Intellectually Frustrated

2002-08-25T08:36:00.000-07:00

I know. I'm blogging. Wonders never cease.

Actually, the only reason I'm here is that I'm about to leave the houseto allez to Shivs. We're all going on a summer holiday to Majorca, and two weeks in the sun is going to be happening for us, baby! Can't wait..

The only real concern I have is that my suitcase is a *little* too heavy. I'm not sure if this is going to be the case, it's a Wait and See situation.

I'm bored of blogger now, and since I'm sure noone really cares, I'm going to go and listen to some cheesy pop. Au Revoir, and see y'all in a fortnight!

2002-07-28T12:37:00.000-07:00

Riiiiight. So I've been a little removed from things for a while, but I'm back with lots to say.

First up: Working, in Whitecraigs Nursing Home as a Care Assisstant. It was what I was looking for, and although the pay is terrible, the experience is great, and the staff for the most part are genuinely friendly and supportive. There are (of course) a few exceptions, and although I'll no doubt get into that later, it's not important right now.

For those amongst you who wish to know what a Care Assisstant is/does, here goes. We're responsible for the non-nursing duties involved in maintaining the welfare and wellbeing of residents. In other words, dressing, washing, bathing, feeding, putting to bed etc. You get the general gist of things. Another way of putting it is that we're the ones who end the day smelling of urine and faeces. Yay!

Anyways. I do enjoy it - which is important at the best of times. And like I said, I'm learning shitloads including a variety of medically related things ranging from disorders of the elderly to the insertion of catheters

Anyways, on to nicer topics.
Less than a month til the holiday, and I'm so ready to go right now. Except from the fact I've not bought clothes yet, and don't even possess a suitable suitcase. Also, the tickets don't arrive for another couple of weeks. Still, when the time comes I will be more than ready.
Fancy doing some shopping tomorrow, am hopefully meeting Lesley and Shiv in town for a coffee and then a browse - Next Sale, I hear you cry! - although I'm not sure if poor Les can get the day off work yet. Spent two Saturdays ago in Carluke at the infamous G-Spot. It's not quite the Hamilton Palace, but it's getting there.

And in more recent news, Kate won Big Brother, which I was very happy about. Us Fishwives celebrated in style with chinese and a bottle of wine and then crashed out on Shiv's sofa bed. There's nothing like the feeling you get in the morning when Di's stolen all the covers.

2002-07-07T04:16:00.000-07:00

I don't understand how I've managed to get from last Monday to this Sunday without blogging once. Some things are beyond even me!

Have had a relatively busy few days which comes of doing very little. Shiv had a little plane trouble with BA, so I phoned up yesterday and (fingers crossed) sorted that all out. I also managed to get Frole upgraded with an exra 128Mb of RAM yesterday by sheer dumb luck, and he's now a speedy little buggar. All at the bargain price of £35!

Last night la famile et Gran went to Sarti's for dinner in celebration of her 82nd birthday. I wonder what it feels like to have had 82 birthdays? Anyways, the food was great but the service was terrible, which was a bit of a letdown. Ne'ermind. Afterwards I hit The Shack (twice in one week??) with Wilma, Natalie and their friend Sarah. Tha Shack's a bit weird. Up until just after midnight the music is fairly neddy, and afterwards it gradually gets more and more cheesy. Talent was...OK.Seen better, seen worse. A big advantage was the severe lack in all parties pertaining to St. Ninian's High School.

Off now to run Gran home to Greenock, and then begin some mental preparation for the week ahead, when: Parents leave for Crete, have two job interviews, Shiv comes home - All things which I am looking foward to for once!

2002-07-01T14:48:00.000-07:00

I go out with Giblet every so often, and remember why she's such good fun when drunk. Last night was a laugh, even if we didn't all end up in the same club post-double vodkas. And for anyone who's keeping count, Giblet pulled. Some Sainbury's guy in a leather jacket who wasn't entirely unattractive but didn't really set hearts a-flutter.

Di is back home again, so we met up for a quick lunch in town today which was fun. I restrained myself and bought nothing although a few items caught my eye, including a pair of *fabulous* purple trainers. Oh how I long for paid employment! Speaking of money, my mobile bill call through and I've pushed the £20 mark. How is that possible in a month? Especially when I get god-alone-knows how many minutes of free calls apparently both on and off peak. The real killer is the shitloads of text messages which I send. And to think genie.co.uk have cut my freebies down to 100 a month. How will I cope?!?!

Am taking Frole into creative computing tomorrow to see about shoving a little more RAM into the wee soul. He's a bit slow in his old age, and his mummy asked me to see about upgrading. I also stuck a new 40Gb hard drive in my own computer in order to put all of the Kazaa files (all 1500 of them) onto it, thus freeing up my old hard drive for important things like essays etc. But so far it's not formatting and causing me a few headaches. Remind me never to work with computers (in addition to children and animals.)

2002-06-30T05:42:00.000-07:00

There's lots going on today, and as ever I'm sat in front of a computer for the most part of it. Although today there is a reason for that, which makes a welcome change.

I'm still unemployed, which is a little bit of an irritation, mainly because my idea of having a good time on holiday doesn't include a £500 overdraft. I keep telling myself that something will come up, but I guess I'll have to wait and see. Spoke to Mo on the phone last night - she wants me to come down to stay with her and Kevin for a bit, clean their house and clear out the garage etc. She'll pay me of course, and it'd be a fantastic chance to see more of London - I've not been down for about 4 years. Still, I don't know how I feel about taking money from members of my family. And if I was down there she'd be providing my food and board, so I really shouldn't be taking it off them anyways.

But nevermind. Anyway, I'm installing a card on the PC that will let me watch TV on the darned thing. No, it wasn't my idea, it was one of father's brilliant, fleeting thoughts that I should have a PC TV. Software not being his forte I'm left here attempting to install 523 different drivers and attach an appropriate aerial, all so that I can watch some TV in my bedroom. Yay. He means well, but that doesn't stop him from being a technological pain in the arse.

Shiv has skeedaddled off the Canada for a couple of weeks to see family, and Di is still in St. Andies, so it's pretty much me and Wilma. We hit the Shed with Gemma on Friday night, and I have to admit I had a ball. The club itself is lovely, and the clientel are a welcome change from the Garage. The men are older and sleazier however - can't win 'em all.

