It's a fresh start. Formerly Agent Kafka, slowly becoming just Leia.


Needed to inject some photos into the old tumblr it seems. Had a long day yet again, I have loads of work to do. Tomorrow I am working at the interview day for my medical school setting up the room and talking to the applicants before they enter their interview. It will be interesting and I know from experience that it’s helpful but I won’t be getting any work done. This term is hard but I am loving everyone in my life right now. I am really happy here despite all the work, 7 am starts and missing the people that can’t be here. I have to go do some work now.
I have so much work to do but during my break I thought I’d tumble because i have been thinking lately.
At uni so many of my friends are getting with each other and sleeping about right now which has got me thinking. It is so accepted here and before I arrived there were rumours that what was merely a drunken snog (and possible fumble) was in fact a lot more. The other half of this rumour persuaded many of my friends that I was lying and it really upset me that they believed him. I don’t know why but I felt ashamed that people could believe this of me. Now, even if it were true I couldn’t care.
Being at uni has shown me how people behave. It seems to be human nature to get drunk and make these mistakes and no-one judges on the level that I was judged back home. My behaviour really was nothing. I just realised that over the last few days and it is a huge relief. Why was I stupid enough to think it mattered? Still in the high school frame of mind maybe. Or maybe living with the parents frame of mind?
Now I’m at medical school, I’ve used a sawed through human bone to remove the thoracic cage from a 92 year old woman. I’ve felt her lungs and muscles, skin and fat. I’ve met cancer patients and new born babies.
Success.

Bed

Desk and chest of drawers (!!!)

Big wardrobe homies

Lots of storage space

Shower room

View from my bedroom

Kitchen

View from the kitchen
My halls are so great! As are my flatmates. They bought be a birthday cake (19 tomorrow!) and last night I twisted my foot and it is sooo sore but my Iranian flatmate carried me from Brighton to Falmer. That is a huge distance- 3 train stops guys. So yeah, basically a boastful post to lure my girls to come and visit :)
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