that's it! i got a date i'll be moving out. 22nd july. lessthanamonth! i'm excited!

okay. i can be bothered to post this picture up. but not bothered enough to take a picture of my other hand. so this is what you'll get. try and guess which hand it is. the first correct answer wins a massage from me! claim it on friday/sunday if you see me around. not applicable to those who do not know me...or rather, if i don't know you personally, your comments won't be wasted because i'll read them, but you won't be able to claim a massage from me. um, if you don't understand what i just said, excuse is in the post below. i don't think i quite understand what i said either.

i hate being sick

sick today...well, actually, sick for the whole weekend but being sick today is the one that really counts. like being able to miss the second half of the clinic day so i didn't have to stay and take part in the 'selfstudy' time before the absolutely meaningless stroke discharge meeting and the physio inservice which is unbelieveably boring at times. oh, wait. that was cancelled and everyone could go home at 2.30 instead of 3.45pm. oh, goodie. i left at lunchtime, anyway.

last night i saw jesse mitchell (anita/ange, let me know if this is not his last name) perform. jack johnson/pete murray type music. pretty good. but i was tired and being sick didn't help either. but i'm glad i went. got to learn what guys' issues with girls are.

i just realised my thought processes are a little wonky this morning. i called my patient 'she' in front of him.

[jesse]

i had my first double espresso at four today. my first cup of caffeine this year. in a long while. i think it was too much caffeine in one cup. i felt all weird, like the world was surreal but real at the same time. wow. i'm still feeling it. i had a heart rate of 98bpm when i was taking the train home. that's normal, you say. actually, my normal heart rate is 70pbm. 98 is pretty high. i tried to sleep then remembered that caffeine is a stimulant so trying to sleep wasn't such a good idea. instead, i amused myself counting the seconds the snoozing lady opposite me could keep her elbow up on the ledge on the train before sliding off and waking her. record? nineteen seconds. so every five to nineteen seconds, she wakes up. funny? yes, i thought so. did that ALL the way home. shows you how high i was.

actually, i think i still am. high, i mean. don't know if i'd be able to sleep tonight. oh, well. at least i'll have time to actually look for a two bedroom place. speaking of renting, i met my prospective housemate today. that was where i had the double espresso and the reason i feel so high at the moment. she seems nice. and yeah, she needs a bigger place. her studio apartment is literarily a shoebox. and her mum seems to think i understand her flurry on mandarine. i just nodded and smiled a lot.

things are looking up.

oh, by the way, the word 'high' makes up 1.7857142857142857142857142857143% of this post. that's how high i am. hmm...make it 2.1428571428571428571428571428571%.

my first lino burn

i fell on the stairs...again. thankfully, not down the stairs. my hip still twinges now and again from that tumble. no, this is while i was running up the stairs, late for a case conference put on by some registrars. trying to be only fifteen and not sixteen minutes late, i tripped and fell forward in front of the lobby full of people waiting for the lifts. it's the lifts' fault. it took so long for it to come down to the basement that i took the stairs. i think a blister is going to form on my right hand. sigh.

update (05.06.06): it's a whole lot darker now that the scab's formed. will probably post a picture in the future if i can be bothered taking one.

guys/girls night at focus

of all the days i didn't have my camera...

today i witnessed a 1 year old get dropped on his head by his mum...well, not literarily dropped. more like fall out of his pram onto his head while his mother tried manouvering his pram out of the lift and then swore so loud that people at the end of the melbourne central platform 4 could hear her clearly.

then a 60ish year old grandma with greying hair wearing a miniskirt. with skinnylegged black tracksuit pants. trying to make sure her granddaughter's new blackandplum sneakers were in good condition and value for money. she did look good from afar.

these few weeks have been a rollercoaster ride. the extension of the house is done with exception of the light switches and power points. i have a new bathroom but it's not finished yet. the tiles look better than i thought it would be. except that mum wants to put up a whole lot of stuff like a mirror cabinet that juts out of the wall like a mounted cupboard...it's too far out. what can i put in there? too many shelves, too deep.

last week, i finished two assignments within a few days of each other. the second one i finished in four days. i'm so proud of myself. the best work yet. on the day i handed it in, i realised i forgot to put an outline of my health promotion. oh well.

physio ball. a night of alcoholfree fun! well, for me anyway. only rosey and i didn't drink...and max. but we had fun nonetheless. lots of dancing between mains and desert and a whole lot more after. the 'anything australian' theme was really tacky and weird costumes came out of that. a girl made an appearance dressed as the baxter detention centre, a first year as a giant aussie thong, girls with the aussie flag as a skirt, pat as a can of VB beer, another as in a floppy milo hooped suit...sigh. some guy came in a full length bodysuit; i assume he was dressed as ian thorpe...a black ian thorpe. some came in footy gear and yet others came in the 70s version of tennis players with tight white shorts and wooden racquets. ahah!! i wish i took a photo of them.

ugroup wars. WE WON!!! we won by 1900 points!! started out with a friendly dinner before the actual battle began. we were off to a slow start with the SUPERHEROES taking the first kill with their creative chant (mikey, your dancing inspired me...that bumshaking you did, delicious!) but we owned them in dodgeball not once, but TWICE!! it was a close call with captain's ball but we did it! bragging rights are ours!! and they have the nerve to call us SUPERPEANUTS!

where did the assignments fit in, you ask. between these two coloured events, i answer. i actually managed to finish it on the sunday morning, rushed to officeworks to get it bound, then had a great lunch at anita's and then to gravitate. quite the busy weekend, i had.

now, it's onward to the next one!

i have to get to bed to have enough sleep so i'm not yawning in front of my patients tomorrow.

BUT

i am high on adrenaline, trying to finish up a problem list that's due tomorrow, coax my one thousand word essay into a two thousand word assignment before thursday and start my health promotion assignment on exercising fat kids by reading the onehundredandone articles i've found (okay, it's only a dozen. i have been known to exaggerate. you should know that by now) and writting a proposal for a community program by monday. in between all these, i have to fit in the physio ball, a friend sleeping over as well as dealing with the stress of having no bathroom as of tomorrow, a mother who's up to her ears in deciding on floor and wall tiles for her bathroom, a father who has heavy footsteps that wake me up when i'm on my way to dreamland and moving out of my room so the builders can polish my floor.

i just spent more than two hours at a shop selling tiles and flooring and the like.

TWO HOURS!!

took me less than half an hour to go through the entire shop and decide on the wall and floor tiles i wanted for my bathroom/toilet. the rest of the time was following mum around and giving my opinions on different combinations of different tiles.

sigh. she still hasn't made up her mind on what she wanted. i think she's going to go back there tomorrow and have another look around. what's more, she chose the more expensive wall tiles, all more than $30. one of the wall tiles cost $39 each. so expensive.

but i can confidently say that my future bathroom will reflect me. grey shades with bits of black.

today i sat next to a woman who braggardly claimed to be the cousin inlaw of shannon noll who kept muttering about goodness knows what. try as i may, i couldn't escape her in the crowded train. sigh.

tell me, who openly proclaims to strangers left right and centre that they are very remotely related to a popstar? even if i know a famous person's relative, i don't think i would brag about it to total strangers let alone people i know...well, i'll brag about it to people i know.

no idea where this post is going.

as i sat in my room, i heard yelling.

so i turned the music up.

running away isn't the answer.

then it occured to me:

are my parents staying together just for the sake of appearences?