2002-06-22T13:41:00.000-07:00

It's been some time since I last put pen to paper (metaphorically speaking) and a hell of a lot of stuff has happened since then. Some of it I can talk about, and some of it I can't. Suffice it to say I've had one of the weirdest couple of weeks I will ever have.

I'd like to say everything is back to normal, but I'd be lying. Been thinking a lot about Sunset Song this past week, how everything changes except the land and all, and have come to the conclusion that the Gibbon man (and consequently McTurk) was right. Everything changes. Anyways, far be it for me to become all philosophical, it's not my style.

Results out on Monday, and I'm the last of the four of us to run this particular gauntlet. That gauntlet being the "If-I-fail-they-won't-let-me-sod-off-to-Majorca-for-two-weeks" one, which really, really sucks. Agh.

Oh, Shit. I've missed Pride and Prejudice. I've missed Colin Firth in a wet shirt {shudder}. Damn it. Remind me to borrow them from Wilma-ha later.
Right I'm off to do something productive. Give my love to the fishes.

2002-06-12T16:33:00.000-07:00

Oh, and Thank You Shivvy, who bought be a copy of "Endgame". I don't care what anyone say. I LOVED that show. And the finale rocked.

But I am fickle in my obsessions, and have moved on to bigger and better things. Namely Harry Potter. Saw the trailer for CoS today and got very excited. Roll on November.

2002-06-12T16:31:00.000-07:00

Friggin' typical. It's 23 minutes past midnight, I have an exam at 9am tomorrow that lasts for 24 hours and I can't sleep.

I'm putting it down to not getting up until shortly before 1pm today, which I'm proud of. I could certainly rival BB's Spencer in a "who can sleep the longest" contest. Hell, it's not like I can study for this tomorrow, so it's not a great problem.

So, Tuesdays exams were...OK. They were hard, but I didn't expect any different from Glasgow University's wonderful Medical Faculty. Paper 1 was mainly anatomy, and paper 2 was a free-for-all which included reproductive stuff and some heart disease. Yay, I hear you cry. Still, it's done now and if I've managed to fuck it up there's not much I can do about it.

Had a lovely day today, which included lunch (and later some West Wing watching) with Shiv, and a nice wander through Braehead. Although I didn't manage to get Di a present. Damn it, how can she be so difficult to buy for!! (Only kidding honey, if you by chance read this...)

2002-06-05T15:41:00.000-07:00

I've found the best thing ever.

Whilst drudging my weary bones through anaphylaxis on one of my professors websites, I came across a link called "Take A Break". In an effort to procrastinate, I followed the link and came across this.

Isn't that great? In the midst of Medical Mayhem, a little ray of quotation sunlight. Yay!
And so keeping with the Medical Theme which my life has adopted at the minute, here's a nice wee one:

"The microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all.
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope"
Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

Hilaire Belloc is my hero.

2002-06-04T12:18:00.000-07:00

I think I can officially say I've not been this exhausted since I sat my highers. I had completely forgotten the feeling of sheer hopelessness that exams bring out in me, and I think I've spent most of today complaining to Shiv about how bored I am. If you're reading this - sorry sweetie, it's not intentional.

Am going out at 9pm to celebrate the end of Lin's teenage years. Although I won't be drinking, or staying later than midnight I'm looking forward to getting out of the house. I think that's a key factor in my descent into madness.

Watched a little of the Queen's Jubilee celebrations last night. It looked like a lot of fun. Somewhere in the region of 1,000,000 people came to London today for the big finale carnival type thing. Wow, I would have loved to have been there.
I'm fairly (in?)famous for being pro-monarchy. I love the Queen.
And Hell, she's got to be better than any alternative. A Republic? I think not. The last thing this country needs in more meddling politicians.

I've been listening to the "Little Shop of Horrors" soundtrack today, which is fabulous. I've heard a rumour that LSoH is the musical the faculty want to put on in October. Wouldn't that be great? I get myself very excited about little things.

Have now moved onto Nora Jones' single. Someone remind me to buy that album once I have the time and the money.

2002-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, go over to Shiv's and congratulate her for finishing first year without getting kicked out or dying! (dare I say of boredom or overwork?). Seriously though, kudos to little Shivvy who is the first of the fishwives to complete a year of University. I think it's saying something that I will be the last...

2002-05-26T14:45:00.000-07:00

Just watched ER. Mark's dead. I'm more upset than I thought I would be.

And is it just me, or was there a bit of a Susan/Romano vibe? Eugh.

2002-05-26T04:57:00.000-07:00

Last night was fun, if a little odd in parts. Laura seemed to enjoy herself though, which at the end of the day is what matters. Oh, and there was a little excitement as someone had brick put through their face, and the police were called. All in a night's work at Motherwell F.C.

We all ended up at Hamilton Palace which is possibly the most hilarious club I've ever been to in my life. Think red velour carpets, think lights and mirrors up the walls, think cages, think girls in white trousers and you've got it. I set a new record: was in there for literally 2 minutes when a 40-something guy started hitting on me. Yay for me and the type of men that I attract. Shudder. Ned clubs are fine up until the point you think it's likely someone is going to stab you.

Had a strange celebrity experience, actually - Tam Cowan was in the Palace, with some girl about half his age. And so I put this to you know - If I'm still wanting to go clubbing past the age of 30, please put me out of my misery.

Me, Christine and Malcolm drove home and as Christine had fallen asleep, Malcolm and I had a long drawn out conversation about why he split up with Gail. I guess she's more fucked up than I realised. His objection was that he didn't want to be her punching bag after only having known her for a couple of months and so they broke up. Hmmm. Interesting. Still, it did reiterate a little of what I've always said - Hutchie boys are nowhere near as bad as those from St. Als.

Both Shivvy and Wilma had an exam yesterday (on a Saturday, for Christ's Sake!) so well done to them both for managing through the day without flaking (which is what I would have done). I will now return to the hard grind (!) that is my life and live to blog another day.

2002-05-25T03:29:00.000-07:00

See what Care Bear you are.

So this is what I've been doing instead of the dreaded S word. Thought it was appropriate considering Care Bear *is* one of my many nicknames (Thanks to my Dad. Who doesn't seem to realise that I'm not 10 anymore).

Thanks to Cat for the link.

2002-05-21T15:51:00.000-07:00

HTML is enough to make a grown man cry

I'm experimenting. Ignore me.

2002-05-21T15:50:00.000-07:00

If my blog had one of those "Mood" selectors, for right now it would have to be "contemplative".

I was wondering. In 50 years time when I'm hitting 70, will I know how to work a computer? Will I remember that when I was in my late teens I wrote a blog? Will I think that all the time I spent messing about on the internet could have been used more productively in quiet meditation, or in the hunt for a husband?

Like I said, I'm feeling contemplative. I've only been out of the house once today, and that was to find my way to the Diabetic Clinic at Gartnaval so that when I'm still half asleep and driving there at 8am tomorrow, I won't have to do much thinking. Too much time in the house drives me crazy, but I couldn't think of anything else to do.

James has Higher Physics tomorrow, and I think the nerves are showing a little. I complain about being the middle child, but I always had the advantage of being the most directed out of the three of us. I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew what I had to do to get it. Jim knows that he wants to work with computers, but that's about it. I don't know if he feels like decisions are being made for him, but if there's one piece of advice I'd give him it's not to listen to what anyone else says. No matter how much they say they've got your best interests at heart, no one person is completely self-less. Sometimes I wonder if Laura made that mistake.
I love my Dad. And I appreciate that he doesn't want us to grow up the way he did, but he has to realise that we're bloody well old enough to make our own decisions, and accept the consequences which they bring.

Anyway. Hilariously, Greenock Morton F.C have struck again. We can't play football, but we can churn out geniuses and film stars at a rate of knots. I'm talking about this, which made me laugh a lot. Martin Compston, the star of the film is a Morton player and a St. Columba's student. How weird.

2002-05-20T14:56:00.000-07:00

Three weeks to go until exams, and so I'd like to write an entry without using the word "study".
So I think I'll just make some observations about today in general:

1/ I get out of my bed at a ridiculously early hour to go to a class that the facilitator doesn't show up to. Bitch.

2/ Mosquito larvae are weird little buggars. Especially when you have to keep them still under a microsope for long enough to *draw* them. I kid you not. I spent most of this afternoon drawing mosquito larvae.

3/ Shivvy is all examed up for tomorrow, and is at present sitting watching Helen West up in St. Andies. She was also talking to me on the speakerphone whilst in the bath. She told me that she was wearing a bathing costume to put me at ease.
Why do I get so freaked out by naked bathing people talking to me on the phone? Especially when it's the "straight as an arrow, if a little asexual" Shiv, and the "straight as an arrow, and mad tart" me? Who can really say...

4/ Good luck in the exam, babe! You'll rock as per usual.

5/ Awww, Lesley has a crush! We discussed the fact that since she's now 19, it can't be termed a crush anymore. Any suggestions should be sent on a stamped addressed onion to me.

6/ Lesley has no taste in men. Her non-crush is on Gregg. As nice looking, and as nice a guy as he is, he's the original steamer. And he's from Aberdeen.

7/ Laura was being a little off today. Don't know what it's about, but she told me to phone her tomorrow and hopefully I'll get the full story.

8/ I knew there'd be some great ball stories: Nicola had a drink poured over her in Destiny after she chastised some slapper for pulling up her boyfriend's kilt. Heh. Most of the rest of the population got over the "Are you a real Scotsman" thing when they were about 11...
Also, Will apparently has a great photo of me and Hardcore Duncan in some weird pose. I don't remember it being taken. I'm worried.

9/ Wilma is off to see Star Wars. Not to spoil it for anyone, but I've heard Yoda gets all Kung-Fu. Hi Ya!

10/ JKR had better hurry up and finish Harry Potter: Book 5 before I start throwing things. And there had better be some serious Ron and Hermione action or I'll be pissed. Also, if she does decide to run for Rector of St. Andies, she has my full support. There are amoebas in the seas of venus I'd vote for rather than Anne Robinson or Germaine Greer.

Not that I could vote of course, what with me not going to Uni there and all...

2002-05-19T05:28:00.000-07:00

Big Sis went to the CatHouse last night. How incredibly random. I think she enjoyed it, bar the drinks prices and some of the music (dare I say Metallica and Alice in Chains?). Althought after playing Junkie XL vs Elvis, and Weezer (Buddy Holly, me thinks?) she was once more a happy bunny.

The Ball was...fun. I love ceilidhs, and this ceilidh band was unlike anyhting else. Drum Kit, Bass, Accordian and an electric fiddle. Took me right back to school concerts. Destiny was fucking awful, but what did I expect? I think the only real downer on my night was having to fork out £10 for a taxi home on my own, whilst everyone else sauntered back to the halls. Like I've always said, the home life has its advantages and disadvantages.

Am headed down to Shiv's shortly for a BBQ (although it's raining right now. I'm not sure how that's going to work). I've just copied "If You're Feeling Sinister" for her, and with any luck she'll be briefed on the joy that is Belle and Sebastian by the end of the week. U2 is belting out of my stereo right now, for some reason. "The Sweetest Thing".

In other news, after my initial observations that Ruraidh was gay, it now turns out he may swing both ways. Well I'm presuming that he does, as after I saw him with a girl in Destiny, I'm told he went for the guys. Heh. Who was it that made the comment about Bisexuality being a form of greed? :-)

I hard a weird sort of epiphany a moment ago, when I realised that I had a drawer in my room that hadn't been opened since I moved here, and that I had no idea what was in it. Turns out that's where my camera has been taking refuge for the past three years. Unfortunately, it looks like it may now be a little, em, broken. So we won't be telling the parentals that, then. Other wonders of the forgotten drawer include ribbons, assorted brushes, and my rosary beads. Which made me feel a little guilty considering I've not been to Church since Easter, and even then I only went to please mother. Faith is one of these things - you either have it, or you don't. And at the moment, I'm fairly convinced that mine is lost somewhere in that drawer.

2002-05-14T16:24:00.000-07:00

Added a comments feature. Figured it was about time you told me to stop being such a damn hypochondriac and go do some study. I guess it will be good for me in the long run. Oy-Vey!

2002-05-14T16:14:00.000-07:00

I read somewhere that chewing helps to improve concentration and increase learning. So today I was chewing away like a goat possessed, and now I'm paying the price.
That's right folks, I think I've dislocated my jaw. And even if I haven't, it's still fucking sore.

Anyways, I just watched Gillian Anderson of V. Graham Norton. Nothing about her appearance struck me so much as how "English" she sounded. I know she spent several years over here, but still, it's the most British I've ever heard her sound.
It's strange. Shiv was talking the other day about having downloaded the trailer for the X Files finale. I couldn't even have told you that the finale was about to happen, despite the fact that four years ago I would have rated it as my favourite show.
Maybe I'm fickle. Or maybe it truly got crap. In any case, I'm glad they're ending it- I just wish they'd done it a couple of years ago before I got the chance to not care anymore.

