27 February 2006
25 February 2006
Add generous amounts of wine, tequila, cider, tart-fuel (alcopops), Pimms, cocktails and Red Bull. (allow for food if hungry)
Incubate around a table, briefly pausing for ice-cube fights.
Observe behaviour and eavesdrop on conversation. "New rescusitation guidelines...bilateral breast reduction.....stool samples....tuberculosis"
As you may have guessed, we aren't your normal first year students. Our drunken conversation still relates to health and disease - although the conversation ends up in the 'health and disease gutter' - very quickly, discussing nasty ailments and minging things that we've read. Nice.
It's nice to catch up with them though, especially since I haven't seen them since last July. And if I have a headache today, I worry for the rest of them.
Oh, and the lemon - it ended up in my handbag at some point last night, after it had been down my top. I can't quite remember where it came from, but I suspect it wasn't bought.
Nevermind, it will come in useful for pancake day next week.
23 February 2006
21 February 2006
20 February 2006
18 February 2006
15 February 2006
- Extract Pro-Plus from the bottom of my rucksack.
- Take Pro-Plus with large mug of coffee.
- Put washing in.
- Wash dirty plates and cups up*
- Remove clutter from desk and floor.
- Start to do some more work.
- Break for Desperate Housewives (possibly time for more Pro-Plus and/or coffee)
- Tidy up sofa and return to study.
- (Potentially bollock students if they play up.)
- Write essay on qualities required to be a paramedic (Must not be sarcastic, therefore = very hard to write).
- Crawl into bed sometime tomorrow morning
I love being nocturnal.
* just don't ask me how long they've been in the sink for, OK?
14 February 2006
I don't know why but I'm still in a foul mood. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the fact that my sunday headache is still here 2 days later. Maybe it's just me. I don't know.
13 February 2006
12 February 2006
I presume that this image will need viewing in a seperate window. This is exactly how much debt I am in from my BSc degree. This does not include the money for my Masters, or the debt I owe my parents.
The worrying thing is the constant addition of interest - at around 3% until I start paying it off.
The thing is - I won't start paying it off until I earn more than £15,000 per year. The rate I'm going at that won't be for another 3 years at least - possibly 5 years depending on which degree I do next (if any).
So, if there are any wealthy business people out there, or any well meaning company that would like to sponsor me, give me an email!
Merys (in debt)
It may possibly, just perhaps be due to the 73 hours of lectures, part time work and work experience I have been cramming into my average week. I haven't included any time I spend in the gym, jogging, studying on a night time or looking after my first years. This is simply uni (lectures, library time at lunch and walking time), working (bar job) and work experience (observing etc).
I mean, it could be something else I suppose.....
08 February 2006
Whilst running around my usual route today I ran into the paramedic I went out with on that call. (I must have scared the poor bloke to death as I yelled at him across the road.) We got chatting and I asked him how the baby girl was doing. Last they had heard she was still in hospital - but they think she was getting better. Here's hoping.
I also received a letter today from a university. A university that I had made an application to. An application for medicine. The letter said that I had a place to study there provided I pass my masters.
*Insert loud cheers and whooping here*
07 February 2006
05 February 2006
...that before November 2004 I didn't even know what a blog was.
...that I feel proud that I have had over 5000 hits in that time. Not as high as some people, but I feel proud.
...that I have made some amazing friends under my pseudonym, and some that I will hopefully keep for life
...that I still don't know what I want to do!
04 February 2006
But I do practice responsible bar skills - honest.
Tonight I actually walked away from serving a customer because he was too cocky and arrogant. His attitude works fine with some of the bar staff - but being called babe and winked at by a drunken fool kind of rubs me the wrong way. Especially when reference to my chest is made.
I also learnt tonight that some music is completely incompatible with a busy bar; Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex for example. Combination of this song with crowds of people holding glass recepticles usally ends with said receptacles on the floor - potentially followed by flying fists over spilled drinks. Quite funny to watch the bouncers settle that one.
In other news, it's coming up to my first birthday in a couple of days. It's all his fault.
01 February 2006
We have a communal kitchenette for the guys on my course, and we all use it to death.
If you saw the state of the sink, microwave, mugs, cutlery - you'd wonder how we weren't permanently ill. I feel that a late new year's resolution is in order.
In fact, my mug hasn't been washed properly since November, and I think it has someone else's lipstick stains on it.
Or maybe, just maybe this is why I have a strong immune system