Random things I feel I ought to mention.

Damn you and your beautiful face, Zachary Quinto. Generally, I keep my geekiness quiet. By geekiness, I mean I'm a closet Trekkie with a very problematic Spock crush. In the words of a Wikipedian, "Quinto brings a bit more chill to the character [than Nimoy]." I like my men half Vulcan and chilly. I've spent the past couple of days doing a Star Trek original series marathon. Ergo, I turn up to morning lectures looking like death.

Anyways, let's talk about less important things. I recently picked up my copy of Robbins & Cotran's Pathologic Basis of Disease. Yes, it was bloody expensive but good god, the book is genius. Not to mention heavy. (Have I mentioned my theory that book quality is directly proportional to metric mass?) I've already uploaded it to my Elsevier Saunders online library (because we all love hoarding and collecting things) but at the end of the day, book is lighter than bricky laptop. It looks quite funny sticking out of my bag. Some students have ripped out the spine and loosened the sheets so as to only carry the relevant readings about. It's smart, but it's also sacrilege.

Forgot to mention; our annual Med Revue was a few weeks ago. Was very terrible. I was falling asleep and left during the intermission with some meddies from a different school to go eat Indian food. The skits were centred around first years faking orgasms. Not kidding. Incidentally, a bunch of Conservative Looking Asian Parents were watching in the backrow. I assume they were there to cheer on their seriously over-coddled spawn. How awkward. I mean, why would you want your parents to see that?

It's 4:22am. I'm going to start on some anatomy. Coffee number three, LET'S GO.