mosslike

am sitting quaintly in a quiet little corner of the med lib 2nd floor computer console area. pecking away at my black noisy clackettyclack keyboard with 2 fingers. the index fingers on both hands... *high 5 to ian tatt* i've attended typing courses but i've never really learned the elusive skill of semi-flexion of the proximal interphalangeal and flexion of the metacarpophalangeal joints at all ten upper limb digits simultaneously... it just doesn't happen. i presume that i've lost 80% of the neural circuitry required for such highly sophisticated digital manipulation, haha. which isn't surprising in and of itself, seeing that i'm going around with an IQ equivalent to a plate of jelly that's just been bombed to bits.

what's with males, testosterone, and little black dresses? i can't tell you how disturbing it is to have a guy keep staring at you from the other bench just because you have a little black dress on. ok. let me clarify. it's not a "come-oogle-all-you-want-i'm-pretending-to-be-a-cheap-come-on" dress. it's knee length for goodness' sakes! and i have a cardigan on. so for whatever hellish reasons I'm attracting his attention for, I don't know. it's just deeply disconcerting to find yourself the object of intense scrutiny from a fellow med sch student. (reminds me of our anat hall sessions, except that i'm not covered in formaldehyde and i'm not lying in a body bag) perhaps i had a particularly interesting fungiform tumor on my butt or something. ah wells. i've already done my part in covering myself up demurely, so all i can say to this is, ad nauseum: go away... haha.

ah. it's about 30mins away from the estimated time of arrival for my little protege... please pray for all those who, unfortunately, got vivas. let's cheer them on as they tackle this round of exams and hope they pass comfortably to enjoy the rets of the hols! :D