tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55721332011-07-30T15:22:20.391-02:30Life as a ScienceDance like nobody's watching and love like it's never gonna hurt.
It's a tall order, but I think we can do it.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comBlogger3941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-14583466730645397412010-05-23T18:45:00.001-02:302010-05-23T18:46:03.908-02:30Got myself a Nikon D90.Spent the afternoon taking pictures.Yea, baby, yea.:):):)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-69054073800023051182010-01-04T23:34:00.002-03:302010-01-04T23:47:06.279-03:30My computer died a few months ago. Considering it was already on it's 4th hard drive in as many years, this didn't come as a huge shock. You'd think then, given it's rocky record, that I would have been intelligent enough to back up all my documents, especially my music and my photos.You'd THINK. ha. I had, however, been smart enough one year ago to back up my music files.So, today, I finally sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-71370214946328384382009-06-11T08:47:00.002-02:302009-06-11T08:55:05.396-02:30It's such a helpless feeling when a friend is in chaos. When a friend's life is being fed into the woodchipper by forces well beyond his control. When a few cells get overzealous and start to divide too quickly, and in their fury slip up and make mistakes and create a pulsating monster -- this is chaos. And what can I do? So little. I can answer the phone, stumble over my words as I desperately sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-49366277772095176222009-04-30T00:04:00.002-02:302009-04-30T00:10:33.585-02:30Feeling lost.I've been home the last few days, studying hardcore (ie. cramming) for my medical licensing exam next week. The nice thing about this is that I've been able to watch Sex and The City at 8-9 in the morning. It's a nice way to wake up with my coffee. :) It's made me rather homesick for my old life...St. John's, the girls, the randomness of each day, a time when I knew who I was, and sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-69003521262977391922008-11-19T21:49:00.002-03:302008-11-19T21:55:46.525-03:30Holy impressed Batman.Somewhere, somehow, sometime during the last 2 years...I have moved on.And when the news arrived today, I felt...nothing. Nothing bad, anyways. In fact, I felt a little soft warm glow somewhere deep in my entrails that he had found his happy ending.It's such a nice feeling, to have the hurt and shame and loss just evaporate, and to feel only warmth at the memory of what wassordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-52927498727927260732008-10-26T01:20:00.002-02:302008-10-26T02:04:53.261-02:30Okay, I'm a big fat liar.I said I was ending this, but now that I've been away, I've decided I may have underestimated the therapeutic value of this blog thing. What do I want to write about tonight. urgh...who knows...I just feel like writing. I have a dear friend who paints to work out his demons...I write. That, or I take pictures. It's a bit late at night to go roaming the streets in search sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-86466694640616276822008-01-02T23:59:00.000-03:302008-01-03T00:11:31.583-03:302008. That's nearly 5 years since I started this blog. I think it's time to end it. I'm slowly transfering the enteries to a more concrete form, and once that's done, I'll remove this from the public domain. This blog has been a huge supportive outlet for me, especially in its first 2 years. The problem is, I disregarded the 'public' aspect of the blog, and wrote as if it was a private journal sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1169654248694534692007-01-24T12:20:00.000-03:302007-01-24T12:27:28.710-03:30We're not just medical students, we're not just doctors. We're not just on this side of the table, the ones giving the news, providing the info, detached from the fear and the saddness and the unknown. We're also the patients. Each one of us has been that scared patient that sits in front of their doctor, each one of us has been that frightened and worried family member that sits in the waiting sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1169487019540902042007-01-22T13:51:00.000-03:302007-01-22T14:00:19.553-03:30They say that smell is the most potent inducer of memory....but I think music's gotta be pretty high up there.I made a 'chill' playlist over the weekend...just threw on a lot of artists and didn't pay huge attention to the actual individual songs I was putting on. I just started it up as I sat down to start some neurology homework...and the first two songs took me straight back. So much so that Isordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1156735709511239592006-08-28T00:56:00.000-02:302006-08-28T00:58:29.526-02:30Here I go again on my own.....Yup. Got myself another friend. Woofreakin'hoo.How the hell can someone lead someone on like that? Anyway. Obviously another relationship catastrophe for the me-meister.No need for comments to make me feel better. Don't want them. I just wanted to rant.I have a massive comfy bed now. I guess this means I have tons of room to stretch out.Fuck.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1153944764260791312006-07-26T17:42:00.000-02:302006-07-26T17:42:44.276-02:30When am I going to get over this?Is 3 years enough? I would have hoped so.Apparently not.