football champs

congrats to the guys on the med school flag football team on winning the intramural championship this year. we had a good run and good fun doing it. the last game may not have been the prettiest one that we played, but it got the job done. i think many would agree with me that the team we played in the semi's [miffers] was probably the best team we played, but nonetheless, we did what we needed to when we had to do it. it sure was awesome to see everyone involved and contribute to the many fortunate wins this year. hopefully this will continue in times to come...

birthday...

be it two days late and a two-dollar-bill short, i still wanted to wish a happy birthday upon my sister, Arynn. she is my little mur, a [still little] girl that i have grown so fond of throughout the years. one of my only regrets [though we should tend to live without them] is that i left for college when she was 6 years old. in doing so, today as she turns 15, i realize that i have missed the majority of her life, her growing up and the path to her BECOMING an adult. by becoming, i mean that she is in no way close to actualy being an adult, which includes not even being in the same city as the ballpark to which would be in the vicinity of being said adult. however, i tis a process, nonetheless, in much the same way that when one is born they are in the process of becoming an adult. i think that this infant is the one thing to which there is a farther journey to adulthood than that of my sister. adulthood is a fleeting etherial concept in the realm to which the becoming of arynn has yet to grasp and experince. it is a sign on the side of the road which she has not passed, the exit that is a few miles off that does not quite seem to ever come. in her pursuit these past years, i continue my journey and still feel like that exit ramp on the highway of life that has adulthood has not been reached... to which it would be nice to finally get to... at least for a pit stop, some refueling and maybe doughnuts and coffee. alas, as arynn becomes, arynn is. she is my 'little little sister', or so i tell people. i miss the fact that i have missed so much of her growing up to this point, and have a feeling that this is just how it is and is going to be. for when she goes to college, i will still be a resident with one year to go. as disheartening as they may or may not be, i wonder and ponder often where she will end up for college... as i wound up staying where i went for 9 years [at least... and it could be more; who knows?] so, on this day, two days removed in the retrospective sense, i wish upon her a happy happy birthday... to that oh yes i do... and a happy happy birthday from a loving brother in hopes that we will continue to allow our relationship as brother and sister to grow with her [and my] ever-changing ways.
love you mur,
bro

dump truck...

this week has not been all that exciting... not much going on, just busy with work and trying to get myself to feel better. i came down with some kind of sickness earlier this week and it sure has dragged every last bit of energy out of my system. the days are spent trying to muster up enough strength to get through a work shift at this point without having to take any days off to make up later. at the same time, this results in a state where my mind is zombified and studying does not occur for my up and coming exam. it is this that then stresses me out, which makes me feel "worser". this is one of my new favoritest words... i can't even tell you how many people i have seen in the last few weeks that use the word 'worser' as part of their normal vocab. it cracks me up... because i will say 'so you feel worse?' only to get the reply 'yeah, worser that before'... or something along those lines. so, i too feel worser than i did yesterday, which was worser than the day before. it has been a down hill journey [which down hills usually get easier, so maybe it has been an up hill battle] this week with another new symptom being added each day. what an exciting grab bag of physical crap! i feel like a dump truck traeling down that hill [or up it] picking up the garbage at each driveway along the way... one stop for each day with a new piece of an as yet unknown bodily production or ache added to the pile. well, this dump truck needs to get the the freakin' land fill soon, let me tell you, because i definately need to offload all that bad human humor that is packed into my essence at this time. diesel is my fuel, grease to my gears not have, hydrolics do i possess, material do i compact and awkward do i appear, yet nonetheless, i must carry/drive on, finish my route and unload whenever i can, when i can. until then, please please please... recycle!
-g

football times...

So the old men and I went galavanting around trying to show some youngins that we are in some kind of shape [as my roommate says, round is a perfectly good shape - go Ben]. Anywho, we had our pseudo-first playoff game for intramural football tonight. I say pseudofirst because the first playoff game that we had was a no show by the other team, thus leading to the 'situation' of this evenings sporting event extravaganza.
It was a glorious battle of quazi-athleticism and so-so physical abilities on both sides of the ball, and yet, in the end, the med school team arose victorious one more time. I hope that we have a good year in the playoffs [won tonight 20-0] and hopefully make it pretty far... mostly because I enjoy getting the chance to run around and compete a little bit in some sort of organized athletics.
Attached is a pic of the boys on the team
Top L-->R = Brandon, Jason, Robbie, Furman, Garry
Bottom L-->R = Tommy, Nick, Adam, Chris
We are the crew that is 'Palpate This'...
so go ahead and palpate us if you feel like... but i wouldn't suggest such an act or you may get trounced!
love y'all
-G

grandma...

I forgot to mention...

Happy Birthday Grandma!

I love you.

-Gar

blur...

So, this last week is kind of a blur... there seems to have been so much going on, but when I stop to think about what things I have actually done, I feel that I come up empty handed at times.

Halloween came and left and now that Step 2 CS is out of the way I am free to focus on other important things... which is part of the issue; there is always something else. When one goal is completed or one objective task has been seen through to the end, there is another tast or object that is in the works, in the midst of action or needing to be started. Currently there is some research that I am working on and other stuff that I even need to start, no to mention write a speech for tomorrow night [oh WTF am I going to talk about?]. Work gets in the mix, which is fun, but is really going to throw my sleep schedule off until Saturday.

Although I have nto mentioned this yet to her, I am curious what April is doing this weekend and if she and Rory have any plans as I was thinking about coming to visit them. I feel the need, many times, to just get away... however I know that wish or desire will be coming true rather soon with interview season right around the corner as things are starting to line [or should i say pile] up.

At times this makes me feel lost, like there is this spiriling vortex that is med school graduation and I feel ill-prepared for the uncontrolled and convoluted journey, to a destination that is set... and yet what is beyond that drain, that void, that hole that sucks me in, is an unforseen abyss... a void of which my mind's eye has not yet seen the light of. I do not know how close I must come to that vorage before it becomes remotely clear so as to show even a blur or blip of a glimpse of what next year and my future holds.

And yet, I suppose that I am not alone... I am sure that there are many others similar going through that same feeling... not everyone in med school, but some. Some seem to have things better hashed out than others, have more of a definitive idea as to what they want to do and where they want to do it. At times I am envious of that... and yet at other times, I am glad that I do not feeled shackled down to a certain area, be if field or location.

In rambling on about such thoughts and events, I have come to realize that yet again , I procrastinate... what better to do tomorrow that which you could have done today! Not the way to live, but a way nonetheless.

Alas, I am off, the find a picture... a picture locked behind a door of time, the key to which can only be found in a chest of hearts that can be bought at a most inconspicuous little shop on the side of the road; the road which leads to, the twighlight zone...