I don't know what made me think of the X-Files today.

And before I run off to bed, I just have to say that the new Liberty X song "Just a Little" is just about fantastic. But Jesus, those catsuits in the video. Pseudo-Bondage isn't a good look for those poor girls. Still, I bet they're glad they didn't make Hear'Say...

2002-05-11T12:38:00.000-07:00

You know, I love my family and I love staying at home, but it's days like today when I think I would have found things a little easier if I didn't live here. Don't get me wrong - I've had a great day, but I've done virtually no work and the exams are drawing nearer.

This morning was promising, as I managed to drag my ass out of bed at about 10am. Father then convinved me that him, James and me needed to go to the cinema (bonding, perhaps?) at 12 noon to see a new flick called "Dog Soldiers", about a troop hunting werewolves in the Highlands. We went, and it turned out the showing wasn't until 2pm so we went into the city and I did a little shopping.

The film was good, if a little disgusting. Or a lot disgusting. I've got a good constitution when it comes to blood and guts (hence the chosen career path) but even I found myself nauseated. There was one point that I had to get up and walk out because I was convinced I was about to faint. Like I said though, it was a clever little film. Just not really my cup of tea.

We got home just short of five, and Dad decided that a BBQ was in order. Which took up another two hours. So I'm only now beginning to get my head round the concept of doing a little work. And it's pushing 9pm. Argh.

Maybe tomorrow I should just hit the Uni library for a while. I think I'd be a little more productive. Oooh, and myself, Shiv and Wilma are picknicking tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to. A little bit of sun the week before a formal event never hurt anyone. I could do with working on the tan!

2002-05-07T15:08:00.000-07:00

Heh. Shiv just Emailed me there, and was pointing out that our May Emails always have a little about studying in them:-) This has been true of the last couple of years (in fact, since we began to Email each other), although I think last year it was more of a case of "I've not really started studying yet, have you?". I just hope that Shiv does a post-grad so that we can continue right up until I'm sitting my Registrar type exams. In fact, she could become an eternal student and help me through my consultant exams also.

Damn, why did I pick a job where they keep testing you *until you die!*.

Was rebellious and skipped histology today, as I really, really needed some sleep. St Andy's was a joy, as ever although I was slightly disappointed with the new Amanda Burton drama. It was just too...slow. Still, the sausage supper was good, as was the company. Have been downloading even more ringtones, and managed to get a really excellent Harry Potter Theme one. Not that I would ever dare play that in public, so for the time being I also got Abba's "Money Money Money", and "Children of the Night(!)". It's all good.

Am heading off for an early bed, as was late last night and up early this morning. And yet still managed to be late. How do I do it?

2002-05-05T02:36:00.000-07:00

Am feeling horrible today - have some sort of throat infection which is making me hoarse, and not letting me eat without considerable pain. If I didn't know better, I'd say tonsilitis, but it's not. I'm just a hypochondriac.

Went for a drink in Shawlands last night with Wilma, and only saw about four or five fights all night (a record!). We were driving back up the road, however, and there was a huge rammy outside Old Man Sir John Wort's, with police, fire etc all making feeble attempts to intervene. Yes, for it was the Scottish Cup Final yesterday, and after a surprisingly good match, Rangers beat Celtic 3-2.

Actually, Wilma made an interesting comment last night. They'd split Hampden down the middle, and so when Rangers were presented the cup there wasn't much in the way of Celtic fans remaining, and the Stadium was half empty. The Rangers fans were waving their Union Jacks like crazy, and Wilma observed that being a Scottish Catholic and watching that was demoralising, as if we're not wanted here. I don't necessarily agree, and I know that if it had been Celtic fans remaining, the Stadium would have been awash with Irish flags which wouldn't have made me feel any better. But still, it was an interesting point. It's times like this when I'm glad my team is a pants little Third (groan) Division number, where religion has nothing to do with football, and the only reason we hate St. Midden is because they're all IV Heroin users who don't know how to use a bath ;-)

Seriously though, it was a good match, and if nothing else at least that's Celtic and Rangers fairly even this season.

Should really go and do some work, as it is Sunday and that is what I'm supposed to do. Adios!

2002-05-01T15:08:00.000-07:00

Just spent the best part of the last hour downloading Ringtones and typing them into my little 3310 composer. It just rocks. My phone now plays "All Rise" when Wilma phones, "Tragedy" when Di phones and of course "Reach" when Shiv phones, to remind her that despite her newfound RockSoc feet, she is a cheesy S Club fan at heart.

Other than that, today was uneventful. Went shopping with Laura and allowed her to incautiously spend whilst I sat back and counted my pennies. She got a dress for the ball, it's a lovely hot pink Monsoon number. Strange, when Laura and I lived on top of each other (literally), I never thought we could do sisterly things like shop together. But now with not having to share a room our relationship is so much improved.

Speaking of Lauras, poor "Other Laura" managed to crash her car on Monday night - right into the back of her boyfriend's. But more on that later.

2002-04-30T15:44:00.000-07:00

I'm reading this book called "The ABC of Diabetes" right now, and you know what? Diabetes is a nasty little bugger. This is *not* a disease which I would like to have. There seems to be a pretty much unspoken rule of anything-that-can-go-wrong-will-go-wrong in the Insulin Dependent type, and even if you control your diabetes well, you're pretty much assured to die 30 years or more before your time. And you'll probably be blind, with some form of progressive kidney failure.

I'd just never realised how nasty it was.

On a somewhat related note, we've got an Anatomy lecturer right now who is an insulin dependent diabetic, and he keeps taking hypoglycaemic fits in the middle of lectures. It's sheer madness. He'll be perfectly normal one minute, and the next he'll be skipping round the room singing. I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help it :-)

Today was fairly standard. Wasn't it at all, but got up and studied. And went to the gym, so am now feeling stiff and generally sore. Oww. Picked mum up from the school today, and noticed an ugly great name sign they've got on the front of the building. I think it's so that when Scotland Today are filming everyone knows which school it is that has decided to scrap Standard Grades, and not send their kids there.
It's not that I don't think that the whole "Access/Int.1/Int.2" thing is such a bad idea (the course will barely change) but I was a guinea pig in 5th year, and it wasn't pleasant. The last thing you need when you're under that amount of pressure is to know that noone else has ever been in your place before.

