Fun, Fun, Fun!

I've just had a really good night and feel elated which is a strange emotion for me but one that I really am enjoying! And, as you all constantly reassured me I would, I have found many like minded people! I met the best friend of a flat mate, and best friend's flat mates, all of whom invited us to a flat party at their halls before they went clubbing and stuff. It was really good and not only did I make new medic/non medic friends but I've discovered a whole flat of people like me! * silently cheers*

After the party, which admittingly we left at 9, we went to a flat of friends we made the other day after I eavsdropped on their conversation and pounced after hearing the word "medicine"! We watched 50 First Dates, had a great laugh together and the elatedness grew! Yeah!

And it gets better. Theatre tomorrow, cinema on wednesday and I'm sure someone said something about something on Friday!

But now I will leave you as I'm kinda tired and would like to do some i-playerness before bed. Let me know how you lot are all getting on! :D

So, here I am...

So, here I am at last. I was going to do this as a kind of before and after segment but it got to half 8 last night and I decided to go spend some time with my fmaily instead.

So, I'm sitting in my bed, in my room, in my flat, at uni. My feet hurt from all the walking (the map showing the distance from my halls to the main campus is amazingly deceiving!) and I have bruises from all the lifting. Am I happy? Not sure. I'm homesick, definately. It just seems so quiet, especially cause half the rooms in my flat are yet to be occupied (sure they'll turn up eventually). I want my mum, and I don't care how much you may laugh about it, but I'm so amazing close to her that I want nothing more now than to be with her, or at least have only a wall separate me from her, like it would be at home.

And, even though I am a student, I'm tired, and so, after watching an episode of my favourtie program on youtube, I'm going to go to bed. Sorry you don't get any more, but I'll try again tomorrow, when I'm less teary, hopefully.

Night Night.

Bad, bad day...thankfully today is looking up...

Yesterday was such a bad day (as the title suggests). And not just because of the driving test fiasco. Let me start where the previous post left off, in the library.

So after I sat and read my book for about an hour (Angel's Game (Carlos Ruiz Zafon) by the way - excellent book but read The Shadow of the Wind first) I went to the bus station and convinced myself not to get the earlier bus as, up to yesterday and ignoring the time I walked in the dark for fourty mins in new shoes only to get the wrong bus, my experience of public transport has been amazing. I love it. Trains come on time, buses are getting better and everything, normally, is great (except for the prices). Instead I went to a cafe and bought a hot choc (not fasting due to the fact the dentist was going to stick his hands down my throat) for the sole purpose of using their very digusting toilets to brush my teeth.

The bus came five mins late. It's ok, I thought, cause it's going to get me to the train station fifteen mins before the train leaves anyway. A 35 mins journey then took more in the region of 50 because we went up and down every estate, a load of school kids got on, then off plus a car was parked in every narrow road and the driver was a good citizen and let the other lane of traffic through first. Damn good manners!

I got there five mins after the train had gone. The next train was at the time of my appoitment. Mum had to cancel the appoitment and I literally broke down in the middle of the station. Thankfully there was only me and this women who I made a point of not looking at. It wasn't the fact that I'd missed a trip to the dentist it was the fact that everything, EVERYTHING had gone wrong from the moment I woke up the day before, I had missed a fast for no reason and had spent money that didn't really need spending. Actually the money wasn't such a big isssue, it as more the fact that I felt nothing else could go wrong. And nothing else did cause after many tearful phonecalls and two teary bus journeys back home Mum rebooked the appoitment for wednesday which means I can meet up with my friends (they already had plans that I passed on cause of the fasting) and laugh, eat junk food and have a great time.

But today is looking so much better. Someone on facebook said I was funny (great for me as people usually laugh at, not with me) and my name appeared in print in the Amnesty International magazine. Page 9 of "New Release". I know that kind of defys the whole anonymous thing but I don't care! I'm so happy! In print! Finally! And I know it wasn't in a byline/by-this-author sense but baby steps people. Baby steps!

Here I am...

I'm sitting in the library writing this cause I've got 2 hours to kill before I get a bus then a train to the dentist. sigh.

