Iridescence: reminds you of the kind of sound glitter would make when you threw it in the air, if glitter could make a sound.

My life has turned into an amorphous blob of nothingness, held together by occasional revision, and very rarely, something of use sticking in my head. Like right now, I can tell you that beta blockers reduce heart rate and force of contraction, so are used in treatment of angina to reduce the workload of the heart. I think.... *head in hands* Shit.
Oh, and I've failed to curb my language. Guess you saw that one coming. It's worse when I'm driving, trust me. I become an incredibly angry and sarcastic person when I am behind the wheel...which is bad, because I used to always laugh at my aunty for going all Hulk when she was driving. An exchange from several weeks ago:
Me (driving)- So, Mohammad, how was your-
*Pulling out of a junction, a woman doesn't give me way*
Me: OH YOU GO AHEAD, YOU FAT B-
Brother- :|
Me- B-erm... ahem.
One exchange of many, I'm sorry to say. It's like a different person takes over.

OH, one thing I meant to blog about: Since I've been revising all day, the only free time I've had is after midnight, so I've been watching Life On Mars (the time travel police drama with John Simm that came out in about 2007). I've always been curious about it. And I finished it last night (it's two series). I can honestly say it's the best British television series I've seen. Really well thought out, incredibly bizarre so it keeps you guessing, quite touching at times, and with some brilliant humour. The ending of the series had me slightly teary. DCI Gene Hunt is a legend, and his one liners are the best since Terminator :D And John Simm, who was always a great actor, is pretty much flawless. And he's from Leeds, which is always a plus :D I would seriously recommend it. I'm going to buy it, and I never buy things- I'm Asian. So that's saying a lot.

And speaking of TV series, Doctor Who was better this week, thank God! I loved the killer last line of the episode :D You knew where it was going, but it was still killer. The soundtrack is pretty good too, I've warmed to the new theme tune. And the Weeping Angels are always a win. They do scare me.
All this watching and not moving has meant that I have acquired a significant amount of general flab, which is going nowhere. I thus make the resolution to get to a gym the second my exams are over, and not leave until September.
There is literally nothing else happening in my life, hence the lack of interesting things to blog about. I'm just having horrible, horrible visions of my future going down the drain. And I don't want to go back on Sunday :( It's been nice while it lasted, but I don't feel like I deserved to have any fun just in case I fail my exams. And I still haven't figured out a way to wear a stethoscope. Fail.
*Sigh* The pains of being constantly stressed, and prone to imagining worst case scenarios.
In more positive news, I decided to draw something today! I keep trying to write, but every time I start, I think 'I should be revising. I will regret this when I fail my exams.' Still, at least I'll have about a month to write, guilt free, in the Summer. Dayyamn. Bring on Summer.
I shall go now, and hope that life will be more exciting in the coming week.
Edited much later when I finally remembered:
Oh! My picture!

I wish I could draw in that style from scratch, but I copied it off my favourite artist on DeviantArt- Pyromaniac (aherm, co incidence). What a guy. His drawing is here.
Yus.
Over and out!

Not too Shabby.

Hello! I can't sleep, so I'm monologuing. I warn you now, I go off on a lot of tangents, so do not begin to read if this will discombobulate you. Yes, I have just discovered that I can colour words. I'm a sucker for novelty.
I guess I should address the obvious: my blog's new outfit. It's all part of my Summer Wardrobe Initiative. I am attempting to expand my wardrobe, for the first time in my life, beyond black/grey. Not that there's owt wrong with black/grey. There are strict criteria that anything being considered for my Summer Wardrobe has to meet:
1. I must decide to buy it, but then put it back on two separate occasions before I am allowed to properly buy it.
2. Baby steps, people. When I say expanding beyond black/grey, I mean I'm looking for predominantly black/grey clothes, with a hint of other colours in them.
3. Hell will freeze over before I buy skinny jeans.
So far, the Summer Collection consists of a white and green scarf, and... well, yes. That's it. It's a very new initiative.
So yeah, a lot's happened in a month. I suppose bullet pointing it is the best option:

• Myself and the brother were ambushed in the library by a strange, bespectacled (awesome word win!) man, who saw that I was trying to revise in peace, so naturally sat down at our table and proceeded to tell me the history of the universe. No, literally. He told me the history of the universe. For two hours. I kid you not. A small snippet (awesome wo- okay, I'll stop) of the conversation with him:

Man: So in the 60s, when I was studying Physics... *pauses* I'm breaking the Official Secrets Act by telling you this.
Me: Don't feel obliged to break the Official Secrets Act!
Man: Ah, I don't give a monkey's. *Leans forward, lowers his voice* I spotted a mistake in Einstein's Theory of Relativity.
Suffice it to say I'm never going to the library again.

