Decades...

The other day I looked out of the window and it was snowing. Lots. And at some point during the day I said "The last time I saw snow like this was a decade ago". I've never felt so old.

And now we start a new decade. Normally, I like New Years. We stay up, sometimes have friends over, watch the fireworks, go out onto the close (or cul-de-sac if you're weird) and I watch whilst everyone else gets drunk on champagne and we all try and sing Auld Lands Syn or whatever it's called and I just goldfish and promise myself I'll learn the words for next year. It's fun, I enjoy it.

This year I went to bed so I would be able to wake up early enough to do some revision. I haven't wrote the annual new year's diary entry (the only diary entry I write nowadays) and I fell asleep to the sound of neighbours setting off fireworks. I didn't sleep, not really. 2 hours proper sleep interspersed with 6 hours of on-edge-semi-slumber isn't sleep. I haven't slept since. This does not bode well, especially considering I have an exam in 5 days, I go back to uni in 3 (assuming the new layer of snow goes) and I still haven't managed to go over every topic once. Sigh. Hopefully this isn't going to be the template for the rest of the year.

2009 started off bad. Cambridge rejection. Exams. General all round stress. I realised that as much as I loved the 7 years I spent at my high school I was majorly stressed all the time. Since going to uni I've felt so much lighter, if you know what I mean. Until, of course, this "holiday" if you can call it that. During what type of holiday do you get up at 7:30 to revise and miss playing in the 6-8 inches of snow that fell today (mum got the car onto the close and then had to be pushed back up the drive by the neighbours - it hasn't stopped snowing all day and she has to go into work tomorrow cause of a deadline :( ) so you can revise. Revise. Revise. Revise. Man, I feel sick.

But no. This year will be better. This decade will be better. I've been given an opportunity to change, to make new friends (who have been keeping in touch over the holiday - good sign??) and to have a fresh start. And, as my brother keeps saying, "you chose the profession, stop moaning about all the work".

Look out, world. Here I come :D

Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred...

minutes, how do you measure/measure a year??

I love Rent. It's an amazing film!!!! Not entirely sure why I'm plugging now, especially since I saw it over a week ago but I couldn't put the title to this blog on my Facebook page immeadiately after I saw it because my laptop died :( But now it's alive again!!!!! Although it is scheduled for programmed death and revival in 2 weeks time. Pray for it, please.

Sorry. I'm in a very odd mood today. It's snowing!!! YEyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I love snow. Honestly, at the first mention of snow or the first snowflake on the weather map and I revert back to my six year old self! Snow is amazing. Snowballs are amazing. Snow men, snow flakes, snow angels.... Unfortunately instead of being out in the snow I'm stuck inside looking at it. Stupid exams, eugh! And, unlike last year, it's not a case of "oh well, it doesn't matter if I don't learn it properly because come the end of June I'll never have to know about it ever again". Now it's a case of "if I don't learn this properly someone may die!". It's no wonder medics have high depression/suicide rates. We have the lives of the entire population of Britain resting on our small shoulders!!!!!!!!!!

Skipping back again to last Friday - I had prosection!!!! And...I didn't like it. Not as much as I thought I would. Normally I'm fine with the whole dead body thing but for some reason (and I blame the fact I was still recovering from the flu) I really didn't enjoy it. For starters they still looked like real bodies to me. And it stank, a lot. But the main reason that they were mutilated. The first specimen was the legs of a woman, everything from the waist down. Where was the rest of her??? Why wasn't her head near her body???? And then there was the pelvis of a man that had been cut so there was one ball on one side and the other ball on the other. And the poor old lady who will forever be staring down at the floor (if she could see through her eyelids) with her breasts dangling down so we could see the spinal cord. T.S. Eliot's "I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs; Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest" for some reason sprang to mind...

On a brighter note - David Tennant's reign of Doctor Who-ness may be coming to an end (sob, sob, why oh why??????) but his version of Hamlet is on on Boxing Day!!!!!! All 3 hours of it!!!!!! Suffice to say Mum and Brother are making plans not to be in the house that day lol.

And now I'm going to go. The plan for today is to finish writing up all my genetic and embryology notes and then finish the notes on all the different types of glands. Steep, I know. But Cranford will be my reward at the end xxx

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