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1152155864419006282006-07-06T00:44:00.000-02:302006-07-06T00:47:44.426-02:30When someone says to you 'It's been fun'....how do you interpret that? It seems to me that it means somehting like, 'well it's been good. See ya around...maybe.'Agree/Disagree?sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1152104164680134742006-07-05T10:24:00.000-02:302006-07-05T10:28:26.023-02:30HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!I spent the day on parliament hill watching buskers and eating hot dogs and watching music and the fireworks....have rarely felt so canadian. The outfits were definitely my favorite. Check out random Asian man on the right there. RANDOM!sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1150978702191650092006-06-22T09:41:00.000-02:302006-06-22T09:48:22.193-02:30Some pics from the last few days:when I get the rest uplodaed onto my computer, i'll make a shutterfly or something and send them out. :)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1150978262100022442006-06-22T09:34:00.000-02:302006-06-22T09:41:02.110-02:30Ah....back in Ottawa. So jetlagged I can't sleep in although I'm exhausted. Dah well....will post and then just lie in bed and watch episodes of House. And starve. I need to go to the grocery store. sigh.So..my last few days in England were AWESOME. I last left you at the zoo, I believe. The following day i took it completely easy as i came down with a bad cold and felt like crap. But sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1150289542033820812006-06-14T10:00:00.000-02:302006-06-14T10:22:22.146-02:30Some pictures of the Zoo:On left: the random guy from the tunnel who wouldn't leave my umbrella and me: "Uh, doesn't he belong to YOU guys?"On right: Here I am being perched on by a butterfly. Maybe it liked the smell of my shampoo???sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1150287380148694022006-06-14T09:16:00.000-02:302006-06-14T09:59:44.686-02:30I stopped posting for a while....just fell out of the mood. But now I'm all finished school and am on holiday visiting oxford for 2 weeks and staying with linz. And of COURSE, random events follow the two of us around like flies to dead rotting meat (nice analogy, eh?), so I figured, it might just be time to start writing again.So, I arrived here Thursday, June 8th. That day was all a bit of a sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1141346045220584742006-03-02T20:58:00.000-03:302006-03-02T21:04:05.233-03:30It's amazing how comforting it can be just to breathe and say to yourself, 'I will be okay.'Shit happens.....lots of shit....but then you breathe, and go for a walk, hang out with your friends, and realize that life will go on, and you WILL be fine.I will be fine.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1140821342284240072006-02-24T19:17:00.000-03:302006-02-24T19:19:02.296-03:30Exam over.Confusion sorted.Heart hurt.Head drained.Pissed, sad, angry.Time to go get drunk. This block party came at a very good time.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1140672845848423062006-02-23T02:03:00.000-03:302006-02-23T02:04:05.856-03:30I am so frustrated and mad and annoyed and hurt and fuckin' pissed off that I just want to scream.Not that you would hear me if I did.Or respond if you did hear.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1140234060366775952006-02-18T00:08:00.000-03:302006-02-18T00:11:00.380-03:30Okay, so one of the guys in our class just stopped by our study room and surprised us with coffee from Tim Hortons. It had cream and sugar in it -- things I normally never take (or like) in my coffee -- but honestly, it was prolly the best tasting cup I've had in a long time.The nicest thing that's happened to me all week.Such a simple gesture -- but given the week/night I've had, he has no ideasordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1140218923266253132006-02-17T19:56:00.000-03:302006-02-17T19:58:43.280-03:30God, this is a shitty week.Exam next week, so nothing but studying and stress.Couple that with a mountain of insecurity that got piled on top of me this week, added to the reality that it was valentine's day and I got wishes from everyone EXCEPT the one I'm supposed to get them from, and now recently the newest kick in the pants.Fuck.Fuck this shit fuck.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1139978298757272672006-02-15T01:00:00.000-03:302006-02-15T01:08:18.770-03:30A Message From the HeartValentine’s Day as seen from the perspective of a medical student studying cardiologyValentine’s Day takes on a special twist when you’re a medical student. And it’s more than the fact that you’re so busy that you have no time to celebrate it, this assuming you were able to wrestle yourself away from your work long enough to FIND someone worth celebrating it WITH….wait, I’sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1139335497527233752006-02-07T14:31:00.000-03:302006-02-07T14:34:57.546-03:30Most fabulous weekend.I saw THE TREWS saturday night...omg what a fabulous show they put off. I was in rock heaven. haah.I also saw this hillarious country music show at this random little bar in the market called the 'Lucky Ron Show'. I honestly can't describe it. You'll all just have to come visit me and I'll bring you down. It's the experience of a lifetime. :)This weekend was also a bit of sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1138768258281749692006-02-01T01:00:00.000-03:302006-02-01T01:00:58.290-03:30I hate how sad I get about good things because of how scared I am that that good thing is going to end. I hate it.