Scopes & Scrubs

And so the curtain falls.  Tonight, we had our first EVER Arrhythmics concert!  We did a program with the First Harmonics, each singing six songs before coming together for a joint finale.  I'm so impressed with our current group.  We've come so far this semester; if you had told me in August that we'd be performing in a concert in December, I would have probably kicked you in the shins for lying to me.  Plus, we have the best fans ever... there were so many med school students in the audience tonight!  Anyway, thanks for everyone who was either in or at our concert.  You guys are all the best!

Okay, time to get a good night's sleep before doing some quality studying and then setting up for the VMed Bonfire tomorrow.  All in a day's work!

Assimilation: Complete

[Sam]: who is actually in charge???

[Sam]: nobody knows

[Nosheen]: WHO IS IN CHARGE

[Nosheen]: NO ONE KNOWS

 

Thus sayeth Samsheen Rezhao. 

A Gift to Myself

I received an e-mail from Qdoba today informing me that if I buy a $25 Q-Cash Gift Card for a friend, I receive a $5 voucher for myself.  This is interesting to me, not because I'm particularly interested in buying a Qdoba gift card (random) for anyone this Christmas, but because I know that I myself will inevitably spend at least $25 at Qdoba this coming year.  So, what's stopping me from buying the gift card for myself and getting a free $5 voucher out of it?  Nothing, I tell you.

And, because it keeps popping up all over my Facebook News Feed and friends' Gchat statuses, I thought I'd share this article.  It's by Shane Claiborne, one of the founding members of the Potter Street Community and activist for nonviolence and service to the poor.  He's kind of the new "it" guy for today's young Christian community, kind of like an edgier Mother Teresa.  If you like the article, you should definitely read his book, The Irresistible Revolution, which poses some serious challenges to today's church.

Site Under Construction

Tina has started putting up my new layout (thanks, Tina!), but it's a work in progress, so pardon the glitches right now.  And, after a two and a half hour Arrhythmics rehearsal, I don't even have the energy to say anything else.  Goodnight, moon.

Excuse Me, What?

From our Pathology notes:

"Although glomerulonephritis are strictly glomerular diseases with inflammation, it also encompasses glomerular diseases that have no inflammatory components."

From some absolutely ridiculous Chinese news source that apparently uses graphics from The Sims in its reports:

Creep Creep

Usually I'm the one doing the creeping on Facebook, but suddenly I feel like I'm being creeped by others.  I just got two friend requests from people I'm not sure that I know, but I hesitantly accepted anyway, thinking maybe there were just people I knew from the past that had somehow slipped out of my life.  After all, would hate to turn someone away that was just trying to get back in touch.

That said, I'm pretty sure I've never met this guy Park Stetson.  His friend list is consisted entirely of guys from around the country, most of whose profile pictures are Myspace-esque photos of themselves either shirtless or flexing.  Which, now that I think about it, makes me wonder why he added me as a friend, since I'm clothed head-to-foot in my Max costume in my profile picture.  Oh, and in case you were wondering, Park's own photo is one of him both shirtless AND flexing.  I kid you not.  What's more, the little blurb under his photo says: "totally into body building and meetin new buds for fun pic trader send to receive ********@yahoo.com."  Aaand I'm gonna just go ahead and click the "Remove from Friends" link now.

I'm also nearly positive that I've never met my other new friend Gretchen Cabanday.  I think I'll keep her around, though, since her profile seems much tamer.  But watch yourself, Gretchen: the minute you start soliciting me for "pics," you're outta here.

Dressed for Success

Today, I decided to make myself a little more presentable for class, hoping that if I looked better, I would also learn better.  Instead of wearing a jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie like I do every other day, I wore jeans, a polo shirt, and a sweater.  I know, I'm basically a grown-up.  Well, I didn't feel any smarter than I usually do, so it's back to the old getup starting Wednesday (I have to dress in "professional attire" tomorrow to present the patient that I interviewed last week to my POM mentor).

And now, for your entertainment: