And then comes a time, when the clouds break open and the sun warms the icebound lands. That is when the wonder happens for that is the day the med students walk the Earth again, free of their XBoxes and their beds ;)
I shall not talking about uni because talking about it might break the mental walls I built and let my PTSD flood over my brain and bring back the pain and horror. All you need to know is that I am a survivor of the horrible menace known as Public Health and Management, and I have the psychological scars to prove it! Dear gods, please make it so that I shall never go through this until I am dead and buried deep, deep underground.
But I can talk about how happy I am that Game of Thrones is back, even if I am convinced that George R. R. Martin sits in a dark corner of his room, giggling hysterically as he throws sharp poisonous arrows in our hearts. Don't get me started on my absolute fondness of the Lannisters and how I love it when their crazy shows, or about Jon Snow's impressive grumpy face or how intimidating and fierce I find the fact that the Stark words are 'Winter is coming'. I have a lot of thoughts about this imaginary world, we should all catch up and I can talk your ear off about my feelings, seriously guys, let me talk about my love!!
Got up to date with The Hunger Games, and while it did not make it's place in my heart as I expected it too, I must admit that I am head over heels in love with Jennifer Lawrence and her ridiculous face and I am immensely amused by Peeta, the baker named after a type of bread. Got cravings for carbs after every chapter I read. So dumb yet so endearing.
And the new obsession that has been eating all hours of the day and the priceless hours of the night that I so desperately need for sleep: Assassin's Creed. There is a slim chance I will be found dead one day, clutching an XBox controller and wearing an assassin's cape I made out of the paper I printed my Urology book on. I blame this on the awesomeness that is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Can you really blame me?
And however crazy this period must've been, I will forever remember it because of the fun times I had with my uni group. I love them all so much and we stood up together to this danger known as statistics. We were helped by giant bottles of wine and horrendous yet delicious quantities of pizza and junk food and we came out of this… well, to be honest, plumper but happier.
We were also helped by sunny days and a lovely walk in the park to get the blood flowing before we'd barricade ourselves inside the house behind empty pizza box forts and wine glasses.
We sported the look made popular my medical students in all the land: pasty white skin.
And apparently I needed a gentle hand and some prodding and coaching when it came to posing :))
Okay, more prodding and poking than actual coaching, but when one is outnumbered all one can do is smile and hope the camera won't catch any embarrassing moments.
In case you ever wondered how I get my hair to be so bouncy.
Wearing: Lashez dress, H&M belt, Nine West boots, Mango coat.
And after all that coaching, I still couldn't get it right. Damn.
The Boy realized he created a monster. Or a gamer. Insert evil laughter here ;)
Study groups are even more fun when there's pizza and video games. I am sure there's a serious scientific study that proves my theory. Look it up, it's true.
(PS: Keep your eyes on this place, dear readers, I've got a surprise giveaway for you by the end of this week. Pretty things for pretty people await!)
Song of the Day: The Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar