Stuff Fahye Did With Her Five-Day Weekend:

- Completed the two assignments due today.

- Managed to competently ignore my immunology reading, through the simple method of not being able to get through more than half a page before my brain shut down in self-defence. Oh God. This course is going to kill me.

- Turned up to the figure skating competition with the full intention of helping my mother with tech support and administration, and ended up being roped into judging instead. (Me: But I've only trial-judged two test sessions before! No comps! UM! Head judge: You'll be fine!)

- Watched really, really, really ridiculous amounts of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

- Coughed so much my back started to give me hell.

- As a direct result of the above, discovered one of the downsides of having doctors for parents, which is differential diagnosis:

Me (wanting some kind of sympathetic parental 'I'm sure it'll be fine!' sentiment): My back's started hurting when I cough.
Mum: Does it hurt when you take deep breaths as well?
Me: A bit?
Mum: Localised or general pain?
Me: Uhhhhnotsure.
Mum: Well, you could have pleurisy or you could have cracked a rib or you could have inherited your father's poor spinothoracic regions and have intermittent nerve pinching.
Me: ...FANTASTIC.

(no subject)

nankjdaNNNNF okay, note to self and world at large: sour cherry Roll-Ups are PRETTY DAMN SOUR. Clearly I have been spoilt by the watermelon ones.

*gulps water*

Everyone and his dog is reacting to 'Maelstrom' at the moment, and you're all being lovely and keeping it under cut tags for those of us who have to wait for downloads to appear, but I must say that I am eyeing the wild variety in LJ moods with GREAT TREPIDATION.

ETA: ...wow. How completely fucking mature.