DC was awesome.
Seeing all the friends I haven't seen in forever and making new ones was great.
Hearing about the regional conference in MAINE, I felt the need to sign up for it immediately.
It's both just another place to add to my facebook "Where I've Been" map, and so much more than that.
So, the president of my AMSA club is doing research in a third world country right now; therefore, I have to plan a huge conference by myself...maybe I can do it?
Wish me luck.

I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire

So...
I had planned to be single this summer
but fate just felt the need to fuck with me.

My good friend's cousin took a liking to me
and the feeling was reciprocated.

Just got back from the first official date
and it was flattering and cute how nervous he was

I noticed him grasping for words that would impress me
but that doesn't really matter to me

He was so adorably awkward
and he thinks I'm a saint (so far from truth)

I don't know what can come of this
because I'm leaving for school in a month

But we are taking a gamble
on what can happen until then...

Running From Lions Never Felt Like Such a Mistake

I am soo excited for the Warped Tour. I publicized the Music Saves Lives blood donation incentives on the Freakonomics blog (http://www.freakonomics.com/blog/2007/07/06/the-freakest-links-smaller-homes-free-burritos-and-the-price-of-death-edition/).
In other news, yesterday I saw situs inversus up close and personal. Situs inversus is a very rare condition (less than 1 in 10,000 people are afflicted with it) in which the internal organs swap sides and mirror "normal" setup of the organs. There are no real complications with the disease, except that it makes diagnosis harder when doctors don't realize one has the disease (appendicitis on the left?). It can also make organ transplantation more difficult because the surgeon has to rechannel the bodies major arteries and veins.
Sure, the situs inversus I saw was in a crackwhore whose lungs were as black as a long-time coal miner's, but it was really cool that I had seen it when many practicing physicians never have. This is just one more thing to add to my article I'm writing for my college's newspaper.

Summer's in the sky. Oh why, oh why would I want to be anywhere else?

Fourth of July tomorrow.
Bought Warped Tour tickets.
Excited for ALL TIME LOW.

Work is going well.
I have somewhat mastered sewing up the bodies.
My favorite autopsy technician (who gives everyone he likes nicknames) called me "the professor" today.
It has a nice ring to it :-).

Don't ask about boys
because I have nothing to say in that department.
I'll probably become an All Time Low groupie; I don't have to work much more this summer.

I'm going to DC soon! So exciting, it's too bad I'm only there for a few very busy days.

Tongue-tied and Oh, So Squeamish

Formaldehyde shields so perfectly the pungency of the scent of death
I don't how how one can get used to it
So used to it that one can detach from a person being real
Slicing brains and hearts like slicing bread with a thick butcher's knife

Entering the room, looking around, eyes wide
like I walked in onto the set of a horror film
featuring corrupt doctors harvesting black market organs
for a quick buck

They may not be corrupt,
but they are desensitized.
Do I blame them,
having to chop up bodies everyday?

Using a bone saw like a dentist with his drill
Going back to make sure the ribs can pop off easily enough
like one looking to clean out a cavity.

They don't have to care about the brain and it's integrity when
they have to get through a half inch thick skull
They get bored when they only have 8 autopsies in a day
Bring on 20
it is as meanial to them as shelving books.

Images revisit my brain on the long drive home
of pools of blood
those left inside the body cavity
duodenal fluid leaking into the cavity
mixing with the blood
curdling
I move, can't see this

I hate running the bowel......