Remembering my childhood

The other day Keith and I were having our usual Seinfeld-esque conversation on the way home from school, and we landed on the topic of childhood toys. Come to find out, we both had some of the coolest toys ever made: Starcom. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you've already failed at life. I still have all my Starcom toys securely stored in my parents' attic, so if someday you feel like filling that dark hole in your heart, I'll let you play with them. Maybe.
Anyway, I found this article today that perfectly articulates every feeling I ever had about Starcom, and it may be able to explain their majesty to you:

http://www.digitalmonkeybox.com/starcom.htm

Goin' home

Yesterday was a miracle. As I sat at home, loathing the fact that I have to study, I heard the rush of angels' wings. As I looked up, I saw the heavens open and the Lord standing with the Golden Driller, real trees, and a QuikTrip cup. He spake unto me, saying "Josh, cometh home. I shall forsake thee in the land of the heathens no longer. Thou shalt come the place of My dwelling, and thou shalt learn medicine in My embrace. And lo, thou shalt no longer pay for food, parking, or books, for thou shalt receive such blessings in the lands I have prepared for you."
And so, after six years of exile, I am finally coming home. Home to streets and highways that make sense. Home to cheap drink summers at QT. Home to trees and hills. Home to good restaurants with good food. Home to days without obscene wind. Home to life away from SNU. Home even farther away from Zach Herbert.

Honesty screws you every time

Today I had a mock interview with a fake patient at medical school. I left out one little section of a half hour interview. I remembered this section literally two steps out of the door at the end of the interview, and cracked up because, well, that's the story of my life. Anyway, when I come back in for the fake patient to tell me how I did, I start off by admitting my error and telling her this whole story of remembering just a little too late.
"Oh, thank you," she says, "I had just given you full credit, but I'll make sure to mark that down and change it."
Being a "good Christian" or just being stupid? Sometimes the line just can't be drawn.

Home again

After an unbelievable Christmas, we're finally home. There really is nothing like coming home after a long vacation in Tulsa/Oregon. Oh wait, there is- stepping in dog crap. I hate Oklahoma City.

And I'm sick.

All I want for Christmas

Having just witnessed the near catastrophe that was Transformers, the best Christmas present anyone could give me is to be able to sucker punch Michael Bay. To explain why, I will give a brief synopsis of every Michael Bay film:
1)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects
2)an hour of extremely lame dialogue interspersed with absolutely obscene product placement
3)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects
4)an hour of extremely lame dialogue interspersed with absolutely obscene product placement
5)An enormous and amazing action sequence with incredible special effects, coupled with a five minute pathetic attempt to tie up all loose ends.

Now, let me clarify that tears of joy did stream down my face when Optimus Prime skewered a Decepticon's face with his sword. And what boy who grew up in the late 80's/ early 90's doesn't nearly wet himself when he hears that familiar transforming sound. These and the promises of Autobot City and Starscream's survival made the film a draw for me, but only just barely.

...DARY!

The Christmas cards went out today! Only a few short days before their glory will make you rethink the way you live your life.

Calm before the storm

Today was one of those overcast and cool days when that heavy fog is almost, but not quite, a mist and when that persistent Oklahoma wind is still for once. I live for these days. I seriously wake up every morning and hope that it's like this outside. And yet, when this day comes, I can't go outside and enjoy it. Instead, I sit huddled and unkempt in my room, poring over virology and pharmacology. In those brief moments when I am able to venture outside, I just stand, dumbfounded, like someone on the coast who can only sit and watch while a hurricane blows in. I know that after tonight it will be almost a week before I get a full night's sleep, stop that incessant flow of caffeine into my body, or do anything other than stare at endless medical jargon. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I still hate test block week.