I miss the cold

Back when it was below zero outside, there weren't any thugs hanging around the path to the med school parking lot, heckling everyone that walked by. It was just too damn cold.

Not anymore.

So these high school yo-yos with nothing better to do were yelling at everyone who walked by, trying to get attention to compensate for not having had a father or something.

They were yelling out "chet"??? or something to the arab guy walking 20 or so paces ahead of me, trying to rile him up, but he wouldn't bite.

This total fatass guy walks by the other way, and they start yelling "hey fatass... can I get sum bacon offa yo' back? ... hey fatass!"

Now I'm not gonna sit here and pretend I don't crack fat jokes. But not to people's faces, man... that's just mean.

So now it's my turn, and I'm trying to figure out how to handle the situation. I would totally fight them, but that would mean putting my million dollar future chest-implanting plastic surgery hands at risk. Well, that plus the fact that I can't fight for shit. I guess I don't really know that for a fact.. it could be my brother's are both world class wrestlers... that my winless childhood fight record against them and my dad's belt is nothing to be ashamed of... but I'm not sure I want to test this theory out on the streets.

So I decide to pretend to fidget with my backpack straps, look straight ahead and avoid all eye contact.

I start executing my plan and one of them yells out... "Hey! Jackie Chan!!!"

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Jackie Chan?!?!?!

LOL!

Jackie Chan must be working out more these days. I had to admit that made me laugh. So I looked up, nodded "sup", smiled and walked away.

In retrospect, I found myself wishing I had made a funny kung-fu pose, made them laugh, and then we could've chatted it up and been homies for life. I could've taken them under my wing, mentored their poor souls, gotten them off of the streets and encouraged them to go to medical school and be successful in life.

Kind of sad, really...

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oh my god i have so much to study...

but then back to cali for a week! wooohoooo!

Brrrrrrrrr

I just read roothie's blog and it inspired me to post again.



Spring is almost here and i realized i never posted some of the pictures of my adventures here in siberia. You know you're used to being miserable when the weather report says 27 degrees and you find yourself thinking, it's gonna be a damn fine day outside. There was a stretch of about a week and a half where it was forcasted to "feel like" below zeros every day.



Secretly i'm kind of sad. The cold is a bitch, but i really really like snow. People here don't seem to like it but if it's gonna be freezing outside anyway it might as well be pretty. Plus you can just brush that shit off of your car no problem.



Sleet on the other hand is a different story. We've had sleet twice i think, including the night I posted about specialties (below), which ended up being the state's worst ice storm in the last 30 years or so.



I got up in the morning with a bottle of hot water thinking i was slick but after ten minutes of scraping I couldn't even get my door to open. Instead I went to work on my neighbor's car with 2 friends and the THREE of us spent 45 minutes and 5 or 6 gallon jugs of hot water getting all of his windows free:






Trees everywhere were collapsed because of the weight of the ice. In my complex we drove by a brand new beemer with a smashed roof because half of a tree fell on it. It was pretty funny, actually.



When I got home I didn't go anywhere for an entire weekend which was a HUGE mistake. When I finally decided to go out for supplies I found that the additional snow plus sunlight had turned a manageable windshield problem into a solid block of ice a good inch and half thick.






The side windows are actually clean because the ice fell off under weight of it's own gravity. Miraculously the rear window ice came off cleanly in one 50 pound sheet.
What my windshield looked like after 20 minutes of chipping with my plastic ice-scraper:






The same windshield with a sexy model I found to pose for me:






Hot water wasn't working because the water froze under the ice faster than i could chip away and made the problem worse. So I went back upstairs and came back with the big guns:






Eventually I gave up on the hammer-chisel combo and just started wailing away with the hammer (both ends). I'm honestly surprised i didn't crack my windshield. Here's what it looked like after a good 40 minutes of hammering and scraping:






At this point I said fuck it and gave up completely. I drove around with half a windshield for nearly a week until that damned thing came off. Let me tell you it is really freaking scary making right turns with half of your view blocked off.



I hope you all appreciate those pictures because I froze my damn fingers off trying to take those shots.



Some other random winter pics.......



Me looking retarded trying to sneak up on someone in a snowball fight.






California dorks post snowball fight






Getting myself barred from doing peds.






Contemplating the meaning of life while my balls crawl up into my kidneys.






The view getting pulled down the mountain on a sled after breaking my coccyx at sugar bowl:






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(Gay) Song of the week:
Kath Bloom - Come Here