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I am the king of remembering my own password, and to blog...

Oh yeah, I'm bringing the one word story back.

Sorry I've forgotten for the past few weeks, I'd give soe cock-and-bull reason but we know how this works now: I forget for weeks on end, then post an inadequate one and carry on as usual. No questions asked.

FIRST THINGS FIRST! CROATIA, YOU GUYS. I'M SUPER PUMPED. At first I just kept looking at the threads and being like 'ahhhh, totally can't afford it' and hid in shame but I got really sad at the thought of all of you in Croatia missing me so badly, I wrote out my budget and got on it. Best decision I've ever made I'll wager.

Tonight our house is having a party for my housemate's birthday, it's viking themed so I've seretly made a longboat out of cardboard at a friends house so we can rock in to the party in that and bought him a mead horn so ale can be quaffed in true viking style.

Not a lots happened this week, I've been really busy writing my mini-dissertation which is just fingerbreaking shit. Oh yeah,and I caught three fish this week :D AND I got myself a gig booked, all to myself. TERRIFIED.

Lily says hi, as does Will.

I knew from the beginning this blog wasn't going to be up to par, but this is really terrible now and people are starting to turn up so I have to go. Somebody give me a text next Thursday because it seems I really do need a kick up the arse to remember things these days. You guys rock, keep on blogging as you do. I'm missing you all and can't wait for Croatia.

Love to your mothers.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,

Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

It's Burns night. Btw.
We're cooking haggis, neeps and tatties.
(I get a wee one person sized veggie-haggis.)

So, Croatia. Amiright?
Actually very excited.

Friday night I went to GHQ, Edinburgh's big gay hotspot.
Fantastic night. Spent a fair majority of it dancing with some elderly queens.
Every time I ordered myself a gin, got the barman to made me an additional drink of his choice.
Such a gorgeous level of drunk. Was an unplanned farewell to alcohol.
I've decided to take some time off for a bit. I like waking up not-hungover. And also, feel on some level it was sending me a wee bit crazy.
Not tee-totalling, just cutting down.
Limiting myself to house-parties and special occasions. And, well - an occasional bottle of wine with a meal isn't exactly the end of the world.
It's a lenient resolution, but yes. A reduction nonetheless.

And Tommmmmmm, every time I open Chrome I get a thumbnail image of the Mongooses and a penis. It's very distracting.

This is a short one, as today has been fairly stressful.
Trying to sort out third year. So many conversations about stuff I'm tired of words.


This is what a haggis looks like in the wild.
I'm no kidding.

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House woes and kidneys.

Time for a blog I guess.

This week has been mostly an uneventful one. Going back to lectures after a month or so off was a bit of a struggle and by Friday morning all the 9 o’clock starts had taken their toll and I was super tired. I did manage to make it to all my lectures though so good news there. I like learning about kidneys a lot, they’re totally cool organs, I would be friends with them.

Yesterday I spent all day on the sofa feeling terribly hungover, I managed to get some serious skyrim done though, I think that game might kill me.

This week I think I have looked around 10 houses. You would think this would be an ample number to see in order to find one that is liked by all my housemates, but apparently it isn't. We saw an absolutely incredible house on Thursday, it was laid out over 4 floors and had a conservatory and 2 kitchens and about a million showers and it wasn’t even very expensive, the only downside was it was in the Stokes Croft/St Paul’s area of Bristol. It was 1 minute away from the Tesco where there were loads of riots and about 5 minutes away from the nightclub where like 3 people got stabbed last year, it was a little bit scary. So anyway, the house search will continue this week.

On Tuesday evening I was the keenest bean and went to an extra lecture by Dr Keir Shiels who was on that junior doctors TV program. He talked about paediatric emergencies and mentioned lots of doctory things, all of which I understood and it was actually very interesting.

Ok this week I had a revelation. You know those pens which have like 4 different colours in them? Well, I always saw them as a shit idea and secretly judged anyone who used them. Anyway, I found one in a lecture theatre the other day and gave it a go. My god, they are the most useful things I have ever used, EVER. My notes are now a riot of colour.

Sometimes I get a really strong urge to wash my hands. Like I can just be sitting in my room or whatever and suddenly feel that my hands are dirty and I really need to wash them. That’s normal right? RIGHT?

I saw this on reddit the other day and it made so mad and sad and at the end happy. It is worth a watch:

 This isn’t a medical comic at all but it made me laugh and I don’t really know why.

CROATIA AAAHH

Bad Tom.

BUT YAY. Glad you've come back to us.

Sorry about the no-show last week, I was in Glasgow, or Aberfoyle. Somewhere Scottish.

So yeah, back at Uni.
Arrived here on last Friday, been lecturing since Monday.
The Saturday before I went up to Scotland for friendly purposes. Got very drunk with my dad the day before, which resulted in me vomiting behind a petrol station in Glasgow and at the side of the road on the way to Aberfoyle.

Went on lovely walks and saw lovely sights in Aberfoyle.
Went to lovely pubs and saw lovely bars in Glasgow.
Heavily recommend The Book Club, some may say its too 'consciously cool' others might say - shuddup, it's pretty and has a ping pong table and old video games.

Being back in Edinburgh has been gorgeous.
Went out on Friday. All the drinking.
Went to Georgie's on Saturday for a lovely wee party.
Juan's briefly on Sunday for his birthday.
Had him and a bunch of others over on Monday. I cooked risotto for eleven, Richard cooked two upside down cakes, we drank a silly amount of wine, exchanged our Secret Santa presents, played charades. Beaut.

Didn't unpack until yesterday. Last night being the first night I actually slept in my room since getting back. Preferring the sofa / other flat over my wee hovel. (It's all lovely now though.)

OH.
And I've had interviews with some awesome scientist guys and have two summer placements to chose from.
First guy was adorable, he's a neuroscientist and works in using stem cells to treat MS, motor neurone disease and frontal lobe dementia. He chatted away for ages and bought me a coffee.
Second guy was quite nervous and shy, but he gave me a tour of the labs. He works in studying the transcription factors found in hematopoietic stem cell progeny that result in leukaemia.
So yeah. Exciting.
Both said they'd fit me in whenever if I decided to go with them, so I'm gonna go for July onwards so we can party hard in June.

I'm undecided about joint blog.
I think if we take a few weeks, see how we get along on our own - if more people start posting more often, then I reckon we should remain solo.
Merging should only be considered if we cannot support ourselves.

I'd like to finish this on a photo, but I can't think of any gooduns.
Though Will, I am enjoying your Doctor comics, each week I share them with my medic buddies cos I'm clearly the coolest cat.

BAI NOW