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1138414027265949382006-01-27T22:32:00.000-03:302006-01-27T22:37:07.276-03:30Resolution.Or, at least, a door opening to the possibility of it.Anger is an active emotion..it takes work to sustain. And eventually you get tired of continuously having to create and maintain it. So it fades away.Saddness is passive. You can feel sad...and it doesn't take energy. It just is. That can remain, after the anger has gone.But the thing is, sometimes the saddness too fades away. sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1138075683544410532006-01-24T00:18:00.000-03:302006-01-24T00:38:03.620-03:30So it's 10:50pm, central time, on election night. The conservatives are in the lead, and my stress level is rising.Part of me is completely distraught that my country, the country I love and think truely stands for equality, for love of each other, for respecting each other and living and let living...would vote this way. Most of me says it really boils down to people just being pissed off at sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1137634861622314522006-01-18T22:10:00.000-03:302006-01-18T22:11:01.633-03:30I love it when you walk home at night, and it's just rained....and the ice on the ground is sparkling in the streetlights....it looks like you're walking on glitter.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1136570912706769122006-01-06T14:26:00.000-03:302006-01-06T14:38:32.746-03:30Hi again.I didn't post at all over christmas -- something about sitting down to the clunky desktop at home just doesn't make me want to write in my 'journal'. Maybe it doesn't feel intimite enough anymore, now that I'm so used to my personal, small, more book-like laptops. Ah...technology :)Christmas was fantastic. My brother and his girlfriend got engaged (WOOT WOOT..SO HAPPY), so that was sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134837971117201862005-12-17T13:12:00.000-03:302005-12-17T13:16:11.133-03:30Just about finished packing up for christmas. In about 20 minutes I'll call my cab, and head out to the airport. Since last christmas, I've spent a combined total of 3 weeks at home, and so I'm SO looking forward to getting back to my home...seeing my friends, seeing my family, my cat, the OCEAN...going to my old haunts. I love coming home for christmas. I almost feel like it wouldn't be sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134760950107477332005-12-16T15:51:00.000-03:302005-12-16T15:52:30.126-03:30My immunization tutor yesterday:"For me not to get the influenza vaccine would be just plain stupid. For one, I have lung disease, and for two, I'm older than God."HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.HA.and again...HA. ;)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134578991787933822005-12-14T13:17:00.000-03:302005-12-14T13:19:51.796-03:30My grey-haired immunology prof in class this morning:"Apoptosis. It's spelt a-p-o-p-t-o-s-i-s, but it's pronouced apotosis. Those of use who are cool don't pronounce the second P."So golden.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134571264776693902005-12-14T11:10:00.000-03:302005-12-14T11:11:04.790-03:30I have nothing to say....but I get to go home in a few days...YAY...WOOOHOOOOOI'm pretty stoked. That's all. HOMEHOMENot that I'm excited.ha.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134362921356455982005-12-12T01:08:00.000-03:302005-12-12T01:18:41.376-03:30It's funny to think that even though I have all my friends and all my family, Christmas can still be a lonely period. You go through christmas surrounded by people at family dinners, laughing with your friends, playing in the snow...you're always with people. But at the same time....it's one of those times when you just really really really want to be with the people you love most in the world.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1134111197092084302005-12-09T03:20:00.000-03:302005-12-09T03:23:17.103-03:30I love my friends.Thank god for you, or I would have crumbled into a thousand pieces.Thanks to those at home, who know me so well, that a single sentence out of my mouth gives you enough to understand exactly what I"m going through.....And thanks to those here..who keep me out dancing all night...who make me feel beautiful on the dance floor....who make me smile until my cheeks ache.I love you sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133999398301355272005-12-07T20:19:00.000-03:302005-12-07T20:19:58.313-03:30I need to stop giving a fuck about those that don't.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133996299601732512005-12-07T19:22:00.000-03:302005-12-07T19:28:19.603-03:30Oh. So this is what this feels like. I was wondering what it was going to do to me. So this is that feeling. This is what it feels like to actually have it happen -- to actually have it break. I guess it was already cracking....tears beginning to show...it had been patched and repatched so many times....but now it's actually broken.So this is what it feels like.Funny how people seem to thing sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133713320101058582005-12-04T12:50:00.000-03:302005-12-04T12:52:00.126-03:30Three years ago today.Miss you, M.Your smile, in my mind's eye, still makes me smile.