dear starbucks guy,
i admire your perseverance, really. the 5 times you have walked back and forth from your table to the splenda/creamer/stirrer/trash can station in the last 30 minutes, i have avoided your gaze. i am truly sorry i made eye contact the first time. i guess i forgot that looking at you for less than a millisecond made it ok for you to stare at me for the next 500,000. oh, look, your creepiness has officially ruined my focus for the epic blog post i was trying to compose, and now you are actually talking to me?
what's that you say? what am i working on? well actually i am a medical student. that should be enough to scare you off, right? a women over 5'2", that has brains? oh, ok. you're so creepy that that doesn't creep you out. shit.
have i heard of doctors without borders, yes actually i have. you go, doctors without borders, save those african children from malaria.
wait, creepy starbucks guy, are you actually telling me that you think DWB is useless? yes, you actually said that. What's that you said afterward, "if you really want to help Africans, you shouldn't give them medicine or food. what they need is brute military force". wow, creepy starbucks guy, you have officially ruined all faith i had in mankind for at least the next 3 months. thanks.
wait, peace and joy shall prevail! i know EXACTLY what you need. you see, last week i was at Panera, and a man twice your age and creepiness level told me about some poker game he has every Monday night behind the North Star Mall. he invited me to come. i wasn't interested but you should TOTALLY go. here, i'll give you his business card that he gave me; i'm sure he won't mind. call him up, i'm 100% positive he'll agree with you on the whole "brute force conquers all" theory. now i must go. i have grey's anatomy episodes to catch up on.
peace and joy to new relationships and loving life!
new and improved posts to come.....
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
URGENT
Dear Beloved Blog Readers,
Many of you may or may not know that i may or may not have a shopping problem. This problem may or may not interfere with my daily pursuit of peace and joy. If you don't stop me, i may or may not buy these. help.
Many of you may or may not know that i may or may not have a shopping problem. This problem may or may not interfere with my daily pursuit of peace and joy. If you don't stop me, i may or may not buy these. help.
yes. they may or may not be covered in gold sequins.
this is urgent.
this is urgent.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The life and times of Zibin Zhao
Since my last post, it seems that time has just flown bye. I've been busy, really. "well WHAT have you been doing, meg"? you ask. some examples:
1. I learned how to grow the branches of my tree pose in yoga the other day. it was quite possibly one of the best workout experiences i'v ever had. especially the next day, when lifting my arms felt like a feat of the gods.
here's what it looks like:
and yes, my proportions are JUST LIKE this girls'. and yes, this IS HARD.
2. i've been experimenting with my hair alot. (this takes time). in light of the intro of peace and joy into my life, i thought it might be appropriate to do the same for my hair. yes, there's always the likelihood it may find flame, but i like to think i live dangerously. so, i've embraced a daily devotion of letting my hair go free for at least the morning portion of the day. and like all things meg, even my hair has begun to imitate her true inspiration:
that's right. it's imogen heap! o hey girl. you're the best. i only wish my hair didn't look like yours, (sorry).
note to self: spend more time on taming your hair and NEVER by any circumstances apply fake trees to the top. no matter how badly you want. even if its halloween. and you're drunk. and your dressing as a tree. just don't do it.
3. we just started the renal and male GI portion of med school classes. it has been so miserable,
i've been tempted to hole myself up in my room, get really pale, and start listening to Amy Winehouse again. But i won't.
Why, if med school is such torture, how do i go on?
One reason.
Zibin.
Zibin Zhao is one of my former tank-mates. A tank is a group of 4 people that you spend countless hours with in the cadaver lab your first year of medical school, dissecting various parts of the human body. Zibin and I are tank mates 4 lyfe. let me tell you why:
(This is Zibin, wearing his infamous Reese's T shirt. What does it mean? I may never know. )
A couple of weeks ago Zibin told me that he had read my blog on The Cage Theory. I was so excited!
Meg: "Did you like it?!?!?!"
Zibin: "It was really long, kind of waste of time to read. And your prose is not too impressive".
See, Zibin will always tell you the truth, no matter what. This is why he's a true friend. He inspires me excel to higher places in life. so i thought i would dedicate this entry to his painful honesty, our friendship, and some of our best memories.
