#whoneedsahaircurler

Honestly, who does? Compare taking half an hour to ten minutes to curl my hair. I should've converted ages ago.
Also, managed to find E. his graduation present, wandering into a store which had an introductory 50% of all items, and a pair of new earrings aaaand managing to find a book at the library which has been elusive to find makes for a lovely day.

(honestly though, you'd think with a refit which has meant that the library has had to relocate to a much smaller premises and thus, offer only a very small selection of books would mean that I would have great difficulty finding books that I've been looking for... but noooooo, each and every time I've been in, I've managed to find a book that I've been hunting for ages for).

postscript

iTunes, sort your shit out. I would like to legitimately purchase something but unfortunately, that item is not available in NZ. you are practically asking me to find myself a pirated version.
why on earth are some items are available in the US/UK stores and not elsewhere?

p.s. i also love dropbox because all my photos are immediately ferried to my laptop. so fuck you, SD card.

#technologicallyineptftw

so when my samsung galaxy s3 decided to crash on me and display a message informing me that my SD card had met its untimely end, i was like

a) what have i stored on my SD card and 

b) will i lose it all

c) mainly, will i lose all my messages

because of my OCD tendencies, i decided that i would reformat my SD card (ergo, lose everything i had stored on it) to remove the annoying message up the top of my phone. 

clearly, not understanding my phone's memory capabilities was advantageous because i clearly didn't know how to utilise my SD card... because there was nothing on it to lose when i reformatted my phone.

end of the day: me: 1, phone: 0. 

and if my phone keeps busting moves like this, i'm going to seriously consider dumping it and getting an iPhone. 

#don'twantholidaystoend

Read above.


I'm happy. He makes me happy. I can't quite decide whether or not I want to come back here for my clinical years. I suppose where he is, I'll be happy... insertsappyshit.
But it's a blog. So I'm allowed to put up sappy shit. However, it irks me immensely when people treat Facebook like a journal because you're just asking for people to gossip about you.

Also, after a month of no carbs during one meal a day, is that a thigh gap I finally see?! Legit. Maybe I don't need to return to the gym after all...

#ravingaboutcoffee

it's taken me several years, but i finally comprehend the reason as to why my father loves his espresso maker. honestly, liquid gold drips forth from the machine. i think i may finally move on from mochas...

also, things are just so much better up here in the north. except i consider the deep south my home still - as much as i hate it sometimes. but the simplicity of the Edinburgh of the south somehow seems preferable to the hustle of life up here.

#homelife

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY GIGS OF DATA. this is going to be flipping awesome. plus decent shower pressure. 

downside: i have a shitty mattress which doesn't seem very supportive for my back. and there is a massive daddy-long-legs sitting in the corner of my bed. i hope we come to a mutual understanding over the next four weeks. 

#med2isover

Gah, I can't believe that was one year of medicine done. This year rocketed by so quickly that I barely had time to pause for breath. It only feels like yesterday that I sat in Colquhoun for the first time during Med O-Week and had bitter thoughts going through my head because the people around me were all so damn young. I felt that my place back in 2009 had been robbed from me. But looking back now, I think I've accepted the fact that yes, my friends will now be doctors, while I will be only be a third year medical student. But I'm okay with that now.
I've made peace with the fact that I wasn't ready for medicine five years ago. Probably still not, but at least better equipped and able to learn from mistakes from my forebears coughnotleavingstudyuntilseptembercough. Bloody hell, this is beginning to sound like an HIC essay. I've come to love the friends I've made like a family and I have to say, being friends with them makes it totes okay to be four years behind.

One year down. Four more to go.