You’d think there’s no need to list that alcohol use is a contraindication for all these CNS-targetting drugs (or any drug, really) because duh, why would you subject yourself to that, but during the Great Bacterial Infection of 2013 where I had to take amoxicillin for ten days (and actually had to bring my prescription to class, in which we were incidentally learning about infections and antimicrobials, because of Strict Dose Intervals), I did look up if there’s some sort of interaction between alcohol and beta-lactams because it was my birthday and I had dinner plans which obviously involved beer. And I mean I’m still alive. So.
Huh, I was going to write this rant/ story on Twitter but I figured I would get rambly and excited and rambly, which like…no. But! IDK my Twitter is private so People wouldn’t really see these nonsensical things. But also more people I know in real life follow me on there and I think with exams season, I kind of reached their vapidity tolerance threshold or maybe even went way beyond it (not that I’m ever witty outside of inside jokes I have with myself which, if you ask me, are pretty damn clever (obviously), nor do I have things to say beyond Anger and Frustration about the news and Life in general) and truly, I wonder why people even follow me ANYWHERE. Probably for entertainment, someone so idiotic she doesn’t know it = comedy gold.
But I digress. There really is a story I wanted to tell, before I got carried away.
So my friends and I kind of peer-pressured S into taking the Pottermore Sorting Quiz (because it is law, it seems, for anyone who have even the tiniest interest toward the franchise to find out what their house is) and I was quite insistent about it, if only for the fact that these two other friends were Slytherins and I, the Ravenclaw, was being othered (it’s because I do not believe I deserve to be in that house and truly, the amount of self-interest I have in my thumb is enough to get me into Slytherin, but apparently it makes sense which, okay, it feeds my ego quite well (if I’m perceived even half as clever as Luna Lovegood, I’ll take it)) and I’d been hoping for a companion (jokingly, someone I could sleep in the Great Hall with because I wouldn’t be able to get into the Ravenclaw dormitories because I couldn’t answer the eagle’s riddle) ((I was about to say I don’t know any other Ravenclaws IRL but I do! Not a Close Friend really I’m afraid, but this person whom I met about three years ago is such an inspiration to me and is such a wonderful person in general. Thank you for existing!)). Anyway, S got sorted into Hufflepuff (cue me commenting: hey when I took this non-Pottermore quiz the other day I totally got sorted into Hufflepuff, friend replies: but that doesn’t count!) and it does make sense, the sweetheart.
It’s a moment alright! None of us were particularly enamoured with Gryffindor (although as a teenager, I had my fair share of adoration towards crimson and gold…which oddly, now, screams Lannister to me) and all of us were particularly interested in reading the Hufflepuff welcome letter (since none of us ever got to read it). It seemed like Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws have some sort of feud and that letter highlights perhaps the most Ravenclaw things I see in myself (aka the most Slytherin things as per Lucius Malfoy), and yeah okay it seems like I do belong in the tower. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to be in Hufflepuff then, what with their cozy common room right next to the kitchens and that cute Helga Hufflepuff tapping for a password certainly beats having to answer a bloody riddle.
It is odd, to be thinking a lot about this, especially with final exams coming. And honestly, I still can’t wrap my head around the logistics of the Harry Potter universe (though admittedly, I haven’t been actively trying to understand it beyond its supposed morals) but the validation and even the community that comes from Being Sorted is so, so fascinating to me (certainly more than neuroanatomy (no, okay, not really)) and well, I might just knit myself a Ravenclaw scarf because winter has come.
how after years of longing for,
tell if they were
Reblogging this because even though I distinctly remember carefully folding that graphing sheet just a little over a year ago (so that I might cut it and put it on The Notebook; I didn’t but at least I got this post out of it?) I cannot remember why exactly.
That’s my breath/ breathing pattern! I forget what that test is called but basically you inhale as much air as you can and then exhale as much short breaths as you can.
Dude a masters degree looks really appealing right now (currently looking at Waterloo for engineering and UofT for biochem) but at the moment I don’t really have reasons other than THAT LOOKS SO COOL I WANT IN and I DON’T WANT TO WORK YET
I’m assuming a lot of things here, that my marks and CV would be good enough, that I’d get stipend, that I’d somehow be able to afford living expenses … here we go.