I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice

My friend Chris has put up an alternate likeness of me on his blog, which looks like one of those "If They Mated" things from Conan O'Brien between me and the guy from Digital Underground. Aaaaaaack. I'll not be having any of that. But you can see for yourself:

Harry Carey glasses, nose that's big like a pickle, and a mustache that doesn't curl up at the ends quite as much as my real mustache. Nice try Chris.

Chris, by the way, called the other day to check on me - which was nice, but I suspect someone from my church put a bug in his ear. See, last Sunday was my church's homecoming, and I spent some time talking to my ex-Sunday School teacher (aunt of Chris) about how I really like school, but I cry every day and I'm super-stressed, and I have to study all the time and I can't believe my grades thus far. But I don't mind a bug being planted, if there was one - it's really nice to know that people care. :-)

I had gross anatomy test #2 yesterday - the thorax ("I am the Thorax, I speak for the trees!" was my first thought when I got my packet of notes.) I have no clue how I did. I think the purpose of medical school is to make you constantly doubt yourself. Lots of fun, that.

Now I'm off to use words that don't mean nuttin, like "looptid". Half of this post won't make any sense if you don't remember "The Humpty Dance" by Digital Underground - a song that I've had in my head for most of the day. Thanks a LOT, Chris. I thought we were FRIENDS. I thought you were me with a Y chromosome. Sheesh.