People. It’s Happy Meal Thursday.
The McDonald’s on 52nd and Keystone has $1.99 Happy Meals all day Thursday-Saturday. Today we didn’t get one whole happy meal though (okay I admit it, we all get two of them–but we get apple dippers instead of fries for one of them!) because we were foolish and they handed us a random bag that we assumed was the 6th happy meal. Anyway. That aside.
Let’s critique the toys.
They’re doing Littlest Pet Shop for girls and … Baby Justice League or something for boys. Last week I got a rockin’ sheepies bobblehead. This week we got creepy baby bird bobble heads. Don’t they know baby birds aren’t cute?!
Okay so. As usual, boy toys win. We got Robin riding a motorcycle that shoots missiles, and 2 Batmans (not Batmen) that have wings that shoot out when you push his chest. Last week we got …Manta Ray or something. His eyes light up red. I distinctly remember when the Butler v. Wisconsin team got close, we all grabbed our Manta Rays and pointed them at the TV. Bad juju for Wisconsin. It worked.
Thank you Manta Ray. Or Man Ray from Spongebob. whichever. I’m not concerned because on Happy Meal Thursday you can misname superheroes.
I’ve been having one of those weeks where things have piled up and beaten me down so hard that even the tiniest thing like forgetting my key to get back into my apartment is enough to feel like my humanity is threatened. I don’t know what it is about having so many assignments thrown at us in one week–I used to do way more homework in high school, let’s be honest.
But you sort of wonder what the point of an assignment is when you have to write a 2-5 page paper about what you ate 3 weeks ago. In detail. During the week when we have a term paper due and a pass/fail blood pressure assessment. And that’s not even the fun part. How about a “read this book by Monday” assignment, given to us on Wednesday?
NOT TO MENTION IT SNOWED.
Aaaanyway, I’m just glad it’s Thursday, and I’m glad the worst of the week is over, and I am also glad that TMZ reported on Blue II so he’s officially famous. The Reds won on Opening Day, and it’s Happy Meal night in the apartment. Things are looking up.
I’m just operating under the assumption that all of this bad luck is being channeled toward campus and not at the basketball team.
What was once a vast hall of Butler collectibles and one-of-a-kind expensive yoga pants with “Butler” on the derriere has now become a place of violence and greed. Obstacles are laced throughout the well-worn path from Starbucks to Atherton and C Club.
It is nearly impossible for me to get my daily quesadilla.
People are flocking to get their Butler gear for the game this weekend!! Did you hear that we may or may not be in the FINAL FOUR?! (the F did not want to participate in that hotlink.) We’re so excited!! I’m super jealous of everyone who’s able to go to Houston. Bring back a winner, okay?
After the game Saturday, everyone poured into West Hampton Drive to celebrate. We were there for all of the action.
Everyone has 800 pictures of them with the bulldog statue. We decided to make it 801.
Watch the game Saturday! I’m going to try not to strain my vocal cords screaming. I will probably be unsuccessful.
Hi Internet! I apologize for my long absence. I could write 100 blog entries about what I’ve been doing, the clusters I’ve taken, the Butler basketball victories obtained, the new phones I’ve acquired.
Instead I’m going to talk about my unfathomable love with Mexican food.
So C Club has lots of different things to grab for lunch, and I have been addicted to their quesadillas for about four years now. They have a huge spread of everything imaginable that you can pile precariously onto a quesadilla (and other things like salads and wraps–but those aren’t Mexican). I have mastered the cheese, chicken, jalapenos, green peppers, and lettuce quesadilla. If I could eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I would.
On any given day, if you ask me what I want to eat, 9 out of 10 times I will tell you I want tacos. Or burritos. Or nachos. I just love Mexican food. I like Chipotle, I like Qdoba, and I especially enjoy slightly mediocre Mexican food, like a certain franchise in Cincinnati that I will spare from mentioning. But you can’t get mad at a restaurant for neglecting to season anything when they give you free chips and salsa.
So anyway, I’m very grateful to have a campus option for Mexican. Although I must say–freshman year, Atherton Union had a chicken tortilla soup that was off the hook. I don’t think they’ve had it since though. Has anyone seen it??
I made hand lotion in dosage forms lab today!
I’m basically ready to be hired at Bath and Body Works. Well, not really. Not so much into that end of retail.
So this hand lotion was really fun to make with the exception of having to do a bunch of calculations beforehand. Basically, you heat up your ingredients and stir them together. It’s so simple! It was a little weird when we first divided out the lotion, it was really liquidy. It looked exactly like milk.
We were able to add fragrances and color to our lotions. I chose a fanciful mixture of eucalyptus, jasmine, grapefruit, lavender, and clove. It’s… eclectic.
My lab partner and I also discovered that adding one drop of red dye made our lotions look a little less like lotion and more like strawberry milk. Or bubblegum cough syrup. I doubt it tastes like either of those. The lotion solidified quite a bit on the walk home so it looks more like lotion and less edible.
I haven’t been able to try it yet, but I’m hoping my formula will be bought up quickly by Bath and Body Works because I clearly have a gift for making lotion.
