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oh, college
On the one hand, there's the fact that I was interrupted in my study by boys wearing nothing more than budgie-smugglers and sparkly bow ties*, banging on the library window and asking me to wave to them.
And on the other hand there's the fact that when I was going back to my room the boys were still hanging around the courtyard, chatting, still clad in the same fascinating fashion (insulated against the winter chill, one assumes, by alcohol), and they apologised for annoying me. And one of them told me that I was very dedicated and he hoped I would be his brain surgeon one day.
(There's no way they could know I'm a med student. They were extrapolating -- correctly, sigh -- from the 'studying in library on Wednesday night, which is the night College kids get officially pissed' thing.)
I just. COLLEGE BOYS. Four seasons in one day, man. I am far too amused to be annoyed.
Nothing new to report, really! I'm settling into what will be my routine for the next eight weeks: hospital 9-5, dinner, two hours of study in the library, collapsing and reading books or rewatching episodes of Avatar until I fall asleep. Mostly reading books. Do you want to know how many books I've read so far this month? FIFTEEN. Granted, I had a week off, but that is still a ridiculous number of books for someone who is panicked about her exams. I think the more panicked I get, the more my brain flops around and frets and eventually hijacks my body into reading a novel out of a pure need for distraction.
*It says something about living in the ever-changing environment that is Women's College that this failed to raise even the tiniest flicker of surprise in me.
And on the other hand there's the fact that when I was going back to my room the boys were still hanging around the courtyard, chatting, still clad in the same fascinating fashion (insulated against the winter chill, one assumes, by alcohol), and they apologised for annoying me. And one of them told me that I was very dedicated and he hoped I would be his brain surgeon one day.
(There's no way they could know I'm a med student. They were extrapolating -- correctly, sigh -- from the 'studying in library on Wednesday night, which is the night College kids get officially pissed' thing.)
I just. COLLEGE BOYS. Four seasons in one day, man. I am far too amused to be annoyed.
Nothing new to report, really! I'm settling into what will be my routine for the next eight weeks: hospital 9-5, dinner, two hours of study in the library, collapsing and reading books or rewatching episodes of Avatar until I fall asleep. Mostly reading books. Do you want to know how many books I've read so far this month? FIFTEEN. Granted, I had a week off, but that is still a ridiculous number of books for someone who is panicked about her exams. I think the more panicked I get, the more my brain flops around and frets and eventually hijacks my body into reading a novel out of a pure need for distraction.
*It says something about living in the ever-changing environment that is Women's College that this failed to raise even the tiniest flicker of surprise in me.
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BANZAI BONUS BABY!
(... it's a pickle, the thing in her mouth.)
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Awww, see, he *knows* he'll need a full brain transplant to deal with the Real World