I think it's time to call it a night

So I'm studying for Friday's anatomy exam on the lower limb (which, incidentally, is so full of muscles and not much else that it makes me think that God ran out of vessels and nerves and stuff by the time He got to the lower limb, so He just threw in a bunch of muscles.) Anyway, my brain just shortened "femoral artery" to "fartery", which made me giggle for at least five minutes (since I'm 12) as did this sentence from Clinical Anatomy Made Ridiculously Simple:

The toes simply aren't used enough to warrant long, powerful extensors and flexors that originate from the femur. The fingers, though, require excellent extensor and flexor movements; these muscles originate as far away as the humerus.

Flexors and extensors that originate from the FEMUR. Haaaaaaaa.

Yes, it's definitely time to go to bed.

Scott stopped by on his way home because I used the Dial-a-Hug-and-a-Prayer hotline (okay, I called his lab today) and he gave me a hug and prayed with me and ate some of my food, and I feel much better than I did 24 hours ago. Goodnight, y'all.

A Family Guy clip, with a schtick-filled doctor, an inexplicable horse and a rhinoceros that doesn't love you anymore

Haaaaaaa. This particular part of last night's Family Guy episode, Fat Guy Strangler, cracked me right up. It could have been because I have had almost no quality sleep in the past few days (it's the whole worrying about finals, etc., and all of that.) Or, it could have been because it was just funny.

I love the Griffin's family doctor, even if he doesn't know how to pronounce "Kim Basinger". Download the mpeg here, and right-click and "save as" as always. And then laugh! Laugh, I say!

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It's a Wonderful Penal Colony, and an open letter to unfortunate cover artists

You know what I do sometimes? Sometimes, I confuse Frank Capra with Franz Kafka. And they are not the same AT ALL. I didn't even realize my confusion until I was watching I Love the Holidays on VH1 earlier today. So thank you, VH1. Thank you for bringing me to this realization.

Dear Gary Allan,
You have done a seriously screwed-up cover of Best I Ever Had, which is one of my favorite songs (see yonder sidebar for confirmation, as well as an mp3 of the Vertical Horizon version. Oh, let's be wild and crazy - I'll just link the mp3 here too. Right-click and "save as", please. You too, Gary Allan. It would be good for you to hear the better version.) Anyway, Gary Allan, your version is just the opposite of good, my friend. You've just twanged the heck out of it. And I think you should go ahead and apologize to Vertical Horizon - and me, too. You should definitely apologize to me. You could join Jessica Simpson, who is still supposed to be apologizing to Robbie Williams for the horrid cover of Angels. Ack. Well, Gary Allan, I have to go. Don't be mad.
Love, Kim

I have a bunch of stuff to say - complaints/happy things/revelations about school, comments on pop culture matters, an account of a photography session with a 4-year-old that involves a deceptively non-screwed up camera and a lack of muffins, and a bunch of other random thoughts.

HOWEVER.

Anytime I feel like forming a coherent thought, I feel guilty if I'm not using that time to read some of the information that I'll be expected to know momentarily.

Sigh.

Don't give up on me, o ye few but faithful readers - my last final is December 9th, and I hope to make an acceptable number of posts between then and the first part of January, when I delve into neuroanatomy.

Also, I've been uploading mp3s to accompany my list of favorite songs in yonder sidebar - it's a slow process, as I've been at home (not at my apartment) and therefore limited to dialup since Tuesday. But I love home, much more than I love my cable modem. :-) So they're there, if you want to download.

One more thing - if any of you are prayerful folk, I could use some prayers for the next couple of weeks - I feel like I have a huge weight sitting on top of my head. But I am so blessed to be where I am - so very blessed.

That is all.

I finally hooked up my TV tuner to my laptop! Yaaaaaay!

So, I've had a Dell Inspiron 9300 with Windows Media Center since August, but I hadn't had a chance to set up the TV tuner part of it until last week. I've been busy, y'all. It seems that either things have let up just a tad at school, or maybe I've just figured out how to manage my time and/or how to study more efficiently, because I have more time lately for very happy things like naps. And TV. And my grades are still good-ish.

Like I said a couple of weeks ago, I love the new NBC show My Name is Earl. It's just a wonderful parody of the redneck lifestyle, and I adore it. And in that same post, I promised to share some Earl with my few-but-faithful readers. The problem is, this week's episode had so much good stuff that I just had to upload the entire episode. So it's somewhere around 650MB, but it's the whole Ruined Joy's Wedding episode, sans commercials. I also uploaded the episode of The Office that followed (Performance Review, also 650MB or so) which is a great show too. I'm sorry that the files are so huge, but decreasing the file size also decreases the quality, obviously.

Here are the mpeg links - please right-click and "save target as" to save my bandwidth. If you do not right-click and "save as", I will be forced to hunt you down and give you a lecture on the fat-filled ischiorectal fossa. Consider yourself warned.

My Name Is Earl - Ruined Joy's Wedding (airdate - 11/15/2005)

The Office - Performance Review (airdate 11/15/2005)

Also, I fixed my ridiculously organized playlists in yonder sidebar - apparently, when I switched hosts I had to change my file permissions. Thanks for pointing that out, ribbiticus!

