Part two! (of something or rather)

In my last post, I promised you a couple of things. And now, I plan to break them in true Medkid (yours trully) style. By breaking my promise to break my promises. Yeah!~

So the question was, "How exactly are you spending your time Mr. MedKid???"

Let me see.

1. gurlfran
2. procrastinating
3. gaming (Oh Diablo II, how I have missed thee~)
4. parkouring
5. studying
6. taking pictures

(like here! can you spot my sisters?! There are two of them, I think.)

And the things I SHOULD be doing?

1. studying *duh*
2. earning monies
3. blogging more often sighies 

Yeah!

So this was one of those posts where I had a great idea, wrote a bunch of awesome dotpoints, and prayed to God that the idea would stick in my head. Or even better, perhaps even ferment a bit and blossom into a nice, well rounded, well written post. But it was not to be. Soz, blogger, I have failed thee. But no! There was something important I was supposed to rage about... but I forget what... huh. 

Another QUALITY POST, by MedKid!

So... study break?

I've finally realised how much I miss you guys. Sob. All this med this is starting to get to me. I think I'm having a nervous breakdown. No not really, I just like the attention of pretending to have one. 

ANYWAY, I'm going back to Adelaide tomorrow morning. How fun; 5.00am wake up yeah! And the fact that I'm returning to hours and hours of hardwork and study and muddy water and slow internet. Damn that get the blood pumping. I don't know. I think the holidays have made me somewhat apathetic: I can't be stuffed doing anything. Or it could be the sleep deprivation. 

As for holiday study, I can't say I didn't do any. But I just haven't done enough. 


In fact, heres a list of the stuff I DID do:

• catch up with friends
• form a band
• crash Melbourne uni
• a bit of homework
• and um... that's about it

How sad. I think I'll go for a run now. BRB TTYL LOL BATBYGOBSTOPL!

--- *run run run* ---

OK! That was totally gay. I think I swallowed a fly. o___O And now I'm all hot and sweaty...


So anyway! Where was I. Yes, leaving Melbourne tomorrow. Again. Tonight's going to be the last time I sleep in my own bed, for a while at least. Because I'm going to be sleeping with your mum for the next month or so. On an unrelated note, I think living with my parents has dropped my maturity level a couple of notches. Probs because of the lack of responsibility? Which reminds me, I never fully realised that I had "moved out" of home. I thought it was more of a "lets-temporary-live-here-until-I-finish-uni" kind of thing. I always thought "moving out" would be more dramatic, you know, with tears and parties and champagne and everything. And a car too, all wrapped up with a cute little tag signed "from mum and dad with love". And I'll be like 30 as well, with enough money to retire. And the only reason I'll be leaving home is to live on my private island with fully furnished casino and space station included.
 
Huh. A major whose reality moment there.


Instead moving out is kinda like, oh are you sure you want to go to adelaide son? YES! I WANT TO DO MED NOW, NOT DO 3 YEARS OF BIOMED THEN GAMSAT WHICH I WILL COMPLETELY FAIL AND NOT END UP DOING MED! are you really really sure? we'll support you whatever you choose. WELL GODDAMN SUPPORT ME NOW. are you sure you want to go to adelaide though? its ok if you choose biomed. FRIGGING NO. ADELAIDE NOW. are you sure ke-wun? we'll give you a car... UM. UHH. UM. NO MED FIRST! THEN CAR! are you sure? (repeat ad nauseum)


But yes. Eventually I got out of home. And so far its been pretty awesome. Though at one stage I thought I missed home. (are you sure you want to go back ke-wun?)


So anyway, time to pack.