Negating my existence

*rolls up sleeves*

Okay. Time to get back into the hang of this blogging thing. Seriously. Posting twice a month is not enough for me to expect to retain the readers I HAVE, the majority of whom are close personal friends of mine in real life and feel obligated. Not blogging is tantamount to negating my own existence.

But...really...does anyone want to read about the minutiae of my day-to-day life?

"I woke up this morning shortly after 7:00 a.m., but proceeded to hit the snooze button until 8:30. Answerboy and I were fully awake by 7:45, but spent some time chatting and ignoring the fact that we had to get up. Finally, I got out of bed, got dressed, put on makeup, noticed that I'm running low on mascara, and made a mental note to buy some more. I bundled up for the cold weather outside and ran for the bus stop, making it in time for the 9:23 bus. This got me to school in time for 9:30 class, which was the first class of the day. Normally we have an 8:30 class, but we didn't today for some reason. I haven't been to school since Tuesday, so I felt kind of victorious for making it. We had a review of hypoxemia, followed by 2 hours of weekly case wrap-up. We discussed a case of an older smoker with squamous cell carcinoma and a young woman with diffuse alveolar hemmorhage secondary to cocaine abuse. Between classes, I stood in a 10-minute long line for Tim Hortons to purchase a chocolate-chip muffin. It was good. During class, I spent equal amounts of time paying attention, talking to the people around me, and staring absently around the room thinking about God knows what. After class, I went to the computer lab and faffed around on the internet for awhile, visiting gmail, facebook, school e-mail, various friends' blogs, gofugyourself.com, and xkcd comics. I wrote back to Kyasuriin with great excitement regarding Neil Gaiman's sushi pillows, and forwarded the link to Juliet. Finally, Answerboy came into the lab, and I convinced him to come with me to the food court to get lunch. He had a hamburger combo at Harvey's and I had an order of poutine, which I've been having weird cravings for ever since we got back from Montreal. After that, he had to get back to afternoon class, and I was free to go home. Normally on Fridays I have clinical methods, but this week our preceptor can't make it, so we've rescheduled it. I was going to take the bus home, but in the end I just said "screw it" and walked the way I usually do. It wasn't as cold as it was this morning. I listened to my nonPod on the way home. The soundtrack, from computer lab to apartment door:
Tori Amos' cover of "A Case of You";
Vienna Teng, "Feather Moon";
No Doubt, "Spiderwebs";
Alanis Morissette, "Ironic" (the acoustic version);
Aimee Mann, "Save Me";
Tori Amos, "Sugar" (I skipped this song, because I swear my nonPod has a predilection for it and I've heard it like 5 times this week);
Goo Goo Dolls, "Name" .
Once I got back to the apartment building and let myself in, I looked down and noticed that my boots and jean cuffs were covered in snow, as they usually are walking around these days. I wondered 1) what the rate of snow dissolution could tell me about the temperature of the building and what equation would describe that, and 2) how the image of white snow melting into invisible water before I reached my apartment door could function as an image in a poem about the nature of loss. I also wondered if there was a limit to my dorkiness. Then I decided to compound my dorkiness with pretentiousness by blogging about it."

And that, people, is the kind of day it's been so far. Not BAD, by any stretch of the imagination, but bloody boring to read about.

So that's not going to do as a blogging style at ALL.

*sigh*

~isolde

P.S. I really do want those sushi pillows.

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