SNOW

Tonight it snowed. And not just little bits of snow. A proper big snowflake snow! Then it started to rain again, but for that one little bit it snowed! And I was out in it! and it was amazing!














It's hard to tell from these pictures, but it would have to be pretty fucking big raindrops to blur it that much. And the one on the left is my flatmate catching the GIANT flakes on her tongue. Now, of course, the streets are covered in slush, my cheeks are bright red from the cold, and my clothes are soaked, but DUDE!!!! It snowed!

ooo and great news

I sent an email to my professors on my program. I asked to discuss my PhD topic with them. I want to look at female porn viewers in a male dominated environment. Very very Laura Mulvey.

They liked it.

One simply wrote: "when can you see me?" then arranged a meeting (tomorrow/today) and recommended a book for me to read.

I'm excited.

Now I just have to get my first 5,000 word essay topic approved, make it through next semester, do a kick ass dissertation, and get my PhD approved! WOOOO.

Here comes Dr. Thrilla.

A big step though you might not think so.

The night of my stroke. I was watching the episodes of House I downloaded off of Itunes. I had been sick in bed for two days and decided for whatever reason I wanted to watch this show. So I was watching them as they downloaded. I got to this one episode: "One Day, One Room." I feel asleep, woke up, my left side was numb. I go to hospital, they send me home. I turn it on again, I fall asleep. I wake up. I'm spasming. Having a seizure. Let's just say that even though its been about two months, I just managed to watch House again only very recently (because fuck, if i paid for it i should watch it).

Anyway, tonight. I watched it. THE episode. And. I'm alive. No stroke. No seizure. though I still haven't gone to sleep (it's after 3), because I'm scared of waking up after watching House and having another stroke. But I will go to sleep soon.

It's just weird. I have little hang ups, but I'm slowly getting over them.

here's hoping to a good night's rest.

Tranny party tomorrow. Sure the pictures will be great.

Ruggers know how to party.

last night, a teammate had a house warming party. I brought the Australian staying with my Flatmate for a few days so we could teach him drinking games. Let's just say we rarely party with men, let alone straight men, so of course we have to get him naked and humiliated (he enjoyed it) as soon as possible. This was during a game of "the bitch" and right before we switched to "one leg up, on earlobe down."

Good banter!

Countdown begins

I'll be home in only a few weeks. Woo hoo. I went back to A&E (ER here) on tuesday cause i just wasn't feeling right. I think i'm just psycho somatic and paranoid because I felt fine almost as soon as I got in there. They kept me overnight, this time in the Acute Stroke Unit and sent me home the next after noon (after threatening to keep me there another night--okay not threatening but telling me i might have to). I didn't sleep at all that night because they didn't move me to the ward until about 5:30 AM and then they wake everyone up super early in the hospital.

Damn. I don't want to do taht again.

But i'm almost home and almost to NYC to see some awesome friends! can't wait.

down south

heading to manchester today! finally traveling some where other than dundee. gonna see christina. gonna be great!

hopefully awesome pictures to come!

[edit: didn't take one damn photo but had tons of fun]

Sunny and 43

It's actually a beautiful day. But i'm inside hacking up a lung, sneezing, sniffling, and overall feeling like shit. Luckily, I don't have any class or obligations today so I can just lie in bed and watch the beautiful (if a little too cold for my taste) weather outside.

At the rugby game in Dundee on Sunday no one told me it's always colder there and silly me only wore a sweatshirt to watch the game. It also decided to drop ten degrees during that day all around scotland so now... I'm sick. Though stupid me only wore the sweatshirt, smart me bought a Tescos men's sweatshirt when we stopped in tescos after the game to grab some food before heading back to Glasvegas. The tag said 18 GBP but I only spent 13 on the sweatshirt, a sandwhich and a diet coke. Now I have a really nice and warm grey sweatshirt that i might try turning into a badger costume. Score 1 for me!

It's a little depressing that my "travels" have only included Dundee and London, but that whole blood clot issue kind of took away all of october and now I'm far too lazy with far too little time left before I head home for Christmas (well actually texas for christmas and NYC for new years). Trying to get my life back to normal is actually kind of hard. Anxiety and paranoia over my health is affecting me mentally, but luckily i'm basically back to normal physically. I still get exhausted easier than before (and hiking up the hill is not fun right now when i'm congested and unable to breath normally), but I'm functioning nearly at normal.

Last night, I went to a pub quiz with some of the rugby girls at The Loft on Ashton Lane. We won. We kicked ass. It was to raise money for the sailing club and we kicked those sailing boys' asses. Well we didn't actually kick ass till about the 3 round when we realized we were some how ahead of everyone else. It did get close right before the final round when we were tied with the sailors, but we pulled through the true/false round (thanks to Jen knowing that america does indeed have drive through funeral homes--my contribution to that was: "well we have a lot of drive thru everythings so why not") and won. Our prize: 100 GBP bar tab (all in one sitting and before 30/11/07 but still!). That includes food and drink. Well split 7 ways... we'll get quite a bit of bang for our buck especially since my contribution will be drinking two really expensive glasses of champagne (2 units and Doctor approved).

FYI I did kick ass in the few american questions such as... which comes first in the year? The Superbowl, Kentucky Derby, and World Series. UH... DUH... but apparently people just don't know that here.

Anyway, I'm off to go back to bed and drink more chesty cough in hope that I'll be over this cold. i did see the doctor it is in fact a cold, not a sinus infection or bronchitis, and no i won't die from it--though that was my fear earlier which proves i'm paranoid about every little sniffle and cough post stroke. grrrrreat.

PS this spring i'm applying for my PHD here. Wish me luck!