• Went to Scotland! Easter weekend was spent somewhere near Dundee, and was lovely, mainly because we took my grandma too, and she's adorable. And Scotland's not too shabby when the sun comes out, which it did, thank God. It's nice to just sit and do nothing with the family, after nine weeks of stress and the promise of three weeks, then four more years of stress ahead. Woo.
• Not too shabby has been my new favourite phrase for about a week, and they said it on Doctor Who today!
• Doctor Who! Is AWESOME. Or at least, Matt Smith is an awesome actor, I was genuinely impressed, even though I was rooting for him before he even started, because he got so much stick when people found out he was the next Doctor. He's wicked. Though today's episode wasn't as good as the last two...I hope they keep up the great-ness. He deserves well written scripts- today's was...well, a bit shabby. What a word. I do love using it. *says out loud for effect*
• Last week was spent with Aunty Em, Hasan and Baby bear, who came down for the week! Revision fail, but an awesomeness win. Activities included being puked on by Baby bear, who decided to upchuck on my cardigan, then my mattress, destroying, no, obliterating both; learning more about Hasan's toilet habits than I ever cared to know; very VERY late night conversations with Aunty Em about nothing in particular; a Chocolate Sundae at Charlotte's Ice Cream Parlour- heaven on earth; and a disaster of a family meal at Pizza Hut which resulted in 3 babies screaming the place down. I got my cookie dough though, so not so much of a disaster.

Okay, I feel I've outstayed my welcome, and this will be hard to read what with the new narrow text layout, so I'll stop talking now and update my next blog with anythign I've forgotten. Who am I kidding.
All in all though, loving the Easter holidays :D Let's just hope the revision I've done so far doesn't decide to leak out my ears. It's happened before ¬_¬
I'll leave you with that delightful imagery.
Roger, over and out.
:)

Excuse me, I'm lost, I desperately need to find a Pizza Express. I am not a fat slob. Really.

I thought I'd take advantage of my semi-good mood and blog. Yes, I do tread lightly around myself. I wouldn't want to make me angry :| Who knows what kind of passive aggressive monster I might unleash. 

Yes. One of *those* moods.

I should be working. But then, I think once you start medicine, you're in a constant , literally constant, state of 'should be working'. You can't even get to sleep without feeling guilty for not cramming in a last bit of revision by recording yourself reciting muscle attachments into a dictaphone, to play to yourself overnight. Then again, that reminds me of a Dexter's Lab episode (nostalgia reference win!) where he tries to learn French overnight by listening to a 'learn French' tape as he sleeps, but it gets stuck on the guy saying 'Omelette du fromage'. And when he wakes up, that's the only phrase he can say. I don't want to be stuck saying 'Flexor digitorum superficialis' for the rest of my life :|

Erm...so, I've forgotten what point I was trying to make there. ANYhoo. 

An inserted injoke: May God bless you with many beautiful children.

An explanation- Jamie's idea- the aim was to insert it at random into a conversation with someone for points. I have not succeeded yet. 

I wish to watch Shutter Island, Alice in Wonderland, and Green Zone. Anyone free? Quite happy to go watch them myself if not. Let's face it, it's the Ben and Jerry's that counts.  Screw the company.

So I spent all day today out in the Saffron Estate, which I guess is a deprived area of Leicester, or in any case, there's a lot of gaps in healthcare there. Despite the fact we were trailing all over the place and were shattered by 5, I kind of enjoyed it. We got to meet a patient living in the area and interview them about what kind of help they got, which was very...erm...fun isn't the right word when they have so many problems. But it's always best when you meet individuals- you actually see what you're working towards, and appreciate what people have to cope with, which will help you when you treat these kind of people in future. You see, I got from this what we're meant to have got from this, can I skip the reflective writing essay now?!

*sigh*

Dissection. Let's just say nobody wants to dissect the gluteal region. Or place their hands on the gluteal regions of others in order to test how the hip does not drop when the opposite leg is raised. Just: no.