James is beginning to stress about his highers, which is something I never thought I'd see. It must be difficult though- I panicked throughout 5th year that I'd never live up to Laura's marks, and now he's got both of our marks to live up to. I complain about living in Laura's shadow, but it must be far worse for him. I think though, to be fair, there's less pressure on him because he's a boy. He also doesn't need anywhere near the marks I did to do what I wanted to. Still, I feel for him.

Was disappointed this evening when a program I'd wanted to watch on BBC 1, called "Diet or Die" was cancelled. It was about a 40st woman who hasn't left her bed in 18 months for the simple reason that she can't - she's too grossly overweight. I don't know why I wanted to see it. Thought it might be dieting motivation :-) It was replaced by a program about Alain Baxter, the Scottish Skier who was stripped of his Olympic Bronze because of a positive amphetamine test. I hadn't felt much pity for him before now, but on the show they put forward some fairly strong scientific argument regarding the nasal decongestant and the presence of D- and L- isomers, and a possibly test to distinguish between the two. I think the reason that the IOC aren't going for this is because they would have a serious problem admitting they were wrong. Sounds like someone else I know. :-)

Mind you, I still think he was a bit of an idiot for not being more careful, a point which I put forward to Karen a while back. This was before I realised that she was one of his best friends. Oops. But she's still talking to me, so either she's forgotten or agrees with me. I'll go with the former.

This has been more than a rant than a blog tonight, but I'm on a glorified caffeine high and too wide awake to go to my bed yet. I'm off to listen to Bellefire's cover of "All I Want is You", which is officially my new favourite song. For all that I think Bono's a bit of a twat, the man writes some cracking music.

2002-04-29T08:27:00.000-07:00

I'm in pain! PMS is a bastard at the best of times, but even worse when you're trying to concentrate and get some work done. Still, better deal with it and move on.

Am listening to Chris Moyles on Radio1 at the moment. He's in LA, for some incredibly random reason, but it sounds like fun and is making me think that I'd really, really like to be on holiday right about now. 4 months to go, and I'm in the sun!!

You know what? The charts were cracking yesterday. Not only were the Sugababes and their fabulous Freak Like Me cover number one, but S Club Juniors were number two!!! Ahh, the essence of cheese.
Also, have *finally* worked out what song "Borderlining Sentimental" was from (the tagline from lilla's blog). Yes, I know I could just have asked, but that would have taken all of the fun out of it. So I just left myself pondering for a while, and it struck me like lightening as I was sitting on the X78 this morning. Which is strange, because I was listening to the "Grease" soundtrack at the time.

In other news, have a whole day off tomorrow (yay!) and will no doubt be spending most of it in bed, and very little of it in the library. So nothing new there. And Argh, Nickelback have just come on the radio so I'm going to have to get off my ass and turn it off. That songs pisses me off bigstyle. As does the singer's hairdo.

2002-04-25T15:05:00.000-07:00

I'm just one huge paradox - tired, but won't go to bed, nervous about exams but not really studying, dieting but eating junk food. Oh well. Things are looking up, I hope.

Had a fairly boring day, was in a bad mood for the first three hours (I don't respond well to 9am in any situation) and then had to spend a while on the phone this afternoon apologising to all the people I'm sure I pissed off :-) I think when people get to know me *very* well (and there's very few of them) they can brush it off more easily. That's why making friends is such an effort. You can never be a bitch. Ahh, this is something I'm only just realising!

ER was excellent tonight. It wasn't at all Medical, but I really enjoyed all of the Carter/Abby/Luka/Susan thing going on. I thought it was really well done. And thank god, Carter and Susan have realised that the whole relationship thing is a bad idea. Was getting a little worried. Although can I just say - Carter lost his virginity at *11*??? Yikes! It's very possible that I didn't know what sex was when I was 11! And to the *maid*?!?! I'm not even going to go there...
And the dildo in Carrie Weaver's locker? TeeHee.

So will head to bed, because if I don't there's no way I'm going to be up for dissecting the kidneys tomorrow. Am also mucho looking forward to seeing ickle Shiv tomorrow night for a chat, a video and a nice bottle of Arbor Mist (tm). Just as a little aside, have found some songs today that I adore and hadn't heard before now.

Belle and Sebastian: Waiting
and
Redd Kross: Dancing Queen <-- Cheers, Paul et al. This made my day!

Oooh, and discovered the healing properties of "Stairway to Heaven" when I managed to slice my finger open this afternoon with a hideously sharp knife. Led, you rule!

2002-04-24T14:31:00.000-07:00

Am having a somewhat productive evening, and even managed to get some studying done (shocker!). We had Vocational Studies this morning. It was actually a three hour tutorial on the advantages/disadvantages of telling the truth. Not bad, as we got some interesting case scenarios (including the infamous "I know your boyfriend is HIV-positive because he had an affair with a man three years ago, but you don't and now you're asking to be put on the pill) and generally had a nice wee chat with Graham, the GP.

I'm getting really into this healthy eating kick thing, and I seem to be sticking to it fairly successfully. According to the scales have lost 4lbs in three days, but I have the feeling they're just mocking me and as soon as I step on them next week I'll be back to normal. Still, all this exercise has to be doing me some good- even if not to my muscles who a suffering somewhat.

Right. I feel up to explaining why yesterday was so crappy. All those who've heard this story may wish to close their eyes now. Basically, I got up to go into Uni for a 9am Lab on Glucose Tolerance. I was running a little late, and so as I walked to the bus stop it occurred to me that I'd left my Lab Coat lying on my bed. There wasn't much I could do, as by the time I'd made it back up the road I'd have missed the bus, and we'd been warned that if we weren't in the Lab for 9am we wouldn't be allowed to participate as we had to hear the health and safetly regs. I figured I'd just borrow one of the Uni Lab Coats, and went on my merry way.

Whilst on the bus, I realised I'd also forgotten my phone. D'Oh!

I got to the Lab shortly before 9am and ask one of the Lab Assisstants if I can borrow a Lab Coat. She says it shouldn't be a problem, but will ask Jocelyn Dow (who from here on in will be known as "Satan") if that's OK. Satan approaches, and asks me why I forgot my Lab Coat. I say, "I forgot", and get a lecture on this not being suitable behaviour from Medical Students at the University of Glasgow, and basically I have brought shame to my family and should go and eviscerate myself. And by the way, no, you can't borrow a Lab Coat because we're dealing with blood products, so sod off.