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133712371028742662005-12-04T11:59:00.000-03:302005-12-04T12:36:14.060-03:30Okay, so random thing happened last night.Let's go back to grade 9: I was 15. I had big glasses, guy's jeans, big stripped northern reflections shirts. I wore my hair in a low polytail all the time...prolly parted in the middle, and no makeup ever. I wasn't exactly the epitamy of attractiveness. It was junior high.My brother was in grade 12 at a different school, and played on the senior boyssordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133283022579647062005-11-29T13:19:00.000-03:302005-11-29T13:20:22.596-03:30Haven't dyed my hair yet. Too scared.that is all.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133145653926494292005-11-27T23:05:00.000-03:302005-11-27T23:10:53.940-03:30Okay folks, I need your input and advice.So, I have always wanted to see what I would look like as a red hair. I even bought nonpermanent hair dye once, but was too chicken to try it, and now it just sits on my shelf where my mom snears at it and tries to accidently 'lose' it everytime she walks into my room.Anyway, I was in Shoppers yesterday with C, and walking down the hairdye aisle, my eye sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1133062296258575042005-11-27T00:00:00.000-03:302005-11-27T00:01:36.270-03:30I need to stop setting myself up for disapointment. I just need to stop doing that.If only the possibility of non-disapointment wasn't so heartachingly appealing....sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1132241916815713472005-11-17T11:59:00.000-03:302005-11-17T12:08:36.830-03:30Not first snow, but ALMOST.Second snow. First I've really been able to watch.I'm sitting here at the library, and outside the window next to me, flakes of snow are falling down. A while ago they were those big ones...that just gently drift...now they're smaller and faster, something like white rain. Watching snows makes you understand why the Inuit have about 100 words for it (or something sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1132034012470302412005-11-15T02:23:00.000-03:302005-11-15T02:23:32.480-03:30It hurts.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1131910360873725492005-11-13T15:56:00.000-03:302005-11-13T16:02:40.883-03:30There's something about having a male friend get mad at how a guy is treating you. Especially when this friend of yours is someone you really look up to, and who happens to be brilliant, gorgeous, (and a boxer), that makes you feel somehow protected. I think it's the whole 'Nobody f*ks with my friends' feeling behind it. Makes you feel safe and protected, as well as somehow impowered and sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1131735466342950712005-11-11T15:26:00.000-03:302005-11-11T15:27:46.353-03:30On my walk to school, there is a short section through a wooded area, which at night is pretty freaky, but during the day shows up all sorts of interesting wildlife. I saw my first cardinal bird there a few weeks ago, last week a bunny rabbit sat there quite happily and munched on grass as I stood right next to it (these animals are so used to us tracking through that they pay no attention to ussordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1131684269218247322005-11-11T01:11:00.000-03:302005-11-11T01:14:29.230-03:30Life really seems to like it's curve balls.It's like, you're up to bat...you know the pitcher. You're sure he's gonna throw a straight and narrow, full on toward the plate. You're comfortable, secure, things are gonna be great. And then...out of nowhere...totally out of character for this pitcher, he hits you with a curve ball. Flustered you swing wildly, miss, and the ball hits you smack in sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1131569645572571732005-11-09T17:21:00.000-03:302005-11-09T17:24:05.586-03:30"I never felt like I was sick. I just felt that my body was sick."Makes you think, huh?I love this quote.....came out in conversation the other day between a friend and a patient.Just because a part of our body is misfunctioning, that only makes us 'sick' if we decide we are. It's a labelling game.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1131508208950722562005-11-09T00:15:00.000-03:302005-11-09T00:20:08.963-03:30I don't really have anything big to write about tonight. Life has just been going on pretty naturally recently. Spending lots of time with W, trying to ease my way into figureing out just what that is. Ever meet someone who really just astounds you? In a good way, I mean. I have a friend in England, who I met in a really random, hapzard, serendipitous way, who generally blows my mind a little sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1130937071691380712005-11-02T09:39:00.000-03:302005-11-02T09:41:11.703-03:30Okay, I just have to say:THe KEG is SO DAMN GOOD. Holy gawd. I took someone there for their birthday last night, and I swear I felt guilty because I think I was enjoying myself more that they were. The steak was like a juicy, savory, piece of heaven melting on my tongue..mmmmm...hahaha.Seriously -- that rocked. Try the sirloin oscar. This is not a paid advertisement.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1130550958105684132005-10-28T23:19:00.000-02:302005-10-28T23:25:58.116-02:30The beginning of the relationship is scary. It shouldn't be. It should be exciting, flirtacious, enthralling, mysterious....which it all is...but it's also scary. It's scary because you don't know what you're getting yourself into. If you're one of those people, like yours truely, who somehow manages to grow attached to people quite quickly, it's frightening as you feel yourself doing this sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1129786419079791882005-10-20T03:02:00.000-02:302005-10-20T03:03:39.086-02:30Tonight, I sang Kareoke. 