Voluntary Madness

Still watching Supernatural. It's fun. ^____^ Though I'm not quite sure there really is a need to resort to sledge hammers where punchlines are concerned, but hey. I loved the Reaper episode. It had a grim reaper, hurting!Dean (*dies of cute*) and Blue Oyster Cult playing in the background. Goodies! One of the main reasons I liked that episode was, of course, the Reaper, but also the distinct lack of "Enter The Current Allegory* for Our Screwed (sic!) Up Family Relations, Stage Left".

No smirking. *grins*

* cause they sure ain't metaphors anymore.

So. In the spirit of the season (knowledge of Rituale Romanum helpful, but hopefully not required):

( Despite the Creepy Factor )

Now I know for sure why I never considered becoming a doctor. Had the nicest meeting with a friend who's just about to start her second year in medical school, and- Let me tell you, it's as bad as they say. Firstly, I'm not being in memorizing department. Oh sure, I can learn poems, definitions, formulas, even random pages of a book really quick (yay for my memory!), but I hate it. Just physically hate it. Memorizing is stupid. That's one.

Number two would be, I would thrown up if anyone tried showing me an actual arm of an actual person. Yes, the arm/leg/head alone. Skinned. Or cut in half (in case of the head).

Never, ever would consider med school.

( The Rituale Romanum, part 4 )

Well, I think I am happier with this fic now. I didn't get as far as with the previous version, but I'm quite happy with it. And yes, the guest star appearance is a poke for a certain someone. *grins*

 

( hmm... )