Speaking of muskuloskeletal... I should be-

No. I shall continue to blog until it is too late to do work. 

There was something really major that I wanted to blog, and I've totally forgotten it...

Emad acted as a personal sat nav yesterday (with the help of Google Maps) when I was lost (hopelessly, utterly lost) in the middle of Leicester. This was a brilliant win, and I was very quickly un-lost. Thank you muchly.

A small message to aunty em, should you read this before I speak to you: I'm sorry! Our.phonecalls have not crossed paths yet, but they WILL! One day! *Much love*

Whoa, summat weird has happened to my cursor... the top of the arrow's split off and moved down for some reason. I think it's a sign I should stop talking. And work. *sigh* Gits. 

OH I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY- I visited my patient on Monday, and a dog was present :| Said dog was adorable, but proceeded to lick my jeans to death in a manner that can only be described as voracious. Oooft. Damn right I just used that word. Sometimes I surprise myself. Anyway, being unaccustomed as I am to dog saliva, I now have a brand new pair of jeans *Thumbs up*. Gunna be an expensive next few patient visits, I can tell you that.
Oh, and the Kite Runner is an awesome book so far.

I'm gunna shut up now. I think it's for the best. 

*waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaves*

I am Jack's malfunctioning ear.

I have gone deaf in one ear. This is the current story of my life. Consequently, every sound in my head is magnified, to the point where I ate coco pops on Monday morning, and thought I was experiencing a small earthquake. It also makes crackly noises at unexpected times, which causes me to jump. The ear drops, which I put in just as it was improving slightly, had the not-entirely-anticipated effect of rendering me completely deaf in that ear. ¬_¬ Why, I ask you. Why. 

Also, my group turned against me and, realising that I've kept a low profile whenever presentations come up, have bullied me into the task of delivering half our group presentation on Monday.  I will pass out, and that will be the last you hear from me. 

We learnt the term 'intermittent claudication' today- leg pain on exercise. Matt (groupmate) went on to kill Red Hot Chilli Peppers for us by singing it to the tune of Californication. (She says she's got a pain in her leg but it's intermittent claudication...etc). On the plus side, I'll never forget it now.

My ear just crackled again! :| 

I've been home three weekends now, so this weekend I'm in Leicester, staying strong and doing work *Sigh*. Last weekend was utterly awesome though- picked up by the Wolverhampton crew at half 9, it got to half 12 and we were just outside Wolverhampton :| Roadworks etc. So we stayed in Wolves overnight- ALWAYS fun, especially since Hasan was far too excited at me staying, and baby bear just...well, he just did puppy dog eyes :D And 'sleep' when aunty Em is involved tends to mean 'stay up til half 4 catching up, eventually going off on a bizarre tangent and falling asleep mid conversation'. Much fun indeed.

There goes my ear again! Argh!

Oh, and I've realised the song I really liked but didn't know the name of is Mr Brightside by the Killers, which apparently everyone has been raving about :| I had no idea.

The Office is back! :D

I'm reading a book! This is awesome. It's been SO long since I read a new book.. in fact I think the last one was a Chelsea Cain one over summer. I just haven't had time/stamina since, but am now reading The Secret Speech by Tom Rob Smith- sequel to Child 44, which apparently Ridley Scott has bought film rights for :D Woo! Russia books for the win.

ALICE IN WONDERLAND IS OUT! *Squeals*

Oh, and Snatch is funny. I'm prepared to give Guy Ritchie films/Jason Statham a chance. 

Right. Must be orf. Nothing more interesting to report except that I have an oral exam (AGAIN) on all the anatomy we've leant on Wednesday, and I know nothing :| Bones = fine, but the arteries/nerves kill me.  Dammit! Bring on Easter.

Over and out. 

*waves*

I am Jack's raging bile duct.

'What would you hear if you placed a stethoscope over an artery where the flow is turbulent?'

My answer: 'A small voice.' I feel that this sums up my academic prowess.

The Southern accent makes me want to burn people, I'm sorry. I encountered a group of four physics students on the bus, whose conversation went something like (okay, exactly like):

'So is THAT what you're saying: that COMmunism would work in SPACE?'

'Of COURSE it would. EVErybody would be dead. Therefore EVErybody would be equal.'

*A chorus of snotty, smug laughter*

'OH, my God. I just LITERALLY CANnot believe that they've transLATED the word 'entRADA' on that restaurant door into ENGLish underneath. It's like LITerally the most BASic word.'