'Sweet Home Alabama', in fact.Yay for conquering fears and having a good time doing it. :)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1129689897086307122005-10-19T00:09:00.000-02:302005-10-19T00:14:57.093-02:30It's OVER!!That's right. My first ever med school exam is finally kaput, and we spent a fabulous weekend in London celebrating its demise. I learned how to suture on a pig's hoof, and helped to body surf my friend matt around a bar. it was great. :)Today I had the entire day off. No classes, and since it is the beginning of a new block, effectively no work. I lounged around the whole day (sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1129073769980604832005-10-11T21:05:00.000-02:302005-10-11T21:06:09.986-02:30Am too tired to be even remotely interesting.But check this out: http://theunderweardrawer.homestead.com/twelvemedstudents.htmlHopefully you'll get a chuckle out of it.I started laughing so hard I nearly smiled.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1129000271322223492005-10-11T00:38:00.000-02:302005-10-11T00:41:11.326-02:30My first med school exam is on friday. It's monday night.I'm too tired to be stressed. And too full of turkey.Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....tryptophan.APPPARENTLY, there's actually not enough tryptophan in turkey to have this sleepy effect though -- it's just cause we eat sooo much in general. Weird ,eh?It's so disturbing to be finding out that all the stuff I thought was true is false.Like, that wholesordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128712654733853292005-10-07T16:45:00.000-02:302005-10-07T16:47:34.740-02:30I locked myself out of the house today.One of my roomates has gone home to Sudbury for the weekend, and the other is currently AWOL.Great.I just can hear all my friends saying, 'And you're a Rhodes Scholar.' Or the more popular, 'And you're going to be a doctor.'ARGH.I am so stupid sometimes it hurts.hahasordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128635614885444732005-10-06T19:19:00.000-02:302005-10-06T19:23:34.890-02:30God. I wish I could write what someone told me today. But I can't. Makes me want to go out and do everything I can right now though. Cause in the end, I want good memories. I don't want to be at the end of my life, and have nothing to do when I think about my life but cry.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128386773122124482005-10-03T22:13:00.000-02:302005-10-03T22:16:13.126-02:30The human heart is a pretty simple organ when you think about it.It's just a big ol' pump. Of course...it's not SIMPLE...but in comparison to some of the other things going on in our bodies, it's relatively straight forward.Now...why does it feel though that the things in life that we attribute to our 'hearts' are SO DAMN COMPLICATED???!!!I wish biology was reflected in actuality.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128268529959165082005-10-02T13:24:00.000-02:302005-10-02T13:25:29.966-02:30As hoped, the whiskey bar delievered an action-packed and fun-filled evening. Even got a free drink out of it.Yay.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128184518804865292005-10-01T14:03:00.000-02:302005-10-01T14:05:18.810-02:30Urgh.Studying all day -- I did NOT miss this aspect of school.It looks to be a beautiful weekend -- 22 and sunny both days...and where am i going to be? In the library. that's right. My closest encounter with the beautiful day will be through a sheet of plexiglass. Wooo....ho.My frontal lobe is not amused.in other news, I am returning to my favorite Ottawa hotspot, the WHISKY BAR tonight. i sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128116728630528452005-09-30T19:06:00.000-02:302005-09-30T19:15:28.636-02:30Today I got a massive endorphin release. Not from working out, or from receiving a bouquet of flowers (sniff sniff), or from seeing a hot guy (haha), but from finally seeing the light on a frustrating problem our group was working on all morning. After over an hour of drawing and erasing diagrams, scrambling through books and notes, deciphering 'google-ed' info and shouting answers and sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1128048268974993632005-09-30T00:04:00.000-02:302005-09-30T00:14:28.980-02:30Today I met with a patient. A real, living, breathing, human being. This was my second such encounter, where I played the role of first year medical student honing my interview skills by practicing them on a willing patient in the hospital or clinic, waiting to be seen by the REAL doctor. Because of confidentiality issues, I can't say anything about their conditions or life stories, even if I sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127878289789166832005-09-28T00:50:00.000-02:302005-09-28T01:01:29.796-02:30One thing this blog is good for is keeping track of my life. I just checked back to see what i was up to on this day last year and the year before...apparently, it was today, two years ago, that I arrived in Ottawa, en route to England. It was my first day away from home at the start of that trip...my first day meeting the new canadian rhodies...the first day of exploring this city completely sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127791633098103032005-09-27T00:51:00.000-02:302005-09-27T00:57:13.103-02:30Being given the opportunity to help someone is the best gift you can be given. Even if that opportunity means you have to stop trying to help. It still makes you feel better to know you're doing something...by doing nothing.Nothing more, that is, than saying you care, and then stepping back.Lessons from life as a medical student.