My evil “D” is driving me nuts. Not only because I’m having a few issues with getting what I want to say written down but also because the stuff I have to read about makes my head hurt.

Why is it that nearly every single topic that involves the brain uses terminology though you need to be a medical student to understand? Ok, yes, I’m an English Language student but that doesn’t stop me from going “wuh?!” at some of the things I’m reading. I think I’m taking the wrong degree. It shouldn’t be English Language & Linguistics. Oh no… I should be studying neuroscience! I guess that’ll teach me for trying to be a smart arse and study something that we’ve had no real instruction in. *sigh* I brought this one upon myself, I know I did… but I still get to complain about it. Still, not much longer until it’s all over and done with. And I will get it finished… oh yes, I will finish it.

One thing that has been amusing me though is some of the early neurological research. They have pictures of the left hand side of the brain and instead of sensory regions etc on the cortex they’ve divided it up into various faculties of the brain. So for example they believed that language was located under the left eye and destructiveness was just above the left ear. So when my darling brother affectionately smacked me across the back of the head I was able to inform me that he’d just whacked me upside of my continuity.

For some reason that sounds far more painful than it should do!

I got him back though. This evening I poked him in his friendship or adhesiveness faculty. And it’s true. He’s no longer adhesive. He tried gripping the wall and just slipped right off it. I feel rather guilty. We’ll just have to see whether or not he’s managed to retain his friendship faculty. If not, we’re a)screwed and b)able to redefine modern neuorscience by proving that the early works were right all along! Controversial!

I’ve been having dreams about brains as well. Big squishy evil ones chasing me through a dark forest. It’s all very disturbing. They either have French or German accents (courtesy of Monsieur Broca and Herr Wernicke) and mock me mercilessly whilst wibbling through dry leaves. Yes, brains wibble. It’s official. My own mind told me so.

I think I really ought to stop trying to think about this for now, or at least carry on writing about aphasia. Or trying to. I can’t seem to get my head round it this evening. All the terms look like Greek to me right now.

On a completely different topic (brains don’t feature!) mummy and I have been watching a programme on Sky One about British weddings. 5 different couples with 5 very different weddings. Last week we had a dress that wasn’t just a meringue it was a whole pavlova. This week we had the 2 divorcees from Newcastle and her dress was absolutely stunning. Very simple, not a meringue in sight. The 3 remaining weddings look to be very comical indeed. One bride to be is a lap dancer, one is getting married after a 30year engagement and the other is a pure perfectionist. Obsessive compulsive doesn’t quite cover it! It really has proven to be gripping viewing. Yes, we’re rather sad people at times.

Tomorrow we’re going bowling, as a family, for a leaving do. Which’ll be fun. And then Saturday is the big boozy lunch at the windmill that I’ve been looking forward to for a long long time. Well, ever since I heard about it anyway!

Right, back to the brains… even if they do make my brain hurt.

AxXx

Arghh!!! I hate the library online! It sucks! And it’s very badly written!

I’m having a bad day. My brain hurts and the internet is against me.

Balls to it.

AxXx

Well I’m home, and I have been for roughly a week now. Having de-spammed my site (I’ve had lots of comments telling me how wonderful viagra is - I’m sure it is, but I don’t particularly want to read about it thank you very much) I’ve come here to make a wee update.

Procrastinate? Me? Never!

So what to say? It’s a little odd being at home if only because my darling brother is working from his room and mummy is now a lady of leisure. Well I say leisure but she now does more stuff than she used to when she had a full time job! It’s crazy. Trying to fit things in is a little hard. So yes, with 3 of us in the house, plus 2 cats, it can feel a little crowded in here. Especially as I’m used to being on my own for most of the day during the hols. Ah well, adaptation is key.

I’m now fully recovered from my icky illness. Well almost fully. I still have a little bit of huskiness to my voice and a wee bit of a cough but that’ll go away eventually. The headache took another week to go away (which wasn’t fun) but I think it’s gone for good now. Fingers crossed. I never want to be hit with something like that again.

So now all I have to do is plough through the work that has built up nicely for Easter. It shouldn’t be too bad once I get going, it’s just the getting going that’s the hard bit. But with mum here egging me on I can’t really avoid it, which is a very good thing.

Speaking of which, I ought to go eat lunch and then get on with some reading. Joy. I have a whole load of books to get through *sigh* bring on June me thinks!

AxXx

It’s that time of term again… then end of term. Oh yes, my room is now contained in boxes and bags. It’s amazing just how much stuff you can acquire! Apparently they’re in no hurry to clear out this building so I’m just gonna leave it all locked in my room for now and then shift it to the attic tomorrow.

One day I will learn the art of minimalist living.

The bean bag seems like a bad idea right now as it takes up a whole bag to itself! Dagnabbit. But as I say, it’s done. And in 5 weeks I get to unpack it all again. Joy! Don’t know if I’ll bother unpacking it all though, there doesn’t seem to be much point as it will be my last term here. Getting it home is going to be a challenge but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

I’m feeling a lot healthier than I was. Still nice and husky but the light headedness has gone. I’ve also been able to eat today which makes me very happy indeed. Food is good. Yas.

Right now I’m off to the bar to see who else is still around. The end of term is always an odd time, and next term I’ll be packing up for good *sob* it’s a scary thought!

Right, to the bar!

Not well at all.

I’ve been stuck in my room since saturday morning with aches and pains and coughs and things. It’s not nice.

Plus everyting I drink now tastes odd… and I don’t know why *sigh*

Hopefully I’ll get better over the weekend, just in time for me to go home.

I’m gonna go away again now as staring at the screen is giving me a headache on top of the one I already have.

Much love to all,

AxXx

A Paddle sir, is 6 consequtive shots done whilst the rest of the students in the bar sing the college song. The college song (for anybody who doesn’t know by this point) is called “Gentlemen of Castle” and is sung to the tune of “Land of Hope and glory”.

As you will be able to see from the following pics, it’s not very pleasant!

Shot 1:

Shot 3:

Shot 5:

Shot 6:

I can’t remember the order the shots came in but I know I had Malibu, Archers, Sambuca, Sherry, Grand Marnier & Jack Daniels.

And as you can see Mr Leahy, I insisted upon the evening being Black Tie. Not all youngsters these days are so bad!

But the paddle? It really did finish me off. We went out to a club and came home again fairly promptly.

So there you have it. Documented evidence of what was a rather fabulous evening.

AxXx

Apologies for my absence, was having a few issues getting in to the site to update. But I’m here now
I had an absolutely fabulous birthday weekend. It was the 1st anniversary of my 21st birthday and The Boy came up especially. Woo! Friday night we had a black tie bar crawl. It ended in me doing a paddle (which was fine) and then going out (which was not so fine). The evening ended fairly promptly!

Saturday (my actualy birthday) we had a morning of sitting in bed and opening cards and pressies. We both got excited about bubble wrap… oh dear! This was followed a lovely extended lunch in Hide, drinks in the afternoon and then dinner at this tiny little Italian restaurant that I didn’t even know existed! The evening was rounded off with champers and cocktails (back in Hide - well it would be rude not to!) and i sat there, my friends around me, My Boy across the table, and balloons on the table (yay!) and felt like one of the luckiest people alive.

Now though it’s back to work. D-day is drawing ever closer and at the same time I have to organise an open mic night and attempt to cross things off my to-do list. It’s not going very well!

I didn’t think being 22 would be this hectic!

Right, I’d best dash as I have to get to the post office before my tutorial today. I can do this…

AxXx