Bai Bai Bai B.A.

It's a bit strange having to remind myself to post again - when posting regularly, you tend to find yourself being moved in some way by something that's happened during the day, and one of the thoughts that passes through is:

"I must remember to write about this later."

After my leave of absence, I don't consciously do this at the moment - in fact, my memory has been a bit rubbish of late, possibly due to not having any significant reasons to remember most things. I haven't been posting much on here, I haven't had to remember things for exams, and I haven't needed to remember anecdotes to tell friends later, since most of the time the interesting things happen when I'm with the people I would otherwise be telling my interesting stories to, meaning I'm left with the choice of attempting to tell them to people who'd react along the lines of

Option 1:
"[nod][nod][*stop talking already, I want to talk!*][smile] Great, so did I tell you about the time I..."

or Option 2:
"Who are you? I just wanted any spare change you had. [*Hmm... maybe if I act like a crazy homeless guy...*] AAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHIIII'M AN ELEEEEEEEECTRIC JEEEEEEEEESUS!!"

Thankfully, I tend to avoid resorting to these options, but it means that, should I have an interesting story and no one to tell it to, recently I've just let it disappear from memory altogether. This means that I still remember bits of that dream I had weeks ago where Patrick Stewart was naked, since I told James about it, but am dangerously close to forgetting all about the one I had this morning with whales shooting torpedoes out of their blowholes. Of course, it'll be remembered now I've written it here, so citing it as an example fails slightly, but you get what I mean. If nothing else, at least you'll get an idea of how odd my dreams are.

So... what interesting stories have been falling by the wayside? Well, I can no longer remember the May Ball in full detail, which sucks. Have a picture instead.


Also, after a great deal of faffing about (described in the last post), I was told I would be graduating, and I did so on Thursday morning - dressed like a twat, admittedly, but I gots me some proof of big edumacation now, and I'm really looking forward to starting clinical studies next year. I discovered that wearing the black-trimmed-with-white-fur hood up over my head as a hood, rather than how one traditionally wears it, actually creates a sort of "I am the anti-Santa" look.

Pure Myspacing there...

I've sorted out somewhere to live as well - obviously I am not about to put my address down here where anybody can read it, but I'll be nicely close (by bike) to both the clinical school and the town centre. And it's really nice. And furnished. With a good kitchen. And we have a really long garden which we're allowed to mess with as much as we want! Awesomesauce.

My family were here for graduation too. Yes, all of them - Mammy & Daddy Donnelly and all three Donnellings came up to Cambridge by car ferry. We walked around a bit, had pizza in the Cow, threw a frisbee around in the Fellows' Garden (until my brother stood on a bee and understandably was slightly incapacitated for any further walking around), and spent quite a bit of time making impressed noises over the photos my 6-year-old sister was taking when allowed to play with the cameras:


In the evening, the Donnellys, the Tangs and the friends of the Tangs converged on Charlie Chan's for a celebration dinner. Obviously I don't need to say this to anyone who's eaten there before, but it was gooood. :)


However, they've all gone home now, as have a few of my friends - my room is my own again, with only the ants to keep me company. :P