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127735536759189162005-09-26T09:21:00.000-02:302005-09-26T09:22:16.766-02:30Remember that rain I was talking about last night? The soothing sound of it on my windowpane as I drifted off into a blissful sleep?Yeah. Well, now that rain has reached hurricane proportions and I'm gonna have to swim to school. Great.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127706778901741432005-09-26T01:09:00.000-02:302005-09-26T01:23:01.156-02:30You'd think I"d be sick of it by now. This 'Staind' song, I mean -- 'right here'. It's on the radio about 10 times a day.And yet...I'm not. I am incapable of getting sick of it. I'm not sure what it is....I love the sound of it...I love his voice...prolly it's the lyrics. Ever find a song where you're like, 'man...that must have been written for me. That's my life.'It's like the band lookedsordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127543956895175312005-09-24T04:01:00.000-02:302005-09-24T04:09:16.903-02:30Tonight was weird.Simply just weird.I went out to a local bar called Griffins with a bunch of school friends. I had a great time, and was dancing it up on the dance floor, and walking around the bar laughing and drinking with everyone. And then it started to happen. I started getting hit on. Profusely. And, not surprising, always by older men. I'm not sure what it is with older guys and tall sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127272918610788152005-09-21T00:48:00.000-02:302005-09-21T00:51:58.620-02:30Okay, so school has begun getting stressful.....today's two two-hour lectures basically summed up the entire nervous system...histology and anatomy....and left me saying 'uh...come again?'Yes, my weekend will involve many hours at the library. I can see it now.In other news, still having a great time. Making some good good friends in my class and still getting to know people better. Getting sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1127055212962774272005-09-18T12:18:00.000-02:302005-09-18T12:23:32.970-02:30I've become obsessed with the new Stained song...I'm not sure what it's called but I think it's prolly 'Right here waiting.' And no, it's not a Richard Marx remake. Thank God. :)'You're so independent, you just refuse to bend. So I keep bending 'til I break.''I've got some imperfections, but how can you collect them all and throw them in my face?''But you always find a way to keep me right sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1126479337345246182005-09-11T20:24:00.000-02:302005-09-11T20:25:37.353-02:30Hey you.It's been forever.I'm in Ottawa.It's a blast and a half.I've been toga-ing, beer-boating, cosmic bowling-ing, semi-formally-ing and some medical learn-ing.But enough about me. How have YOU been?sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1122249552310950662005-07-24T21:27:00.000-02:302005-07-24T21:29:12.316-02:30So this is actually it. Tommorrow I get on a plane and leave this city....leave this life. Saying goodbye to my friends tonight was so hard....still in tears. Seeing a back dissapear around a corner has rarely been so hard. I'll miss you England. You've got some fucked up ways, but I'll really really miss you.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1121374353689101132005-07-14T18:09:00.000-02:302005-07-14T18:28:40.686-02:30I went into London today. I had some work to do at the History of Medicine library. I was a little unnerved, as it's the one-week anniversary of the bombings, and part of my trip was going to entail using one of the attacked stations. But...life goes on, and Londoners have returned to the rails, so, so did I.The entire trip consisted of 6 hours of commuting and 7.5 hours of sitting in front of a sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1121077084491507592005-07-11T07:47:00.000-02:302005-07-11T07:48:04.500-02:30I love www.phdcomics.com It is so freakin' funny....go check it out.....no, no one is paying me to say this...I WISH.....sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120952694765684792005-07-09T21:03:00.000-02:302005-07-09T21:14:54.773-02:30Every so often I meet people who make me think, 'holy crap....people are awesome'. Someone interesting and kind and funny and generally just interested in making this world somewhat better than what it was when they came into it. Someone who tries to understand other people, and when they can't, at least respects them for their differences. I recently met one of these people....someone who sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120769759473077202005-07-07T18:22:00.000-02:302005-07-07T18:25:59.480-02:30Monday night -- someone sets fire to our college boathouse. 