*More smug, snotty laughter*

You know where in your head you act out an incredibly flash-violent scenario? In my head I stood up, took out my copy of Kumar and Clark's Clinical Medicine (about the size of a small house) and backhand -broke each of their faces.

In real life, I stared out the window and gripped my bag a little bit tighter. Seriously people, if all you've got to say is humourless shit, at least keep your voice down. We do not want to hear your whimsical  little observations on the world. If it reads like I'm overreacting, I had to listen to their conversations for twenty minutes. I was borderline psychotic by the end. 

In more sane news:

I passed my exams! And found out today that I was one off an 'excellent' ¬_¬ Damn them. Still, this is comforting, and I semi-feel like I deserve to be here now.

I cannot switch off. Even as I type this I am trying, on another level of my mind, to remember all the muscles of the forearm.Consequently, my brain hurts.

I have decided I want to be a histopathologist. That way I actually have a medical degree under my belt, but I get to spend the rest of my career tucked away in a lab, diagnosing  away without a git of a consultant breathing down my neck. Hidden away is best for me, I feel. I had a weird thought- I'm not intimidated by the idea of patients, it's interacting with my peers that scares me. Even now- I'm fine talking to people waay older,  or way younger than I am, but an utter fail at talking to other students of my own age.This makes me a freak.

Finally watched Avatar! And it was better than I thought it would be- though I could have predicted the storyline in the first five minutes. Still, it was visually awesome, so it was worth watching. Not that I could sit through it again :| Bloody hell. On another note, the Alice in Wonderland trailer looked AMAZING! :D Well going to see that.
Pizza Express is surprisingly nice. Oh, and speaking of pizza... *Goes off on pizza related thought tangent*
I miss the Office :( Anybody who hasn't watched the US Office- it is utter genius. Today I remembered this clip. Jim's facial expressions are awesome :D
Home tomorrow! I've been home 3 weekends in a row... guess that's what happens when I try to stay here for too long- this is just rebound from when I tried to stay in Leicester for 3 weeks. Still, it's a free ride with the awesomeness that is Aunty M, Hasan, Baby bear and Uncle Naeem (who has threatened to charge me but can't be serious...right?). Yay! Here's to a weekend of no work whatsoever.
And now I am going to Asda for food, before I get down to work. Properly. I WILL get down to work at some point. How I have used my day off so far: iPlayer, eating, watching an anatomy thing on 4OD (which counts as work, aherm), and now further eating. Damn, gotta love food :D

See also: disgusting John West 'light lunches', Robert Downey Jr, re-watching District 9, colouring in, being utterly heartsick, writing poetry (I joke), not getting my five fruits a day, sympathetic post ganglionic nerve fibres, not being able to switch off again, my 100% New Look wardrobe, and hoooooooooommmme :D

Over and out.

Seeing people as walking X-rays.

Yes, it's a strange side effect to studying anatomy. Everyone in the street is a revision aid. My mum's back was aching yesterday, so (rather unhelpfully) I traced out all her back muscles and informed her (again, rather unhelpfully) which one was aching (trapezius) and which nerve supplied it (spinal accessory!). Last week, myself and Sarah made utter retards of ourselves whilst waiting outside the house we might get for next year, by pondering over extension/flexion/adduction/abduction of the arm and demonstrating each one. People in cars actually stared out of their windows at the two freaks doing windmill impressions. Aherm. I'm hoping it's just a phase.

In other news, I'M HOME! 

In other, more depressing news, I'm leaving in two hours :( 

But t'was an awesome weekend. 3 weeks in Leicester drove me utterly insane- don't think I'll be trying that one again any time soon. Things I have done this weekend include:

• going into the non existent town centre, seeing that it has in fact become even more shit since I last visited, and loving every single minute of it.
• not being pelted by a gang of chavs with pea shooters (if this means nothing to you, I have a bit of a track record for it)
• driving to Dixy chicken in Batley (even more shite town) and encountering a gang of chavs racially abusing the guy behind the counter. I'd feel bad for him, but I'm just really hoping he spat in their food.
• Realising that I swear waaaay too much in normal conversation. And that I just tried to make the excuse to myself that the s word is not a swear. Must curb language.
• Turning down the offer to go watch Avatar with my dad. Firstly, I'd rather be mooching at home with the family. Secondly, I just can't be bothered seeing it. Despite one of my groupmates informing me that it would change my life. I found a rather funny thing on the 'I still haven't seen Avatar yet' Facebook group, that shows how Avatar is just basically Pocahontas. :D See for yourself
• worrying about results
• teaching my small cousins the anatomy of the upper limb.
• Laughing at the idea of Jamie's face on a gazelle. You should read his blog.
• Pointless texting
• wanting to see Alice in Wonderland *Spazzes*

Aherm. So yeah, that's it. Though I should mention that I saw baby bear and Hasan and aunty Em on skype and this was brilliant, even if all we talked about were the gory details of dissection. Aherm. Just a phase.

