A little old, but JK Rowling's Harvard Commencement Speech

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Every once in a while, I have to tell myself: "Don't ask whether you can or you can't; ask yourself if you want."

In my ongoing quest to become a vaguely competent doctor, I decided that I really need some help with the ophthalmoscope. For those of you who are unfamiliar with it, it's a little handheld flashlight thing that doctors (and I) use to look at your eyes, and get so uncomfortably close to your face so that I can molest your face with my tongue. Just kidding. Awkwaard.

Anyways, who better to ask than my mom, the eye doctor? So, onwards to....

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY ADVENTURE!

“I need you to be the guinea pig.” Mom said to Dad, “I need to teach Jenny how to use the ophthalmoscope so she won't look stupid.”

“It's for my career.” I added helpfully.

My father reluctantly agreed, and so today, we went to my mom's clinic together. “This is my father's day present for Jenny,” He said, wearing the banana republic shirt I got for him, “I'm donating my body to science.”

It went along fine, with me being expectedly horrid, and with my mom getting annoyed by the minute.

As if it wasn't enough to have my mom giving me commands, halfway through, my father (not a doctor) decided that it was father's day, and on father's day, he gets to be a doctor too. “You're holding it wrong,” “You're pointing it at the wrong place,” and, my favorite, “I bet I can do this better than Jenny can. Maybe I should go to medical school.”

And,

Mom: Wow, I didn't expect you to be this bad at it.

Afterwards...

My dad, as a joke, put an eyepatch on to scare my brother. “Jenny was so bad that she poked my eye out and now I'm blind.”

Mom: “Your father made a noble sacrifice, because there is no way I'm letting Jenny touch any of my patients.”

Happy father's day, everyone!

Hajime no Ippo - New Challenger - Opening ( NEW ) HD

I'm a total geek, so I like these things. New favorite theme song for a while:

Thanks Dad. :) I know what I have to do now.

I'm pretty sure my dad and I are carbon copies sometimes.

Also...

"yeah, you know, we're friends. So lean on me and shit. You know?"

Starting to get into X-men

Bummed X-men the animated series (the one from the 90s) off of Sam. And now I'm really really getting into it.

But the more I watch it, I'm like... if I were a mutant. I'd be a bad guy. That way I can be tormented and emo.

I'm not gunna lie.... I'm pretty happy about my impulse buy:


It has a really sad gash on one of the legs though :(. I'm hoping I can get that replaced if I complain and bitch enough to the manufacturer.

I'm playing some really really easy songs on it, cause I haven't played in like... 9 years. Literally. I started when I was 6 (? maybe?), but quit when I was 15. Mrow. I didn't practice, cause I was caught up in the RAGING HORMONES OF YOUTH. Or, I was just lazy. Probably a little of both.

And now that I spent money buying this thing, I'll be forced to play it... at the very least out of guilt.

yay guilt.

In the Mood for Love quote:

"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did? They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."

Before I fall asleep, emo movie marathon watch I have prepared for myself upon my return to SF. For those of you who don't know, I absolutely love movies about dysfunctional relationships... It's more relatable to me. Ha.

1. Annie Hall - my annual ritual and homage to relationships that don't work out.

2. Happy Together - not really

3. Chasing Amy - haven't seen it in years.

4. Brokeback - maybe? I liked the movie, but never was terribly into it.

Any recommendations?

Just finished reading The Alchemist on the airplane back from NYC. Now if only I knew what my Personal Legend is.

The book is about following your dreams (or fulfilling your Personal Legend), but a significant portion of the book deals with all the failures and "no's" and fears that built up so much in our lives. Because of those fears, we stash away that dream to the corners of our minds until we don't even know what we dream about anymore.

Now enough about Paulo Coehlo, let's talk about me. Mememememe.

Hey, my blog, my fucking rules.

While I was in the Museum of Natural History, I saw a whole bunch of art students in the animal diorama section (that's what you call them right? Dioramas?). And each one of them was intently drawing a herd of elephants. All in black and white. And for reasons I couldn't really explain, I felt happy that these were people who were following their dreams. Now, I know that's based on a lot of assumptions, but I have to believe that there are people out there who are being true to themselves. Mostly because I don't know if I'm being true to myself.

Am I really following my dreams? For that matter, do I know what my dreams are? I'm terrified that becoming a doctor won't be everything that I had imagined it to be, and that every day will be the same as the day before, and that the magic that I felt when I first started medical school will fizz out. I'm afraid that being a doctor will become "just be a job" when I'm old, and I'm afraid that maybe one day when I'm older, I'll realize that this wasn't my dream and that my heart was always somewhere else, but I didn't know it.


Also, I was rereading Volume 4 of Flight, and reading Kazu Kibuishi's "The Window Maker", and I'm struck by this quote (said by Mr. Emery, the window maker): "A long time ago, I had a realization, that no matter where I am, I will always be the same person. Being a teacher or a doctor wouldn't change much. Only my title. That I would want to teach or heal -- I think that's what's important. And I can do both those things right here in this building. With the windows. So I've been here more than fifty years and I still have more to do before I'm done with the place." And I feel that maybe that's true too, that it doesn't matter what my job is, but rather who I am, and what I do.

Anyways, go read The Alchemist. And while you're at it, check out boltcity.com too and look at Kazu Kibuishi's work (and Copper, too. That's the comic that's on my door, for anyone's who's been to my apartment).

Not emo, just pensive.

Why am I still 15 years old?

I gotta stop this stupid shit.

Time to take a good look in the mirror.

I just spent 30 minutes reading RuPaul's auto-biography.

I better get back to work.