26 boats are lost along with massive smoke damage to the interiort.Thursday morning -- 4 bombs go off on London public transport during morning rush hour. At last 37 dead, not yet counting the casualties from the doubledecker bus whose roof and back half blew off in the explosion. A friend exited one of the targeted tube stations 10 sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120689151590399562005-07-06T19:55:00.000-02:302005-07-06T20:02:31.596-02:30Unsure of what my emotion is right now. I think I'm actually quite sad....a bit melancholy, but more simply just sad. It's weird....it's odd how quickly you can start to get used to something being around and how much you can start enjoying something -- it can happen in a matter of days. And then when that thing leaves....you really feel it. Even more so when you know that is something you sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120660061040394502005-07-06T11:40:00.000-02:302005-07-06T11:57:41.046-02:30Remember how I said I went to Henley? (The Royal Regatta...the rowing...think people, pay attention). And remember how I said I was going to tell you more about that later? Yeah, well, later's never going to come, I reckon, cause (in the words of the newfoundlander), I can't be arsed. So, here's a pic instead. A picture's worth a 1000 words, isn't it? I tried to post more than one pic, but sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120599018649605132005-07-05T18:58:00.000-02:302005-07-05T19:00:18.656-02:30I hope you all are familiar with Marvin Gaye's classic 'Let's get it on'. Besides being a rather amusing subject matter, this is a DAMN AMAZING SONG. I had kinda forgotten about it, and it came on a playlist I hadn't listened to for ages tonight, and I suddenly was struck by just how DAMN AMAZING it is. That opening...waa waa waaa...man, it rocks. ROCKS.That's all. Just wanted to point that sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120345247046117602005-07-02T20:27:00.000-02:302005-07-02T21:03:45.273-02:30Just watched War of the Worlds. Man, THAT was good fun. Lots I could be critical about, but I've decided to no longer be critical of the little things that never make sense in movies, and just enjoy them for their pure, fictional entertainment value. This one had big nasty robots, lots of cool blow-em-up special effects, gross-looking aliens and a still pretty hot Tom Cruise, so really, what's sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120127458556311492005-06-30T07:59:00.000-02:302005-06-30T08:00:58.563-02:30Anyone know a song about getting yourself into a situation you know you shouldn't be in, and thinking you could handle it, but then realizing you can't and then having to get yourself out but not really wanting to, but needing to?Yeah.I'd like the lyrics to that one, if you have them.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1120083712954911782005-06-29T19:50:00.000-02:302005-06-29T19:51:52.960-02:30Oh my god. Am too tired to write anything now, but have just spent the two most wonderful days. Saw Coldplay perform last night, and spent all day today basking in the sun at the Henley Regatta, surrounded by the poshest people I've ever seen. Even got a sunburn.Anyway, off to bed. Will elaborate more later. :)xxxsordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119778602631352442005-06-26T07:06:00.000-02:302005-06-26T07:06:42.640-02:30The thing I love about Oxford is its ability to continually surprise and impress me.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119696380520671972005-06-25T08:02:00.000-02:302005-06-25T08:29:01.666-02:30Every so often, things work out in ways that are slightly unbelievable. Everything just seems to fall into place and opportunities open themselves up and somehow someone puts you in a position to gain incredibly from that moment. This has happened to me a few times before -- when you end up sitting or standing somewhere, and because you are put there you meet someone next to you, and because you sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119564957723388882005-06-23T19:40:00.000-02:302005-06-23T19:45:57.730-02:30Just an observation:I walked home tonight in one of those perfect, warm summer nights -- the kind you dream about all winter long. Along Longwall street, I was strolling close to the huge wall surrounding Magdalen College, and I started to get the sensation of standing by a low heater. Trailing my hand along the wall as I walked, I realized that the stones themselves were radiating heat. The sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119444076857324142005-06-22T10:02:00.000-02:302005-06-22T10:11:16.866-02:30A couple of stories for your reading enjoyment. :)First off, I FINISHED MY EXAM!!! WOOHOO. It went well, so I'm a happy camper. I emerged from exam schools at 12:30 on monday, dazzled by the sunlight and within 30 seconds found a bottle of champagne pushed into my welcoming fingers. Linz and I walked into town, sharing swigs out of this bottle in full sub fusc. No one even took a second look. sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119215176123418872005-06-19T18:34:00.000-02:302005-06-19T18:36:16.130-02:30This is it. My exam is tommorrow morning. FREEEEEEEEEEEDOM...almost. So, come 12:30, my body will start a massive toxification process. :)In other news, this 31 degree heat has turned my room into a vertible SAUNA. I should get people to pay to come sit in here. But..then I'd have naked people sitting in my room...and it would just get hotter. So...scratch that. Maybe I'll just get a fan sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1119141931176374932005-06-18T22:13:00.000-02:302005-06-18T22:15:31.180-02:30danielle and Jorge forced me to abandom my books and take a well-deserved break from the studying to go tot he last ever linacre bop tonight. There was a 'tequialla land' there. Am very happy I went. :)Am drunk now though. There's a simpson's episode where ralph says, 'SLEEP! That's where I'm a Viking!' For me it's 'Drunk! That's where I think of you.'And it's true.but sleep should help. And sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1118701187571745002005-06-13T19:49:00.000-02:302005-06-13T19:49:47.576-02:30Oh...and MJ's been found innocent.Just thought that was worth a note...seemed of some sort of historical importance.Some sort.