So I failed the driving test. It was this morning, bright and early. The lesson before hand went excellently but then i messed up the parallel park. Even if I hadn't he would have failed me for undue hesitation. Apparantly there were 4 opportunities for me to pull out onto this really busy road. There wasnt't, otherwise I would have gone! £100 down the drain. I've been driving for a year now, cause my instructor is literally leaching me. I'm going to try and pass whilst at uni, but if my friend (a year older and hasn't started learning yet) passes before me I'm going to kill someone. Oh well, and it means a lot that I said that because I was crying so much earlier. Bad day. You know when you wake up and you just know it isn't going to go well? It was one of those days! I woke up at 3 and only got to sleep again about 6; my alarm didn't go off so I woke up half and hour late and was rushing around like crazy and, to top it off, I dropped Brother's history book on my foot whilst trying to get into the washing basket. Oh well. Oh well.

I've just realised that this time next week I'll be in the car on the way to the future. Scary thought. The pile of my going-away-stuff keeps getting bigger and bigger but the confidence bubble in my head is getting smaller and smaller. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

I've still got an hour and a half to kill before I get the bus, and only thirty minutes left on this computer and all I want to do is go home, plop myself infront of youtube and eat junk food (not fasting today cause the dentist is going to stick his hands down my throat later). Sigh.

Apologises for the sighing. The doctor said it might be PMS. Brother just thinks I'm an arrogant jerk.

Today just keeps getting worse and worse...

I want to apologise in advance - I'm in a bad mood. But I need to rant.

I went for my third Hep B jab today. That in itself is not a good thing because my NHS Trust is making me pay through the nose for it whereas my medic friends who live in the town where we went to school are getting it free, or free-er than me. £29 per jab and an extra £29 for the blood test. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm a student who has a bad relationship with student finance. I have no money!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Plus it was hot today. I mean heatwave hot. And little-miss-yes-I-am-fasting-me had to walk to the hospital from the bus station, a walk I wouldn't normally mind but NORMALLY I have bottle of water and am allowed to drink it!

Breathe, breathe.

Extra sources of annoyance: I'm going to the dentist on Monday but the stupid bus company is having a stupid strike so instead of getting just one bus I have to get a bus, then a train, then walk. And Monday's already a busy day. I have a doctors appoitment (I sound like an invalid) and a huge test in the morning (I don't want to say the name in case I jinx it but it's the kind of test everyone over the age of 17 takes) which I had a really bad dream about last night! Ah yes, last night. Last night was comprised of about five/six hours interupted sleep and nightmares concerning my uncle shouting at my whilst I backed away.

Breathe!

On a slightly better note it was our prize-giving yesterday and I got a prize for English! Which normally would make me really, really happy (I love English, maybe more than I love medicine) but in my current climate remembering yesterday is making me revert back to my old internal battle - am I really doing the right course, I should have applied for English, no Medicine, no English...why can't they do joint honours in Medicine?

Breathe!

I'm going to go now before I start swearing, or worse. Bet you understand the blog's title now, eh. Sorry if I offended anyone or came across brusque and mean. Normally I'm a really nice guy. Honest.

Quick Q: Where can I get a personal attack alarm from? Someone said the police?

And the countdown has begun...

I meant to update this yesterday so I could say "I go away to uni in a fortnight!" but I forgot. So, instead - "I GO TO UNI IN 13 DAYS!!!"

I've almost got everything I need now. There's just a few little bits and bobs, like a pizza slicer (for those all important takeaway nights!) and scales (for when I actually need to cook for myself). Plus I got one of those David Beckham Sharpie pens so I can label everything up with my name. In some ways it's like going to primary school again - you know, where your mum would sew those little name tags into every item of clothing including your socks! Now if Student Finance would get their act together then everything would be alright. But, as per usual, you can't get through to them (one of my friends was on for six hours with no luck), and whatever they tell you doesn't seem to be true.

I know this is anonymous but I'm going to tell you a few things about myself so the blogs actually have some substance to them. I don't drink and so Fresher's Week doesn't seem the time-of-my-life thing that it is to everyone else. And so my main worry at the moment is how to avoid the drinking fest events but still be able to make friends at the same time. Any suggestions?

Apart from that I'm so excited. I've registered and read every morsel of info the uni has sent to me. Although I did get a couple of books of my reading list from my local library and they're kinda boring. And huge! I just hope the lectures make everything a whole lot more interesting!