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Ow, ow, ow, I am typing and clicking the mouse with my middle finger at the moment because my poor index finger is developing a bruise from the vicious disposable lancet that we used to get a blood sample during my parasitology lab. I wasn't sure if I'd bleed well because I have kind of shitty peripheral circulation sometimes, but, well, I bled. Boy, did I ever! No modest drops welling up on the skin for me, no, my finger got really into the whole thing and started gushing everywhere. It was hilarious because I was the first person to get my finger pricked, and I was standing there chatting to my lab partner as she calmly pipetted the sample into an epi, and there was blood just streaming down between my fingers and everyone else in the queue for pricking looked kind of like: o_O
Er, I've realised that I've been talking more than usual about things like body parts and blood and dead people, all of which I find to be very cool, but...are you guys all right with it? Am I upsetting anyone? I can make an effort to put things behind cuts if you'd prefer.
Anyway, tomorrow I am taking the bus to and from Sydney for the USyd open day. I need to inspect a couple of res colleges (I am not living in the same corridor as a horde of drunken undergrads) and pick up some Arts/Law pamphlets for my brother. Arts/Law at USyd requires a completely ridiculous UAI, something like 99.85, but he's crazy smart (just got 100% for his HSC musicology essay) so he's got a fair shot.
USyd gets NO love, however, for the online administrative snafu that gave me a minor heart attack ten minutes ago: having booked my interview slot as soon as I got the email, and then promptly snapped up one of the last two non-refundable discount bus fares for that day, I arrived home this afternoon to an email explaining that there'd been an error and could I please re-book my interview?
Me: ASDJKADGDAJQ!!!
But there were still some places left in my preferred slot. Thank goodness. WELL DONE, USYD. THIS HAD BETTER NOT SET THE TONE FOR THE REST OF OUR LONG AND BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP.
Er, I've realised that I've been talking more than usual about things like body parts and blood and dead people, all of which I find to be very cool, but...are you guys all right with it? Am I upsetting anyone? I can make an effort to put things behind cuts if you'd prefer.
Anyway, tomorrow I am taking the bus to and from Sydney for the USyd open day. I need to inspect a couple of res colleges (I am not living in the same corridor as a horde of drunken undergrads) and pick up some Arts/Law pamphlets for my brother. Arts/Law at USyd requires a completely ridiculous UAI, something like 99.85, but he's crazy smart (just got 100% for his HSC musicology essay) so he's got a fair shot.
USyd gets NO love, however, for the online administrative snafu that gave me a minor heart attack ten minutes ago: having booked my interview slot as soon as I got the email, and then promptly snapped up one of the last two non-refundable discount bus fares for that day, I arrived home this afternoon to an email explaining that there'd been an error and could I please re-book my interview?
Me: ASDJKADGDAJQ!!!
But there were still some places left in my preferred slot. Thank goodness. WELL DONE, USYD. THIS HAD BETTER NOT SET THE TONE FOR THE REST OF OUR LONG AND BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP.
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I just managed to put a colleague off his lunch by talking about a mucocele of the appendix that came in this morning: the contents of the appendix looked like egg yolk, all glutinous and bright yellow. Fascinating!
In other words, definitely not bothering me! *g*
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