Day Three Hundred and Forty Seven

Bachelor of Pharmacy = F I N

Orals went a little bit crappier than I wanted, but hey, I'm done.

And I get to see him tomorrow!!! :) :) :) :) :) (he managed to sign his contract early so he's free!)

n.b. never wear red lipstick unless you want to be hit on. continually. true story.

Day Three Hundred and Forty Six

I am less than 24 hours away from finishing my Pharmacy (and hopefully, first) degree...

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Day Three Hundred and Forty Five

One more one more one more!

Day Three Hundred and Forty Four

I am raging right now. Just found a veritable cache of gold... two exams too late.

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Raging!!

Day Three Hundred and Forty Two AND Forty Three

ALL BLACKS, YOU BEAUTIES!

Day Three Hundred and Forty Two

Motivation, where art thou?

Day Three Hundred and Forty One

I think I semi-owned that exam. Not total ownage... but enough to get me at least a high A to A+. My hand aches and it got incredibly veiny from the amount of writing I was doing.

I think I swallowed some of my hair when I was trimming my fringe. And now it pokes the back of my throat when I swallow.

Day Three Hundred and Forty

Law was piss easy. In fact, I wish I hadn't reserved two days studying for it. Well, granted that if you were to add up all the hours that I spent over those two days actually studying, you'd probably get an aggregate of... four hours or so.

Partial agonist, you are mine;

you come when I'm unhappy,

and leave when I'm content.

I suppose you could have been

a dose of haloperidol to knock

madness out of me completely.

But then I'd end up a shaking

wreck of myself once more,

no better that I was before.

(well, aripiprazole is a partial agonist for dopamine receptors and does just that... except, I thought this metaphor could be extended).

postscript: remember that big fat ugly beast of an elective project? IT'S GOING TO BE PUBLISHED.

P U B L I S H E D! xx

oh, one day if you have the need to look up some paper on social pharmacy, you can google my name on pubmed/ovid... and come up with a journal article. with my name on it. squeeeee

Day Three Hundred and Thirty Seven AND Thirty Eight

I am being massively distracted by the All Blacks.

Also, it's been raining non stop since the morning. Funsies.

The colour's disappeared from my view,

when you took it all away with you.

I sit and watch as the skies above turn to grey,

the vibrant tones of the world washed away.

So I'll just sit and ask you once more.

Look back towards me, turn around please,

all I ask is for you to think before you leave.

............................................................................. procrastination at its best. sfdljksdflkjsfd now back to law.

Day Three Hundred and Thirty Five AND Thirty Six

I am staring outside my window...

... and I can see a pair of legs dangling outside my neighbour's window.

It's such a beautiful day - a shame that I am stuck inside studying. Well, I suppose if I had no exams, I'd still be inside. Probably baking or something.

Progress is going swimmingly. I'm one lecture and three workshops away from finishing my entire run through of this semester's material. Of course, it remains to be seen whether or not I've retained any of it.

Also FYI health sciences admission lady: if you did look through my transcript as you claimed to have done so, you will note that my weighted GPA is sitting around 7.9... with potential to move up to 8.00.

so... screw you.

p.s. ALL BLACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day Three Hundred and Thirty Four

... I am at a disadvantage because of my pharmacy degree for post graduate entry.

Well, this blows.

First of all: my degree is harder to do well in compared to your normal run-of-the-mill BSc

Secondly: my degree owns BScs in terms of usefulness and relevance

Thirdly: If the admissions lady is telling me to look for a back up plan when she is looking at one of the top ten students in pharmacy, well, that just sucks now, doesn't it.

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Also, I got so sick of Firefox crashing on me that I have now switched to Chrome. What I dislike about Chrome is that it tracks my every single move and so the next person to open Chrome will be able to see my recently closed pages... and thus, know who I have been stalking. I still have to work out how to go incognito.

Finally, exam study is going shit. Nothing is going into my head, even though my room is covered in pieces of paper with various names and mechanisms of drugs scribbled on them.

Things I would like to do in the summer:

- go to Tunnel Beach

- eat out lots

- watch a lot of Backstreet Boys music videos

Day Three Hundred and Twenty

myeyesarebleeding.

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