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Last day in Moscow

Total re-addiction to OK Cupid = accomplished.

Oh, and here’s the route for the next six days:

 

Wednesday: Moscow, ID to Bozeman, MT (~450 miles)
Thursday:
Bozeman, MT to Rapid City, SD (~460 miles)

Friday: MOUNT RUSHMORE, OMFG (PRESIDENTS!)
Saturday: Rapid City, SD to Rochester, MN (~575 miles)
Sunday: Rochester, MN to Kalamazoo, MI (~494 miles)
Monday: Kalamazoo, MI to London, ON (~266 miles)

Dear Moscow Family Medicine:

Are you incapable of hiring a competent physician? I’d need the fingers on both of my hands, the toes on both of my feet, and about seven octopi in order to count the number of times you guys have screwed things up. And I’m not even a difficult case, medically. Sure, I’ve had my (many) ER visits, but that doesn’t excuse the ridiculously ineffectual “family physician” visits I’ve had over the year (and the THREE EEGs it took to get a good pic of my brain activity).

Ugh.

So here are a few easy-to-implement suggestions for the doctors, eh?

1. Spend more than five minutes with your patient. Yearly physicals tend to involve more than “how are you feeling? Good? Okay, see you next year.”

2. Along the same line, don’t be in such a rush that you get angry with a patient if they don’t change into the little examination gown thingy fast enough (and by “fast enough” you mean in under 30 seconds flat).

3. Raising your eyebrows incredulously when a patient says they’re not sexually active? Inappropriate.

4. Order a blood work to be done when you need it to be done. Don’t waste your patient’s time by going over LAST YEAR’S BLOOD WORK RESULTS. They don’t need to know that their health was perfect 12 months ago.

5. Finally, when a patient says a procedure hurts, STOP SAID PROCEDURE.

 

Fucking Gritman.

“Citizen SNIIIIIIIPS!”

YAY, I’m in Moscow again!

So the first thing my mom and I did was go to WinCo to get groceries for the time we’re here.
A standard packet of shredded cheese cost $2.49
$2.49.
You can’t buy a head of lettuce for that price in Vancouver. WHAT.

So I bought two bags of groceries and it all cost less than $40. One bag up north usually costs $50 or $60.

Well, anyway, I’m back. We all need to hang out.

 

 

Today’s song: Warp 1.9 (feat. Steve Aoki) by The Bloody Beetroots

WOOO USA

HI PEOPLE!

I have returned to the states and am now sitting in my dad’s basement.
We totally need to do something fun while I’m back.
Sorry this is short, it was a long ride down here.

 

Today’s song: Kids (MGMT cover) by The Kooks

Appropriately, my summer begins today

Sort of. I’m still technically “enrolled” in my thesis, so I still should be doing research.

Which I am.

What joy.

But at least there are no more classes until September, so I’m FREE FROM CAMPUS! I’m coming back to Moscow on Sunday. Be prepared.

I also had an exceptionally strange dream last night. I can’t really say much about it except for the fact that it involved a lot of whipped cream, nudity, and swimming pools.

That is all.

 

Today’s song: Jukebox (Radio Edit) [Feat. Nicco] by WaWa

 

If night falls in a forest and a tree is still standing, does it cast a shadow?

Oh goodness, Thackeray’s Vanity Fair is hilarious. It’s putting me in the mood for NaNo, which is both good and bad, ‘cause right now I have far too much calculus to do to have any free time to write, which is bad, but it’s also making me think of new ideas, which is good.

Yeah.

Anyway.

So here is a list of things we need to do while I’m back in Moscow:

  • Rock Band party
  • Drunken party of insane fun (you all know what I’m talking about) in my basement. This time you’ll all need to stay the night, ‘cause I want to drink, too. This could be combined with Rock Band party easily.
  • Go on a mini road trip. Because mini road trips are great.
  • Screw around in the park.
  • Screw around in Shari’s.
  • Get naked (could be combined with any/all of the above).
  • Drag show (I’m assuming I’ll be there for Pride).

Sound fun? I think so. I miss you weirdos.

 

Today’s song: Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood by Santa Esmeralda

Throngs of Thongs!

Hahaha, so noodle night tonight reminded me of an incident last Friday that I forgot to blog about.

So.

We (Aaron, Lanky, and I) were driving down Jackson to go to Mongolian BBQ (as per usual on Fridays).

We stopped at the light at 6th street and we saw this group of young runners crossing the street. I figured it was the high school track team practicing.

Then we see this guy running with them.

Who was naked.

Except for a thong.

Everybody in the running group seemed pretty cool with it, as did the thong guy, who just jogged across the street like there was nothing unusual going on.

We were going to follow him, but they ran behind the silos, so we just laughed.

Mr. Gorbachev, first put your pants back on, then we’ll talk about the wall, okay?

Yeah. So by now, you’ve probably heard about the shootings that happened here. It’s pretty late at night when I’m typing this up, and from what I’ve heard (or not heard, I guess) everyone I know in Moscow’s okay, so if you’re not from here and are wondering, there ya go.

I feel the mood must be lightened.