Tuesday, January 11, 2005

It's Not a Fashion Statement, Its a Fucking Deathwish

Well, I'm back, back in Liverpool, back to bed pan duty. It was brilliant to get home, makes you appreciate it so much more when you only go home once a year. I'm really greatful that I got to see so many people. Apart from one notable exception, I managed to hit up everyone, always the same though, just like Bingo, one number away from a line. Damn Legs 11.
The flight home from Toronto to Paris was alright - the fat, sweaty Lebanese man who fell asleep on me, and snored loudly was a nice touch. Cheers for that God.

Was back in class today, first time for 7 weeks after being on the wards. It was all about "Communication." The lecturer speaking about communication had a massive speech impediment, she soldiered on with the massive weight of irony on her back. Unfortunately, the topic was dryer than a nun's gusset, which made the impediment the only thing worth listening to. As she wheezed, lisped, and coughed through it, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her - but not quite enough not to take the piss. I'm an asshole, sue me.

Nothing much else going on in my life at the moment, I start a new placement in two weeks, at an NHS nursing home......so expect some more frequent updates, until then - read some shameless plugs!

Movie that everyone should watch, if they haven't already: Napoleon Dynamite.
Songs that everyone should download: "New Way to Dance" - The Kinison, "Beat Your Heart Out" - The Distillers, "Burn Burn" - Lostprophets, "Give 'Em Hell Kid" - My Chemical Romance

Do this and you will achieve enlightenment. Honest.

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