tomorrow is the cadaver lab. i'm currently coloring in my breathing mechanism diagram. yum. red for the diaphragm, yellow for the ribs, yellow-green for the costal cartilage ( Read more... )

aww.
leif's a good neighbor. :D
he brings me spring rolls and donuts and i teach him the ways of the TIGARRUU MASUTAAA.

i disabled the comments feature.
stop fighting.

this just in:
fifty one people (and a community) have "tounges" listed as an interest.

tongue!!

i don't even CARE to bitch about my morning.
all i have to say is that i fucking missed the dhc concert again.

i don't know how to react.

i don't know where this is going.
i'm almost afraid to ask.
do i have the right to?
do i even want to know?
but if it's bad, i'll end up blaming myself.

is it fun?
hurt my feelings.
make me cry.
and it's my fault.

being confused makes me want to cry.

why do you have to keep me a secret?

i don't know if this should make me laugh or make me cry.
do i hurt or do i celebrate?

making you hurt doesn't make me feel good; i don't know why making me hurt seems to make you feel so good.
i felt so much stronger when i didn't let people know.