See also (YES! I'm resurrecting the 'see also' bit!): over-eating, Pepsi, hyperkalaemia, new headscarves, a multicoloured bracelet, cherry chapstick (which I want to eat rather than use), shingles, straightening of hair, pointless two hour seminars, latissimus dorsi and the thoracodorsal nerve, and my awesome penguin of death bookmark.

The flipper equivalent of jazz hands.

The title seems strange, but it's exactly what the baby penguin on my new penguin poster is doing :D *Loves*. Yes, I have gone poster-mad. My latest addition is an Iron Man 2 one!! :D

Aherm. So yes, I promised I would dedicate (most of) this post to Saf, who was disgruntled at having not been mentioned in the last one. Those of you who do not know Saf- don't worry, he's a disturbing individual with whom I had English in Year 10- who decided to initiate our friendship by offering his hand for me to shake, and subsequently electrocuting me. Further good times have involved:

• The time Mrs Field wore a Hu-YOOGE spider shaped brooch, that basically looked like a tarantula crawling up her shoulder. Saf took a look at it and quietly slipped into a coma. He never fully resurfaced.
• Him bringing a PICNIC, an actual PICNIC to each and every single English lesson. Opening foil-wrapped sandwiches/chocolates/strawberry laces and crunching away at the decibel level of a small plane as I watched in disbelief.
• When he added a creative touch to his poetry anthology by making a picture of a house with a garden, entirely out of strawberry laces that he stuck down. 
• His running through cornfields with Miss Edgley, who had a weird soft spot for him... ¬_¬
• Amnesty. Let's just say I did it for the fairtrade chocolate. I'm fairly sure Saf's motives were similar.
• The biology quiz, in which we were asked to draw the structure of an amino acid- instinctively, I drew a load of beads on a string, instead of the chemical structure. It then occurred to me that this was probably quite a thick thing to do. I blamed it on Saf. The whole class believed me- after all, since when would I have made such a stupid mistake?!- and ridiculed him for a good few weeks.
• And naturally, pizza hut cookie dough, with the Zainab also, on a Friday... :D And Morrisons trips to buy as much junk as possible. 

One for my list of people who I wish were at Leicester. I'd say I wish I was at Newcastle, but I'm brown, let's face it- I fit in well here at Leicester :D 

*waves to Saf*

Now where was I? (Yes, did I mention this would be a mammoth of a post?)

• Dissection- we dissected the axilla, and had a look at the Brachial Plexus- generally nerves in the neck/upper arm region. We learnt bones of the arm and hands in a stupid amount of detail, but I'm kinda liking it :D Though washing bits of dead-person off my scalpel at the end...not so glamorous.
• I have tomorrow off! WOOOOOOO! Yes, granted, alright, alright, I'm going to have to work most of the day, but that's not important! I CAN SLEEEEEP! And have Dixy chicken :O No *Curbs self*. Must control urges to eat everything. 
• I am addicted to Oreos. Seriously. I think I have a problem. There is one left in the pack, and I swear it cowers every time I look over at it.
• Certain people have finished their exams :O And will now begin rigorous exercise regimes to lose those revision pounds. It's all about the greater good, Emad.
• My anatomy colouring book is AWESOME. I actually love it. Despite the fact that 12 GCSEs, an AS and 3 A levels since I last attempted it, I still can't colour between the lines. *Retarded moment*

I have nothing else interesting to say, except that I am in a particularly happy mood due to not having any lectures tomorrow :D 

Though I do miss home :( Attempting to make it 3 weeks, so not going home this Friday as I usually would. *Sigh*  Ah well. More time to try to teach myself how not to colour in like a spazz.

Also *waves to Aunty Em, Hasan and Baby Bear*

Yes, yes, I'm done now! Yeesh. Over and out. :)