I've recently become obsessed with olden days music.. From the 60's to be exact. Like..
The Beatles -Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose

Diana Krall- I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you, now that I have found you

Dionne Warwick -Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
and walk on by

Has anyone else just realised how bizarre some of the Beatle's lyrics can be? And they like singing about people... Mean Mr Mustard, Maxwell, Polythene Pam, Nowhere Man, Jude, Sgt Pepper.. Or rather, Sgt Pepper's band.

Exams are round AGAIN.. in a month. Grrr.. And this time exams feature a heart disection, performing a history and Cardio/ Resp Exam on a "patient" (who really is a guy who is paide to be poked and proded by incompetant med students. Lucky him.)

Can't wait till the holidays.. REAL holidays.. that are more than 5 days in duration! Unfortunately I'll be waiting until mid-December. dangnabit.

P.S. Who would have thought I could be sucked into the bottomless black hole that is Australian Idol.. for a second time?! I've watched the performance, the walk of shame- er the eviction, Inside Idol.. That's 3hours in the past week that i've dedicated myself to this.. And I don't even have a twisted peadophilic crush on Amali to justify my actions.. I think i need a doctor!

P.P.S And just to clarify, my addiction to old music did not coincide with Idol's 60's night on next week. My housemates have bared witness to the horrible warbling that has been occuring for the past month.

I remember when I was little my grandma used to cook chicken instant noodles for me, and rice or my brother. I love noodles and my brother loved rice.
She used to cut up my noodles with a spoon and fork before I started eating them. Mainly to prevent me from splashing soup all over myself because my fork and I couldn't quite grapple with endlessly long noodles.
She used to serve us a soya sauce drumstick as well. That was my brother's favourite meal- soya sauce chicken and rice.

That was when i was little enough to believe that if i picked those little pink flowers at the front of my grandma’s house, they would be taken at night by fairies.
When I believed that Ewoks and Monkey Magic were the epitome of crime fighting heroes around the world.
When I believed my grandma was the greatest because she used to walk every day to the shops with her trolley.
And when I didn't know about anything as insidious as cancer.

My dream car.. Too bad it's a manual.. and i'm the biggest unco on planet earth.

Here's proof-
I burnt my wrist on the iron..There is now a brown welt in the shape of a worm tattooed on my right wrist.
I bought a pair of "high" heels the other day.. The heels in reality measure 1.5 cms in height. I managed to trip 3 times before the compulsory "new shoes" blisters set in and forced me to take them off.
Has anyone seen me eat lately? ...Enough said..

I need to blog more often...
But I also need to do a dozen other things too.. like go to the grocery to buy food, study, ring people, sleep..
Who would have thought that this medicine business would be such hard work?

Anyway, yesterday, a group at uni decided to organise a "mystery bus trip". So called, because the destinations weren't revealed to us at all, and the predominant mode of transport was on a bus. Hmm.. logical..
Anyway, we saw an albino kangaroo. Reminded me of being 6 years old again. Ahh the days.. *sinks into blissful reminiscence*

That Night

Yesterday night began with a frenzied trip to the op shop, and finished with a trip to Macca's at 0200. The dining area wasn't open, so we went through the drive through.

A kid- Ryan - 14years old, took our order and was quite tolerant of the drunken orders being shouted at him by my friends. Grace wanted a toy, but sadly, he wouldn't budge, which caused cries of disjuncture and almost incited a riot in the back seat. "That Ryan, so tight.. give us a toy man!"*

Our food was given to us by a chick - Jenelle - an 18 year old who looked quite young (to my defense). Before I knew her age, I stuck my head out the window of the car and asked her if she was going out with Ryan. She twisted her face with disgust and cried, "I'm 18! And ryan's, like, 12!" With that, she turned her back and shook her head some more.

Opps.

There went our chances for that Macca's toy.

*Just a toned down sample of the comments thrown around in the car. These comments and similar went on for several minutes, in the manner of drunken speech. Accompanied with much laughter from the 'not-so-drunk' of course.

What is?

What is the Crazy Horse?
Perhaps it'll be a bit clearer if I spell it like:
Crazy Whores.
Ok. It's a strip joint.
Am I the only one who doen't really see what the whole fuss is about? It's hedonistic. It's narcissistic. It's well... what old fusty guys who earn too much money and have no social lives what-so-ever (or footballers) go to see.

What is Pulsus Paradoxus?
Nope. I can't make it more clearer than that.
Spelling or none.
It's when there is a decrease in systolic blood pressure when you breathe in.
But don't worry.
It's normal (If it's a less than 10 mm Hg difference).
If it's greater than 10?
You're screwed.
Nah, it just means you've probably got either constrictive pericarditis, or tamponade, or Chronic Obstructive airways disease.
Which leads to heart failure.
Which means you're screwed. (I was lying before)

What is Stupidity?
When you lock the car door and completely forget about the fact that the keys to the car are still in the ignition.
That is:
Moi.

Love the world we're in.

For Jono =)