Check - In

This is for the self-exploration and attention-whoring of an MD/PhD student at UIC. I like Neuroscience, soccer, poetry and music. --------------------------------------------------This Blog was inspired by a service trip to a psychiatric facility for troubled youths. They Checked In and Out before and after group sessions, stating how they felt. The forced introspection made me realize the power of emotion and the benefits of defining them. Ask yourself how you feel, and if you don't like it, try to change it --------------------------------------------------------------------------Below is an often-updated playlist of what I'm listening to. Welcome.

[anormaux]

[gdaymer]

is that butter

[ibnuprofen-deactivated20141007]

no it’s stonehenge

[polidics-deactivated20190402]

I can’t believe it’s not butter

[chill-oh]

I’m so done with this site

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

It's going to be really awkward when I have to submit my work to the Nobel Committee and it's in 4 arbitrary colors

[superhanallah]

5 Stages of Suhoor

[superhanallah]

Memento

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

Oh my god so good

[whatshouldwecallgradschool]

WHEN I READ A PAPER THAT MAKES NO SENSE

[humansofnewyork]

"Three thousand years ago I had a disagreement with Zeus about the Trojan War, and he’s been harassing me ever since." “You were alive three thousand years ago?” “All of us were.”

[queenopheliacat-blog]

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

Music Mondays are only getting better

[drakesnewfriends]

Another one of Drake’s new friend Ellen Degeneres cause it’s too good not to post. Even Ellen love our shit

[thoughtcatalog]

19 Cryptic Text Messages And What They ACTUALLY Mean

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

"Lol." You’re not laughing out loud. In fact, your facial expression probably hasn’t even changed slightly.

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

I've listened to this song about 15 times already today...

[whatshouldwecallgradschool]

WHEN I'M THE ONLY ONE ENJOYING A TALK

credit: epicshenanigansattheirfinest

[skrreeeeaaaaaamps]

Ready for the next Gameday

[deathology]

reblog if you want anonymous or not opinions of you

[gq]

Nick Saban: The Scariest Man in College Football

Few men in sports make a better villain than the unsmiling, unsparing, unstoppable coach of the back-to-back national champion Alabama Crimson Tide. Warren St. John spent three weeks on Nick Saban's trail—and a couple of days in his face—on a mission to find the soul of the scariest man in college football:

I’ve been in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, all of twenty minutes when I hear my first Nick Saban-is-a-maniac story.

I’m in the office of a man named Steven Rumsey, who rents apartments to students and runs a trash-hauling company. He’s also an ace golfer. Tuscaloosa being a small town, Saban, a golf-addicted transplant, got hooked up with Rumsey, a golf-addicted local, and in the afternoons outside of football and recruiting seasons, the two men like to knock out eighteen holes before dark. Rumsey has likely spent more time with Saban than anyone besides family and assistant coaches since Saban came to Alabama and, I will learn during my time in Tuscaloosa, is one of the few people in town who isn’t terrified of the man.

The story is this: A few days after Alabama beat LSU to win the 2012 national championship, Rumsey and Saban were on the phone together. Most of their conversations take place precisely between 7:12 A.M. and 7:17 A.M., when Saban calls as he drives to work. But this call happened to be in the afternoon. The two men almost never discuss football—Rumsey is the rare Tuscaloosan who doesn’t know or care much about the game, which, he suspects, has something to do with why he and Saban have become friends. But given that his golf buddy had just won the national championship, Rumsey figured he ought to say a few words of congratulations. So he did, telling Saban his team had pulled off an impressive win.

"That damn game cost me a week of recruiting," Saban grumbled into the phone.

Read the full story at GQ.com.

[humansofnewyork]

"Young children are in direct contact with reality. They experience the world through their senses. But as people grow older, we start thinking too much, and we form an ‘idea of reality.’ We lose contact with reality itself, because reality isn’t an idea… it’s reality. Luckily there’s LSD."

[humansofnewyork]

"I had this idea that I was going to change the world: racial justice, peace on earth, things like that. I went to every anti-war march there was. But I’m pretty sure that I didn’t budge society an inch. So now I just sit in the park and watch the little tots walk by. They’re so cute. Oh dear, look at that one!"