So I missed the Lab. Thankfully, I met a companion in humiliation, Gareth, who'd been refused entry because he hadn't got out of his bed in time :-).

Now, I'm not saying that I should have been let into the Lab, because we were working with blood and all. It's just that Satan didn't have to be such a bitch about it. But I'm finished ranting now, and I will move onto more important things. Or possibly even go to my bed, because I'm tired.

2002-04-23T01:21:00.000-07:00

Day is going badly already and it's only 9.20am! This has to be a new record! I'm not going to go into why the day is going to hell, but let's just say that not having breakfast for a thing was a complete and utter waste of my time. But I've just seen Gareth, who has obviously suffered the same terrible lab fate as me, so I don't feel quite so bad.

Argh. Jocelyn Dow is bitch.

2002-04-22T11:45:00.000-07:00

Ouch. I have one of those headaches where every time you move your head pain erupts. So I'm attempting to sit perfectly still. I don't know whether it was the three hours looking down a microscope at slides of the pancreas, or the beer I had afterwards, but something is causing me pain.

Not a bad day, in retrospect. Apart from said headache and muchos work to be done (and dissection), it wasn't bad at all. And since I have *nothing* else to say, I'm going to go and do something more productive. Au Revoir, chucks!

2002-04-21T06:06:00.000-07:00

The Old Firm score is 1-1 at the moment. Don't know why that's at all relevant, but it's the last thing I saw on Yahoo news before I decided to go to blogger. Morton drew 0-0 yesterday to see Alloa go up, which wasn't pleasant. Still, we deal with these things and move on.

And I opened the paper this morning to see Lin staring up at me dressed as a suffragette. This caused some hilarity in the McB household as she ran around shouting "Lin's in the paper, Lin's in the paper!" without explaining to anyone why. Was a nice little piece of negative publicity for the KK though.

2002-04-20T02:39:00.000-07:00

So I was up at 8.30am this morning to book tickets for Blue. And we managed it! 12 tickets between rows G and H in the front block. Which means we get the best of both worlds - the first night we're up in the tiered seating, and will get to see the concert as it's meant to be seen (and will be in the company of Shiv, Caitlin and Mrs O'N), and the second night we get to perv over Lee and Duncan. Life is good.

Am going to attempt to get some work done, and then out to the last home game of the season. I'm not going to know what to do with my Saturdays from here on in! (NB. I can't tell my mother this, as her response would no doubt be "Get a Job". Yowsa.)

2002-04-19T10:05:00.000-07:00

Ah, so the Mighty 'Ton are going down. It's depressing, but in a not-so-bad way. Some of the guys last week had made a "Greenock Morton, Division Three Winners 2002-2003" banner, and that was oddly comforting. My only worry is that we won't survive Division Three. Not in terms of support (we've been through much worse), but financially. And will the players stay? Still, these are things to worry about next season. And I've got a whole summer to go before that.

I went into Uni an hour early today to get some extra work done, but as the fates would have it I ran into Kerry and we sat on the Grass outside the Reading Room instead, enjoying the sun. She's been a bit down lately, so it was nice to have a chance for a good wee chat. I think she's beginning to panic slightly about the exams, which is understandable.

Going to see "Crossroads" tomorrow night, and very excited! I feel that my cinematic experiences of late have been more intellectual exercises rather than entertainment, and so I need some brainless fun. Don't get me wrong- Gosford Park, In the Bedroom and The Royal Tenebaums were good, but you can have too much of a film where you have to think. Funny how it's only brainy films that get best flick Oscar noms, eh? (well, except Moulin Rouge, which was nominated due to the sexy and talented Ewan McGregor, I'm sure :-))
Shiv's coming home, which is always a good thing. We're both so much busier these days that we used to be, but still manage to make plenty of time to do the things which we're famous for. Test of a true friendship, in my opinion. Although I'm concerned with the enjoyment that she gained from RockSoc the other night. Shiv's not a rocker! She's a kid of cheesy pop like me and Wilma. She's a Garage chick!

Right, am off to try to interpret lecture notes from this afternoon and Enzyme Kinetics. I don't understand any of it, but it was an interesting lecture all the same. Why? Met a Graeme McMillan (and had the "Oh my God, I went to school with your namesake!" type conversation), and then was sitting next to a boy I'm positive I went to primary schoo with. Didn't want to ask him just in case, though. Will do some further investigation...

2002-04-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

So my internet is working properly again. It wasn't, as I suspected, a scripting problem but rather an NTL fault. What with them going into liquidation and all I'm not that surprised...

I can't remember the last time I had such a busy and exhausting 24 hours. Last night I was involved in more Marrow training, which involved draining some poor unsuspecting man of most of his blood whilst leaving the tourneque on for so long that he was showing signs of cyanosis. I could only apologise for so long before he started laughing. And although I falied on the blood taking part, the counselling part is slightly more straightforward. But I wouldn't recommend pairing 1st years up with attractive 4th year Irish men, as it tends to take out minds off the actual conselling. I think Victoria told Patrick this. I'm not sure that he was amused :-)

Today was a long day. 9-5 is a rare occurence, and when it happens you're always drained by the end. The three hour lab was a killer, but thankfully I managed to (semi) sort arrangements for the ball. I'm not going with anyone, which I think will be best at the end of the day. There are some advantages to being single, and most of them are financial.

I'm listening to Ned Music at the moment, which thanks to Wilma has become my new Vice. Particularly good it the Shy FX song "Shake Ur Body", which samples the Sex and the City theme. Hehe. I'm also mucho fond of the Sugababes cover of "Freak Like Me". Cracking.

2002-04-03T02:58:00.000-08:00

Oh, what a surprise. Huge rant from last night didn't post. Blogger, get you act together...

2002-04-02T13:31:00.000-08:00

This is just a little test, because nothing I've been posting over the last three days has been accepted by blogger, and I'm not going to bother writing a huge rant if I know in advance that it's not going to post...

2002-03-18T10:04:00.000-08:00

LOL, After all the obsessing I did over having not read Little Woman, look at which Winona I am! Check the last two lines, however - "And by the way, the incestual lesbian relationship with your sisters is not a secret".

I've seen the movie, and I didn't pick up on any incestual lesbian vibes. Hmmmm.

I started studying today, and it was a shock to my system. I'm not a good studier - everything I do seems to take three times as long as everyone else. Partially due to my obsession with writing everything down. Still, it has to be done.

