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all i've done today is listen to james blunt, do my russian lesson, a wee bit of uni work and otherwise sloth. that's not even worth a blog entry.

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I've been recommended for physio therapy, so my appointment card will hopefully come through sometime this week so I can get on with it. I'm going to see Enter Shikari again on March 19th, then You Me At Six on March 25th, so it's a really busy week considering. Enter Shikari's in Manchester, but I'm not driving anymore, Sean is. Aaron's driving us for You Me At Six. This injury seriously has ruined my social life haha. Need to crack on with the last few bits of work for uni tomorrow, Thursday and Friday and then it's time to hopefully get my poster printed on Saturday, submit it on Monday and then embark on my last three weeks of my second year! I can't believe this time next year I'll be looking at graduating. It feels like no time's gone by at all. Well, I suppose it hasn't really. It's only about five months of the year, so it's not surprising that it goes by quickly.

Just got in from seeing the doctor. I've been referred to physio, I just have to drop the form down at the hospital tonight then they send me a list of appointments and hopefully, that'll be the last of it. My GiveBlood form arrived as well, so I have to remember to fill it out and take it with me this time which is a bit odd haha. It's only my second time but I'm really excited about doing it. It's a fantastic cause, even if you do feel a little bit drained after doing it. Drained, geddit? Alright, I guess I'm not that funny. I'm going to have to finish up my uni work anyway and crack on with my Russian for the day. There's no fun in a week off if you're working. No fun at all.

jose gonzalez- heartbeats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4_4abCWw-w

one of the best songs ever.

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So. I've decided I'll have more than one blog because I genuinely do enjoy blogging. This one isn't anything to do with my nails blog- the only thing that links them is because they're both by me. This one's going to be about a lot more than just nails and fashion and all that jazz. I have a tumblr account but lately I haven't really liked using it. I just find it to be full of the same stuff day after day after day so in all honesty I'm sort of wondering about just deleting it and using this one instead. I might actually, but I won't decide on that just now.

A few things about me then.

I'm doing a degree in psychology.

I'm allergic to cranberries, face paint and pine trees so christmas is a grim time.

I read ridiculously fast.

By the end of this year I'll speak five languages fluently.

My favourite book in the whole wide world is To Kill A Mockingbird. I would love to be able to write something as amazing as that.

I touch-type.

I'm off uni for a week this week because of alternative curriculum week where all of our lectures are basically on policing. I'm not really one for policing so I'm not going, I'm using the week to work on my other projects instead. In about eight minutes I'm going to set off to go to the doctors to see what the hell is going on with my busted knee.

About four weeks ago I ripped the cartilage in my knee. I heal so fast it's insane. I go from having a cut to nothing in a matter of days, it's pretty good but sometimes can be a bit misleading. I'd have been about three weeks into an apparent six weeks healing time, was wandering about totally fine and even driving again... and then one night my knee locked the way it had three weeks before and that was it. For this last week I've been tottering about and dragging my leg behind me when I walk like some deranged zombie from 28 Weeks Later. But I'm going to find out what's going on. When I'd went to the hospital to begin with, the doctor basically did nothing. She tested my ligaments then shrugged the rest off as if it wasn't important. Then I find out from other people that no, I might need surgery and yes, it is important. And they wonder why the NHS get slated all too regularly.
I'm going to drop in a few CVs around town as well. I'm so unemployed it's painful.