the Prof. Pretty please? :D I’ll let ya all borrow my firebolt! (not the invisibility cloak, I need that for the Prof…don’t ask why…idk).