I also want to start gathering my head with regards to Shiv's Oscar Challenge. I will, of course, be choosing LOTR for Best Picture just to annoy the hell out of her (kidding, honey! I was thinking Moulin Rouge myself). Seriously, if anyone's reading this who isn't Shiv, Wilma, Lin or Ellie, go to kindacrazy.blogspot.com and tell this girl that she *has* to go and see Lord of the Rings. It's imperative!

And speaking of Shiv, I'm headed up to St Andies on Wednesday, which will be fun. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to come back down earlier than I thought due to a parental visiting thing, but it'll still be a great little holiday and I'm looking forward to it. Roll on Wednesday!!!

2002-03-18T09:56:00.000-08:00

Which Winona Are You?

2002-03-17T04:28:00.000-08:00

Is my sense of humour a bit off? I know I can be a little sarcastic at times, but I didn't think that my jokes were that lame! :-(
Still, The Foz rocks, and I'm happy to be associated with him.

2002-03-17T04:27:00.000-08:00

	You are Fozzie! Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..
*Take the What Muppet Are You?* Quiz!**

2002-03-14T05:20:00.000-08:00

I've got about 20 minutes before I have to leave the house and get out to Uni, so I though I'd rabbit on a bit in here.

The coursework is finished, thank god, and just needs to be handed in. It's...OK. It' s not great, but I didn't spend much time on it, and anyways it looks pretty. Lots of nice graphs and even a map! I should really have gotten my act together and put pictures in it, but that'a fairly irrelevant now.

Lesley's party tonight. Should be a good laugh, but I'm tripping up over what to wear. I was thinking I'd go in my skirt, but it's a Thursday night and I don't want to seem too dressed up. I'm beginning to understand the dilemmas of Wilma a little better.

Yesterday was interesting. I was out in Stobhill A and E in the morning, and although it was fairly quiet we did get to see a few interesting cases. The consultant there introduced himself to us as "Mark Greene". Hee hee. Highlights? Diagnosing a drunk guy with a broken rib and pneumonia. Low points? The poor woman who had had a can of spray paint explode on her whilst she was spraying leaves gold. Ouch. It looked bloody sore. Oh, and the poor wee boy who'd had bleach thrown in his face. I guess that's Springburn for you.

I'm looking forward to a weekend of nothingness. A whole month off baby! I think I'll pretty much hand with my girls. Next week I'm doing ACE day a couple of mornings (worth it only for the spying of certain male physics teachers. Or one male physics teacher), and then heading on up to St. Andrew's for some quality holiday time on the cheap. Heh.

Just had to run downstairs for a moment there - the new Britney video was on. It's quite a cracking wee tune, but not something you can really dance along to. Here's hoping for a remix!

2002-03-12T07:32:00.000-08:00

The sun is shining in Newton Mearns today, and of course as soon as I stepped outside I got sunburnt. I have the whole freckles-on-the-nose thing going on right now as well, and I'm not happy about it. Darn stupid complexion.

I'm not really getting much work done. It's pathetic, but I can procrastinate like no-one else. Even when I *know* I should be doing this project because it's due in Thursday, I'm still messing about checking my Email and filling out surveys. And I just know I'll still be doing this at about 11pm tomorrow, even though I've also got to complete a PBL for Thursday. Argh.

And I've still got to get Lesley a birthday present, as it seems her party is going to be on Thursday night after all, in The Shack. Problem is, I'm not entirely sure what to get her. I thinking along the lines of earrings...and ideas would be much appreciated.

And now, back to the grind. I can't decide whether these unemployment statistics are good, bad or average. Oh, screw it. I'm going to make some up...

2002-03-10T09:17:00.000-08:00

I'm getting progressively worse about remembering to Blog. God Damnit!

Today, I'm trying to get through a mountain of work which needs to be done, but that I can't be bothered doing. Quelle Surprise! But thanks to Ian Brown and his fantastic hand out (Praise Him) I'm getting through it quickly enough.

Hey, it's only a week til the end of term, can you believe it? Which means there's only a term left before exams!!! . Which means that I'm about 1/8 of the way through my course! Woo-Hoo!

What else? Nothing much. It was Lesley's Birthday yesterday, so I'll have to go and buy her a wee thing tomorrow before PBL. I'm not sure when her party has been rescheduled for, but it should be mucho fun.
And in other news, I'm beginning to contemplate the tan of the fake variety. Wilma, you've infected me with your desire to be orange!!! (I'm kidding, I'm kidding ;-)). Or possibly it's just a throwback of my desire to go on holiday AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! Hiding in Shiv's Barbados suitcase is looking more and more appealing...

2002-03-07T15:13:00.000-08:00

Shiv's Home! Shiv's Home! And ignoring the fact that I have a horribly difficult coursework due in next week, I'm going to have a weekend of fun and frolics.

In the meantime, I have a presentation to do in the Bute Hall tomorrow. I'm not a good public speaker - this is a commonly accepted fact - and I'm even worse when put up in front of a panel of my year, and my professors. To top it all off, I'm talking about Psychological wellbeing and suicide rates. Which I don't understand at the best of times. On the plus side, I'm going to the Dive tomorrow night to dance the night away.

RememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressieRememberHig'spressie

Any ideas what I have to do tomorrow?

2002-03-05T10:11:00.000-08:00

If you haven't already, go here: www.wilwheaton.net

He's the ultimate Blogmaster. And a Trek star to boot. What more could you want?

"Every day, every night,
Fill my shadows with light,
When I feel all alone,
Your heart is my home."

Hear'Say, Show Me the Way to your Love.

Straight from the album, Popstars, which I'm currently devouring. It rocks! (or should I say, it pops...)

2002-03-04T12:29:00.000-08:00

You know what? I *hate* selfish people.

No, that's not just a random McB statement type thing, there's a reasoning behind it. Had a bad experience at Uni a couple of days ago with someone who just doesn't appreciate that other people lay themselves on the line to appease her. She's selfish, plain and simple.

I'm not going to go into the full story, suffice it to say that she managed to piss myself, and a few of my friends off without even lifting a finger. Magnificant feat, you may say. And I should point out that I'm not easily pissed off. What other people find offensive often washes off like water from a duck's back. Just...aghh.

On a happier note, I've found that some people I didn't really care a couple of months ago are semi-decent people. I was too quick to judge them, and it wasn't fair. My apologies to Will and Malcolm (except not really to Malcolm, as he's a dirty hun :-)). Just shows you that your perception of people can be all screwed up sometimes.

