Blonde Eyebrows

Hey chicks and chaps. Hows life? I really haven’t been bothered with this thing for ages, but I don’t want the lovely people at OD to delete it (three years of my ramblings..!) so I am forced to pop in and at least write a token entry.

What can I say? Nursing. Still love it of course, still have no desire to be an actual nurse. Liverpool is wonderful, although cold. The man situation, disastrous as always – but more on that later. I’m actually at home at the moment, freezing my toes off in the half built, mostly electricity-less attic, drinking red wine (which I have just spilt all over my beautiful new skirt, necessitating much shrieking and running downstairs to consult the mother over the best way to remove said beverage from tweed – nice tweed by the way – and subsequent washing of beautiful skirt) and trying to force my laptop which entirely refuses to attach to the internet that it really DOES want to install a new display driver, whatever that may be. That was a long sentence, I am quite out of breath.

The man situation – I went on another (naturally) disastrous date late night. Well, to call it disastrous is probably a bit of an over-statement (I’ve been on worse…) seeing as the guy was lovely, and we found loads to talk about – there wasn’t an awkward silence all evening. But. Blonde eyebrows? They were the kind of feature that once you notice, you can’t stop staring at. He was just generally not my type and I hadn’t realised (vodka goggles) that I didn’t really fancy him. Which is a shame, cos he is so nice (too nice, some might say) and certainly not unattractive. But I think I am yet destined to walk my path alone. The other thing is that he seems to really like me, and I have no desire to see him again. I hate being the bitch.

My long standing confusion over somebody was further confused last month when under the heavy influence of alcohol we did more than the fast-becoming usual kissing. Boys are strange creatures and I am strange when with them. Perhaps the less said on this matter the better.

Nursing at the moment is ok, but I am still determined to get into medical school. I’ve never wanted to do anything else. I must be a doctor. Must must must. It seems impossible at the moment though, but I have no idea what to do otherwise. It’s not an option.

The house is great, we’re all getting along and having a ball. I seem to be making better friends with all the other people in my group too. People who I didn’t like so much last year, or didn’t have time for, or who scared me, or who I just plain couldn’t stand are bizarrely starting to become friends and drinking partners. Odd. I’m also class rep – I had to be voted in, and while I don’t care so much about giving up the first monday of every month to boring meetings, it means so much to me that my classmates think highly enough of me to vote for me. First step class rep, next step world domination.

Well, I am freezing and ready for bed. Leave me greetings!

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