Perks that come with living in the Apartment Village?
Great views? Yes.
But also! FREE STUFF.
The AV hosts faculty dinners a few times a year! All you do is sign up and you’re set to go on a fabulously free dinner where you can chat with faculty members from different colleges and other people who live in the AV. Last weekend, the roomies and I went to see The Diary of Anne Frank at the IRT downtown. It was great. Everyone cried.
Then we went to Buca di Beppo! It was a fantastic evening.
The AV also took us to see a midnight showing of Twilight: … New Moon? Was it that one? Whatever. It was hilariously mediocre and I giggled the entire time. I’ve also going to PF Changs and Rock Bottom Brewery all for free!
It’s a great opportunity to get out with new people. Transportation is provided, so you’re either on a school bus or in a giant passenger van. All result in good times.
Here’s what’s going on.
You guys are probably doing something different, but I’m going to go to lab, two classes, and case conference. THEN, at 5 PM, there’s a huge cardio class going on in the HRC. It’s totally free and there will be a DJ kicking tunes so you can kick inactivity’s butt. At 6:30 at the HRC, PAWS is going to hand out free Spring Break Packs! Stop by and get one!
At 7 PM, my roommate Ashley is performing in the Vagina Monologues in the Reilly Room. I’m not sure what my excitement level should be for it because I know Ashley’s monologue is a huge downer and the rest of it seems to be designed to be uncomfortable. BUT YAY ASHLEY’S PERFORMING!
Listen, sometimes I just don’t have relevant pictures to show you. Sometimes I just want to post guinea pigs in top hats.
Every week at the beginning of case conference, we have a 10 point quiz on the case topic.
Last semester, I studied like a champ for all of these quizzes. I averaged averagely on them. It was a little frustrating. This semester has been different. I have had weeks where I put the pedal to the metal and study, then some weeks I go “Well, quiz, yours will be the lowest score dropped at the end of the semester.” Those quizzes are the ones I have done the best on.
It’s some sort of strange long-term memory phenomenon. For some reason I recognize/guess correct answers better when I haven’t crammed for the quiz right before. Something weird is going on with that.
Right now, therapeutics 2 is diving heavily into cardiovascular problems. As mentioned before, I find these boring.
This week we’re doing atrial fibrillation. “What’s that?” you ask. WELL. LET ME TELL YOU.
It’s when your heart cells decide that going with the flow and contracting in unison is so passe. They want to do something different. They want to do something the heart cells have probably never heard of. They want to be Hipster Ariel.
So these hipster cells, as I call them, decide to beat and contract whenever they see fit. This causes your heart to contract in different places and different times–what scientists call “willy nilly.”
It’s kind of cool and dangerous and exotic and trendy. But it’s also really confusing to treat. One therapy is to just shock the patient. That’s right. Dr. McSteamy shouts CLEAR and throws shocky pads on you. It’s a little more laid back than that, I guess. But the best part is that if it doesn’t work, you can “do it as many times as the patient will let you.” Awesome.
Sooo that is for the quiz tomorrow. I’d like to pretend that I can blow it off and get a 100% like a did last week, but I don’t think “shock the patient as many times as they let you” will be a viable option for every quiz question.
Back to the grind.
Since we last spoke, I got a job!
I am now a pharmacy technician at Marsh. Hooray having a viable income! I’ve worked two short shifts this week and, so far, it’s actually been fun. The pharmacist and the other tech like to prank each other, and then we talked about Wedding Sundays on WeTV (I am the only female in the pharmacy).
Oh, we filled some scripts too.
I guess my biggest beef so far is that they wrap packaging tape around the vial labels. I am really bad at getting tape to rip off of the dispenser, and I am also bummed that all of my nail polish is going to get ripped off.
I’m just glad to have a job where I can get some hours in but not feel too overwhelmed by showing up all the time. Marsh pharmacy closes at 7 PM so I’m not stuck there late on weeknights.
Aaanyway. I better find something good to spend my new coin on. Saving is for squares.
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Last week, if you saw anyone from the P2 class, you were probably wondering why we were all wearing bandaids on our fingers.
The answer? The Diabetes Patient Assignment!!
For 5 days, we all had to live the life of a diabetic. We checked our blood sugar 4 times a day (ow), maintained a strict regimen of diet and exercise, and we also blogged about it (so much blogging!). Anyway I made a video about my adventures in diabetes. I spent two hours editing it. I should be ashamed to say that, but I did.
So what does it all mean?
Yesterday at work (yes, work–more on this later), a customer approached asking about blood glucose meters. I jumped on it. I told him that I had just done an assignment where I had to use blood glucose meters, and that it really wasn’t that bad. He was really concerned that it was going to hurt and that he would have to deal with needles all the time, but I assured him that I’m just as much of a wuss about those things and I thought it was totally fine!
Luckily the customer was very intent on monitoring his blood glucose in order to solve his metabolism problems, so he bought the meter and seemed really happy that I had some insight for him. Yaaaay applicable school assignments!