I understand that I may have gone a little overboard with the studying via blog... not that we were tested on much of that, or that I could remember many of the law cases so maybe I shant do that next year :P
Today was the last day of exams. Four exams in the last three days... it has been hell, but very satisfying that it is all finally over!! So I can relax during my holidays only to do it all again next year :P Though (new years resolution #1) I will be more prepared with study notes before exams. The plan is also to possibly look at muscles and bones over the holidays to become acquainted with the many many muscles we will have to know by this time next year.
I am home recently from the after exam party. We played pool at Tom's, where I got quite tipsy and yet I still have half my drinks there... Went to Melbas and had a good time; then my feet got very sore (NYR #2) so I will learn not to wear heels (despite very sexy heels that make me at least 3 inches taller - so yea, 5'5" = practically normal!!) when I know I will be dancing/partying for so long; then many people left; then when most of the good ones had gone and the ratio of sleazes to cuties was severe, I got Tom to walk me to the taxi rank and got home eventually. Now my feet are painful and my makeup is still on. Tomorrow I will fix.
For now I am concerned about two things - 1. there are a fair few cute boys in med who would be potentials in the dating scene if they were not a) in med with me for the next 4 years b) more like brothers to me and c) currently attached with girlfriends and admirers; and 2. how I can explain to my boyfriend that no, I dont want to go visit your family on the weekend because a) it is my car and he doesnt have a licence so I will be doing all the driving b) dan is coming down and I haven't seen him in ages, nor will I see him in ages after this weekend and he is awesome fun c) this weekend was sort of meant to be me partying heaps since I have now finished exams d) cos I need to stop showing so much attachment (and thus feeling more attached) to his family (and thus him) as it seems like the breakup is inevitable more and more each day. I hate the fact that it is always me doing the traveling to see him and that when he suggests we go visit his parents that the implication is via my car, my petrol (which he rarely contributes to) and me doing all the driving. I hate that he wont appreciate the fact that I like to go to clubs and party and dance, and instead will sulk by the corner watching me and getting angry when other guys look at me, yet he will casually stare at the next nice pair of breasts that walks by and even feel cocky enough to point them out to me.
Augh. Inevitable is inevitable. I'm just a weak bastard who wont committ to the uncommitting..
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