trust your spidey sense.

I was totally grossed out this holiday. When I say 'totally', I mean it in the way a mall brat means it. Totally! As I fulfilled my duty as a holiday bum should, I overindulged on all that was considered food. One particular item I enjoyed were a seemingly limitless supply of pistachio nuts. I swear that bowl kept on replenishing its self. Do pistachios reproduce? Maybe I finally have proof that Spontaneous Generation does kick Darwin in the ass. Anyway, I stuffed my face as one does with pistachios. No one who likes pistachios slows down. Its all shell and pop, baby. As I grabbed the next victim, I sensed a disturbance in the force. Something slowed my hand and doubted the purity of the upcoming morsel. From the shell, it looked normal, ugly, like all pistachios. When I shelled it, my spidey sense instructed me to turn it over and BAM! AHHHHH! A fat worm was embedded in it! How many worms have I eaten in my pistachio days!?! Why is my love for food constantly being tested!?! I am a very wary pistachio enthusiast now. The pistachio magic of "shell and pop" is gone. I now inspect each one with stringent quality control. This once pistachio optimist has been reduced to a pistachio pessimist.

now that's a break!

The holidays were good. So good. Feelin good, feelin fine. Now back to reality right? School has descended upon me like the grim reaper during quota time at the end of the month. But, this also means that I shall look to blogging for venting med school displeasure and also to provide the occasional fits of updates. Keep posted for wicked fun and amusing horrors from wacky holiday capers to mishaps of the mundane!