"I'm a runaway son of a nuclear A-bomb."

Considering I sometimes live on Red Bull, caffeine, cigarettes and sugar, I am trying to score some good points with my future doctor and at least enjoy a healthy breakfast. I might be a hypochondriac but at least I know for sure I will never die of avitaminosis :))

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Cardiology is the equivalent of bashing one's brain with a pillow wrapped around a brick and still loving it to bits at the end of the day. Every day is just a way to prove that as much as we think we know we are still as dumb as a sack of potatoes when it comes to a lot of stuff in the grand medical scheme of things. Still loving every minute of it though ♥

I am so tired that I spent yesterday doing nothing but sleeping and eating (seriously, babies should stop crying and complaining, this is the best. life. ever!) but I am enjoying it all so much, to the point that the "Guess the Diagnosis!" game I play with random strangers in the subway in the morning has gotten much more interesting with the added cardiovascular option. High-five! Anyone? Anyone? No? Damn.

Now I just need to get my head on straight and figure out EKGs. Damn them squiggly lines.

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This is what my darling Roxana calls our "modelling pose", I call it our "girls will be girls" pose :))

Spent a lovely Friday night at the Next Film Fest. Saw three really good shorts (Six Shooter, West Bank Story and The Mozart of Pickpockets) and loved them all even if we left before the end because the need to eat overpowered our need to watch movies. Let me tell you, midnight drives in search of hummus and wine do make weekends that much better.

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Sunday was spent eating and watching tv shows. The Boy bought a coconut and then proceeded to bash it into submission while I pranced around the kitchen singing the Monty Python song.






Because some days are made to be lazy.

We also went and saw Sucker Punch. I read so many bad reviews but I personally loved it. I didn't go in expecting a movie about the answer to the question of life, the universe and everything (I'll go read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for that) and it was just what I wanted: a fun, thrilling, kick-ass movie that, even with some of its really glaring mistakes, was very entertaining. I'm all for girl power and honestly, if I could fight dragons and zombie robots while wearing thigh-highs and heels I would love every moment of it :)

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And of course one week cannot go by without an improvised photoshoot. Sunny days are still the equivalent of the Holy Grail around here and that means I am milking every ray of sun for what it's worth.

I'm amused by the fact that my posing face looks almost exactly like my I-have-been-sleeping-just-3-hours-a-night-because-I've-been-going-through-all-the-seasons-of-Black-Books-in-one-night face. Hmm.



It was also one of the last days last week when my hair looked okay. I am currently looking like a poodle who has been bathed in a bathtub with a toaster because of the daily rains. It's the kind of sacrifice I make for the chance to wear my favorite wellies :P






Still had that Monty Python song in my head :))









Wearing: Depot 96 dress, Mango sweater, Accessorize tights, Musette boots, vintage belt, Parfois bracelet.



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Song of the Day: Skunk Anansie - Search and Destroy