Raindrops on roses, defibrillators and kittens.

Firstly, a poem, massacred in my honour by Bryony and, I felt, strangely apt...

Raindrops on roses, defibrilators and kittens
Bright copper explosions and fingerless mittens
Colourful paperclips and playing with string
These are a few of your favourite things.... 

 

 As pointed out to Bryony, when I read this, I was in fact wearing fingerless mittens (There was a cold draught coming from the window which froze my knuckles and..yeah), and had been playing with string that morning. Hence, I am indeed honoured by this. Also, Bryony, regarding your comment, I emphasised that the decade was a 'personal' fail- it was a definite win friends-wise, lol.

Coming back to uni has made me feel incredibly weird: like I'm having to settle in all over again. I have absolutely no wish to leave my room ever again, and no wish for human contact beyond what is absolutely necessary. Last night I stood pressed against my door, literally starving but completely unable to leave the room. My flatmates are lovely, so this is completely irrational :S It seems there is yet progress to be made on the conquering-one's-own-mind front.

I was meant to go in to an embryology revision lecture today, but slept in and woke up at the ungodly hour of 11. Fail. Though I'm not too bad on embryology... touchwood....

Got 'Bridge to Terabithia', the latest birthday present I have ever received! Thank you, E-madness. Naturally, soppy friendship/coming-of-age films are where it's at. 

 I have 3 followers!!! This is so exciting! Despite the term 'followers' making me slightly paranoid, and despite the fact I know two of them *waves to Jamie and Rabiya, and apologises to Jamie for not coming in this morning due to being asleep*

Anyone else fancy Dixy chicken for breakfast? Is that bad? It's bad, isn't it? Just a short bus ride away... *mmm*

Aherm. As you can see, I have had no breakfast yet. And making breakfast would require me to leave my room, which means another epic battle against my useless twit of a subconscious.

I have discovered that having brothers is drastically different to having sisters in terms of the advice one is given. When I told the brother of my homesickness/wish to stay in my room, his solution was 'Have yourself a great big sandwich'. He was not specific as to the details, but he is pretty sure that a sandwich, in some shape or form, will solve everything. The other, younger brother spent the whole time making strange faces at the webcam. 

Speaking of which, the skype conversations held between myself and the entire family every evening since I arrived are much fun. Especially since the Wolverhampton crew is still there, and so webcam conversations are interrupted by Hasan telling me something about ladybirds/quotes from Kung Fu Panda, or Aunty Em /my mum wandering past with baby Ibrahim, who is nothing short of a baby bear. *Melts*

Think I'll go have some soup now. My days have fallen into the routine of eat, revise, iPlayer break, revise, eat, iPlayer break. Now also interspersed with the reading of Empire magazine, which I brought as cheer-up. Oh, and I want to watch the Hurt Locker. 

I'll go now. Back to revision. Never surrender, etc. 

*waves*