Dear Zibin,
remember that time i chased you around the cadaver lab, trying to get a peek at your tat under your scrub top? i hope you weren't too pissed at me. and thanks for showing me anyway.
hey, what about the time i accidentally sliced your finger with the fecally-contaminated scalpel during the pelvic floor dissection. thanks for being so cool about that, and letting me practice venipuncture on you, too.
there was also the day that Krista (another tank mate of ours) made you cookies. remember when she asked you how they were, and you said "crumbly". you're the best.
actually, the other day Krista and i were talking about you; here's how it went:
Krista: " I saw Zibs today"
Meg: " No WAY! what did he say?"
Krista: " not much, just hi. he gave me a hug!"
Meg: " HE LET YOU TOUCH HIM? SHUT UP!"
(Krista grins mischievously)
yes, this an actual conversation we had about you, Zibs. we adore you. the more you degrade us, the more we crave your presensce. and no matter how many times in life you call me a dunce, i'll just keep coming back for more. and if you ever let me study with you ever again, (sorry about what happened last time) i'll be overjoyed. kind of like you in this pic:
peace and joy to another day.
meg.
1. I learned how to grow the branches of my tree pose in yoga the other day. it was quite possibly one of the best workout experiences i'v ever had. especially the next day, when lifting my arms felt like a feat of the gods.
here's what it looks like:
and yes, my proportions are JUST LIKE this girls'. and yes, this IS HARD.
2. i've been experimenting with my hair alot. (this takes time). in light of the intro of peace and joy into my life, i thought it might be appropriate to do the same for my hair. yes, there's always the likelihood it may find flame, but i like to think i live dangerously. so, i've embraced a daily devotion of letting my hair go free for at least the morning portion of the day. and like all things meg, even my hair has begun to imitate her true inspiration:
that's right. it's imogen heap! o hey girl. you're the best. i only wish my hair didn't look like yours, (sorry).note to self: spend more time on taming your hair and NEVER by any circumstances apply fake trees to the top. no matter how badly you want. even if its halloween. and you're drunk. and your dressing as a tree. just don't do it.
3. we just started the renal and male GI portion of med school classes. it has been so miserable,
i've been tempted to hole myself up in my room, get really pale, and start listening to Amy Winehouse again. But i won't.
Why, if med school is such torture, how do i go on?
One reason.
Zibin.
Zibin Zhao is one of my former tank-mates. A tank is a group of 4 people that you spend countless hours with in the cadaver lab your first year of medical school, dissecting various parts of the human body. Zibin and I are tank mates 4 lyfe. let me tell you why:
(This is Zibin, wearing his infamous Reese's T shirt. What does it mean? I may never know. )
A couple of weeks ago Zibin told me that he had read my blog on The Cage Theory. I was so excited!
Meg: "Did you like it?!?!?!"
Zibin: "It was really long, kind of waste of time to read. And your prose is not too impressive".
See, Zibin will always tell you the truth, no matter what. This is why he's a true friend. He inspires me excel to higher places in life. so i thought i would dedicate this entry to his painful honesty, our friendship, and some of our best memories.
Dear Zibin,
remember that time i chased you around the cadaver lab, trying to get a peek at your tat under your scrub top? i hope you weren't too pissed at me. and thanks for showing me anyway.
hey, what about the time i accidentally sliced your finger with the fecally-contaminated scalpel during the pelvic floor dissection. thanks for being so cool about that, and letting me practice venipuncture on you, too.
there was also the day that Krista (another tank mate of ours) made you cookies. remember when she asked you how they were, and you said "crumbly". you're the best.
actually, the other day Krista and i were talking about you; here's how it went:
Krista: " I saw Zibs today"
Meg: " No WAY! what did he say?"
Krista: " not much, just hi. he gave me a hug!"
Meg: " HE LET YOU TOUCH HIM? SHUT UP!"
(Krista grins mischievously)
yes, this an actual conversation we had about you, Zibs. we adore you. the more you degrade us, the more we crave your presensce. and no matter how many times in life you call me a dunce, i'll just keep coming back for more. and if you ever let me study with you ever again, (sorry about what happened last time) i'll be overjoyed. kind of like you in this pic:
peace and joy to another day.
meg.
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