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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.