And I think that's all I have to offer today.

A giant debacle.

Well, the abdomen/pelvis anatomy test is over, and that's about the best thing I can say about it. Oh, except for the review questions that were from the head and neck section - by the time I got to #100 and saw a question regarding ocular movements, I almost cried with relief. But the rest of it? I read through my notes on the abdomen & pelvis multiple times (and the notes are given to us, so it's not like I took incomplete notes or anything) and I have no earthly idea whether I even passed the written part of the exam or not. Arrrrrrrghhh! Even if I had studied for 67 more hours, I don't think it would have made a difference. The questions were just tricky, and I don't think they will give an accurate idea of who knew the material and who didn't. Argh, argh, argh. I feel the time I spent studying was completely wasted, because I would have done the same either way. The lab portion was okay, though. Maybe that will help me keep my head above water as far as my grade goes.

I'm just really frustrated right now. Boo. But it does make me feel a little better to know that several of my classmates (the ones I talked to afterwards, anyway) felt the same way. I have a feeling the class average on this exam is going to be much lower than what we're used to.

29, 28, 27 ...

Okay, so - 29 days from now, I will have finished my last final for the semester. On one hand, woohoo. But on the other hand, here's what gets crammed into those 29 days (presented in a bulleted list, just because I can.)

• A clinical skills exam
• A biochem quiz
• Two anatomy lab practicals
• Two anatomy lecture exams
• A cell biology exam
• An Intro to Patient Care final exam
• A comprehensive anatomy exam (eeeeeeeeek!)
• and a comprehensive biochem exam (see previous eeeeeeeeeek!)

So, if you know me in real life, you'll probably not see me for awhile. Because I have a bunch of information to cram into my head, which currently is killing me. I feel like my brain is going to explode through my frontal bone. Probably just a tension headache, because I'm starting to freak out just a tad. It doesn't help that I'm totally mentally exhausted.

It must be a common thing, because over at The Berry Patch (my new favorite blog, btw - written by a 1st year medical student in Tel Aviv, who entertains the heck out of me) there's talk of Post Test Traumatic Disorder, a completely fake illness that I am convinced that I have. When every test feels like a final, it's really hard to just pick up and keep studying immediately after you finish a huge exam on 170 pages of notes. You know? And you can only take a break that lasts, oh, an hour, before you concentrate on the next gigantic pile of notes that you have to memorize verbatim.

Granted, in those 29 days, I only have actual class on something like 10 of them. And I get three class-less days during the week of Thanksgiving. Yaaaaaaay! I'm just afraid I'm losing my motivation as I'm nearing the end, especially since my grades are all satisfactory now. They're not all what I would consider good, but they're satisfactory. And when I say something like that, I have to say something like this:

Unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto Him be glory. (Ephesians 3:20, 21)

Thank You, Lord - thank You. I can't do anything without Him.

In other news, remember Frisco? He tested positive for Feline Leukemia back in the summer, and after we had him neutered in early October, he has not been the same - it's like the virus is affecting him neurologically. Bless his little heart. He doesn't feel like playing, he'll hardly eat, and he kind of just sits and stares - we only found him a few months ago, but Mom and Dad and I are all so sad about it. I just hate to see suffering when there's nothing I can do. He doesn't even feel like playing with Sophie and Oliver when I take them home with me (on the weekends that I can go home) and they used to have such a ball together. Poor little guy.

Now I'm off to have some lunch with Scott. Lately I've been neglecting him, so today we decided to meet for lunch. I hope he remembers what I look like. And I hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of my food. Or in the middle of a sentence.

Until later, y'all. Post a comment, say something motivating. Maybe it'll help.

My second post that deals with the name "Earl" within two weeks. Which is kind of weird.

Okay, so I can't wait for My Name is Earl to appear on DVD so I can spend money on it. Entertains the living heck out of me, is what it does. In addition to writing that is funny, the characters are just so loveable, Jason Lee in particular. I have a feeling that Earl without Jason Lee would be like 24 without Kiefer. And we all know how I feel about keeping Kiefer on 24 - because 24 without Kiefer would be like, 2. And two is almost zero, which is nothing. But anyway, I digress. And I will continue to digress, because in finding that Kiefer link on Internet Movie Database, I noticed that Kiefer happens to be "nm0000662", which made me wonder who was important enough to be "nm0000001". So I changed the URL. And it's Fred Astaire, in case your curiosity was also piqued - it would be rude of me not to tell you something as important as that.

Back to Earl - every episode has some quotes that are really gems, and I love that. I would kindly share these with you in the form of clips, if I could ever find time to hook up my TV tuner to my laptop - and that hinges on my professors, who won't seem to stop giving us a test every five minutes. Speaking of that, I should study biochem now. And by study biochem, I mean watch The Office. (I really don't watch as much TV as it sounds like I watch - I just always blog about TV for some reason. And also people named Earl. But I usually watch TV with my notes on my lap - don't worry, Dad!)