Just drove out to Stobhill Hospital avec le papa. Have to go to A and E next week to "observe", and thought it might be an idea that I know where I'm going. So I now have a rough idea. Am driving to Uni tomorrow, just as a sort of trial run. We'll see how it goes. Mooney in tow, of course! She's offering petrol money, the sweetheart. I don't want it (it's not like I'm going 150 miles or anything!) but the gesture was nice. Filled up the tank today. £18. Arghh #2.

Adios, Amigos!

2002-03-03T14:53:00.000-08:00

I've just come to a startling realisation:

A survey I completed a few weeks ago asked me who I admired. I said "No-one", as I couldn't think of a single person who I idolised. But just sitting here a few seconds ago I realised that one of my many flaws is that I actually idolise virtually everyone.

No, bear with me for a second. I think that there is something about nearly everyone who I know that I wish I was, or had. That's idolism, right? Scary. And in so many of these cases I try to become that part of the person I notice it in. Even more scary.
And so I'm this big ball of things I admire about other people, and try to emulate.

Don't worry, it's not that drastic. I'm still McB. I just thought it was an interesting part of the Psyche, and worth a mention. And I wonder how many people can honestly say that they don't try to copy the great things about the people they meet?

I'm studying Dementia right now, and it's not really pleasant. And so for the record, I want to say this. If Euthanasia becomes legal in the near future, and if I start to lose my mind in old age, please pump me full of Morphine. No, it's not suicide. I just don't think that I'd want to be alive if I couldn't remember the faces of the people who I love. I don't think that a blog is a legal document, but hey, I'll make a will one day!

Christ, this is all very morose. Too much Sarah McLachlan and not enough Britney drives McB to manic status. This is why cheesy pop should be a legal requirement. Bet you suicide rates would fall...

2002-02-26T14:55:00.000-08:00

I'm ill. Well, I'm not *ill*, but I have a horrible debilitating cold that's causing me to sneeze more in an hour than any person should have to in a lifetime. And it came on very suddenly - I was absolutely fine up until about 7pm when the little blighters started to invade my delicate immune system.

Fight them, my little White celled friends, fight them!

Anyways, it's put my in a right bad mood, so I'm attempting to read some fic to cheer myself up. It's strange, but both Voyager and West Wing fics have lost my interest of late. It's all been Harry Potter. I found a fantastic one today, and strangely enough the pairing was Percy/Oliver. I'm not a slash fan, but the writing was so great that you couldn't not love it.

I'm at the GPs tomorrow for my Community Health Diagnosis. Yay. It's not that I don't enjoy it, it's just that it seems so irrelevant compared to what I was studying this evening (which was the anatomy of the brain, for anyone who's interested). I understand that part of the reason the Medical course had to be changed was because Doctors weren't clinical enough, but do I really need to psychoanalyse the entire population of Govanhill? I think not.

I'm going to go and mope somewhere else and try to shake this cold. Please, take mercy my viral compadres...

2002-02-19T10:19:00.000-08:00

So, I passed my driving test, and I'm chuffed as hell. I'm trying hard *not* to rub it in though, as there are others I know who haven't yet. I've had one of those perculier days, where I'm not quite sure what I'm doing, or where I'm meant to be.

My mum got me a bunch of flowers. First time I've ever recieved flowers from anyone - weird, eh? So my bedroom is, at present, looking a bit like a hospital ward. Except with a computer and purple walls...

I actually have nothing interesting to say. Wilma has an inkling that Spud will be attending the gathering ce soir, and I'm not sure how I feel about the possibility of seeing him again. I think I'll just be neutral and see what happens. Of course I will probably be putting on that extra coating of Lipstick :-)

2002-02-18T13:15:00.000-08:00

You're a lion all over -- strong, maybe sporty, definitely brave and noble. You hate seeing injustice or unfairness, and you've got the guts to fight against them both. Your enemies had better watch out -- you're not afraid to take them on!

Get Sorted!

Credit for this goes to Shiv, and to Lin. It's strange, as after reading the books I wouldn't really categorise myself as a Gryffindor - I'm not particularly courageous, and intellect has always really been my weapon of choice. I would have placed myself in Ravenclaw. Hell, just goes to show that sometime we don't know ourselves as well as our computers do :-)

2002-02-16T03:41:00.000-08:00

What is it about the ever present connections between Male Bravado and Homophobia? I'm beginning to wonder if testosterone is actually an inhibitor of "common sense" receptors in the brain - especially in boys under the age of 18 and middle aged men.

So I'm in a bad mood now. It'll pass eventually, and until it does I'm going to avoid certain members of my family like the bubonic plague.

Went to see "Oceans 11" with Lesley, Lauren and their friend Charlotte after my lectures yesterday. It was a nice night out, and we had a laugh. The film was also good :-) Ran into Bernadette and the infamous Gerry in Starbucks, and then again in the cinema. Gerry seems nice - back from Aberdeen for the weekend, I gathered.

Had an eventful bus journey home. About 6 or 7 Neds jumped ship at Clarkston Toll, which was unusual as they looked more like NM Scheme Neds to me. About a mile down the road, someone called from the top floor that a man had been beaten up, and could the driver stop the bus. The driver goes up to have a look, and comes back down asking if there are any Doctors or Nurses on the bus. Typically, there weren't, so I volunteered my untrained and somewhat pathetic services. The victim had two huge black eyes, a cut above his eyebrow and a cut on the back of his head, where it was possibly fractured. There was pretty much nothing I could do, so the bus driver called an ambulance.

It's strange - that's the second time that has happened to me since Uni started. Did people get beaten up around me before and did I just not notice? In any case, I didn't have my trusty First Aid manual, so I wasn't much use anyways.

Driving test nerves have pretty much subsided, which is a relief. Monday will no doubt bring them to the surface again, but until then I'm taking the time to chill oot. Going to the Med Chir Review tonight. Should be a good laugh.

2002-02-14T04:13:00.000-08:00

It's strange as hell. I suddenly recalled reading a book that had an Emily Dickenson poem in it. Something about "a certain slant of light on a winter's afternoon". Not being the poetry buff that I was when I was 16 (My Last Duchess, Dover Beach, et al) I can't remember the rest of this freakin' poem, and rest assure that is what will annoy me for the rest of the live long day.

Blogging's fun, but it takes up muchos time and I really need to finish some Uni work for today. Adios, Amigos.