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1118700741646141602005-06-13T19:41:00.000-02:302005-06-16T20:23:30.066-02:30New favorite song -- Colplay, 'I'll see you soon'. Can't quite figure it out yet, but it's gorgeous.Also, was introduced to a musician named James Blunt tonight....his song 'You're Beautiful' is..well, just beautiful.Look these up, folks.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1118615217010941322005-06-12T19:56:00.000-02:302005-06-12T19:56:57.016-02:30I don't know what I'm doing.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1118241274286098632005-06-08T11:59:00.000-02:302005-06-08T12:04:34.293-02:30Well, this is it. My last few hours as a 23-year old. I'm not sure why, but this makes me kinda sad. Maybe it's because I have to spend these final hours in the library. That would get anybody down. :)I think I know why though...23 to me was always 'the age'. I started thinking that way when I was 20....I was in montreal, and I met this guy and he was just the epitamy of everything I saw as sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1118007563132091702005-06-05T18:58:00.000-02:302005-06-05T19:09:23.140-02:30Just got back from the Achiever Summit in New York. Now, before you barf at how incredibly pretencious that sounds, and before I pass out from lack of sleep, let me regale you -- not with stories, because I'm FAR too tired, but with the names of just SOME of the people who talked to us, ate dinner with us, chatted with us in elevators and on buses over the past few days: AHEM:Denzel Washington,sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1117577668131346142005-05-31T19:42:00.000-02:302005-05-31T19:44:28.136-02:30Leaving for New York City in the morning!!!Will be AWOL for the next few days, but hopefully next week I'll be able to stun you with the wonders of the coming days....oh the celebrities, oh the wonderful food, OH THE 5-STAR LUXIOUS DOUBLE BEDS!!!!!!!!!!!New York, New York is currently stuck in my head.WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!;)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1117491253757113782005-05-30T19:42:00.000-02:302005-05-30T19:44:13.763-02:30Very strange, and unexpected day.....slightly confusing, slightly bewildering....but quite good. Brain needs time to sort through this one.Got another sunburn. But worth it, I'd say.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1117230965180487752005-05-27T19:19:00.000-02:302005-05-27T19:26:05.200-02:30You know what's great about going to see an orchestra?WATCHING them.Now, I know that sounds a bit weird -- you go to an orchestra to HEAR them.BUT...if you fix your gaze slightly above the players, so that they're only in your peripheral visions...the music takes on a visual form. Each swell of music is achieved by a large wave of hands pushing bows upwards....marching chords are a result of sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1117024322645459502005-05-25T10:01:00.000-02:302005-05-25T10:02:02.650-02:30Off to the river now....nerves are slightly freaking out.:)sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1116973965219662692005-05-24T20:00:00.000-02:302005-05-24T20:02:45.223-02:30OKay folks, this is it.TOMMORROW SUMMER VIII's STARTS!!(this is the big rowing bumping races for those of you who don't hang around me enough to have heard me talk about nothing else for the past 6 weeks).I row at 4ish wednesday through friday, and then at 3ish on saturday. If you're in the area, COME DOWN AND WATCH!! Drink some pimms, watch the crashes, it's all good. The best place is sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1116929786592691092005-05-24T07:33:00.000-02:302005-05-24T07:54:45.633-02:30Talking to D is always interesting. She studies religion, and since that's a topic I know next to nothing about, she's always got something cool to tell me. Besides, she's so into it that her enthusiasm is infectious. :)The other day we got to talking about people who profess to be Christian -- pull the moral line about heaven and hell, and are convinced they are going to heaven because they havesordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1116884635758592382005-05-23T19:13:00.000-02:302005-05-23T19:13:55.763-02:30Only 2 more sleeps until lycra clad boaties start playing bumper boats.The butterflies are beginning to flap.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5572133.post-1116723627080147322005-05-21T22:28:00.000-02:302005-05-21T22:30:27.086-02:30Arrgh.More drama than I care for has thrown itself into my life over the past 24 hours. Something I thought was over and done and locked away, only to be viewed with sentimental feelings and memories has suddenly spouted an angry head, and is nailing me with its lack of resolution.A walk home in the rain gives you too much time to think.sordariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06111380297913416837noreply@blogger.com