hair pt. 7

today i sat in the superintendents office for a chat about how i was doing so far on my placement with my link lecture-er.
she told me: "... and you need a haircut."

i think i need to talk some friggin' sence into them before i go to a barber.

life in a B&B

this week has gone super fast. i feel like im nicely getting back into x-raying people and learning more difficult stuff. every morning i go down for breakfast (which is cooked for me) and out comes the huge 'family size' pot of tea... during the week the B&B is full of workmen, which means dirty breakfast conversations (which i haven't been joining in with). i don't think its wierd to think my life in truro is a bit odd.
i now have a microwave and fridge (which are my only cooking facilities).... by the time im out of here, i'll be a master of microwave cookings, maybe i could write a book. the landlady was kind enough to give me the key to the part of the house with a pay-telephone and the telephone number for it (even though she said she wouldn't when i first arrived) when i told her about emma and please can i have it!!

truro is pretty.

truro

its sometimes hard to keep up the enthusasm (which begins genuine) when the radiographer you are working with looks like they would rather die then be x-raying someone.the head of the radiology department told us students to keep smiling to the radiographers.
i live in the basement of a big house with a large 36 year old man.

i am very very happy to be here, im looking forward to going to truro vineyard and meeting new people (the above are the negitives).

down

with 2 days of classes of being told whats going to be making up "the busiest and most stressful year of our study" and 1 day left until i move down to truro for my 14week 'we don't have a microwave for you yet' placement, i think its natural to feel down.

not even a friggin' fridge either!!

new house

im all moved in and living in my new house in bristol. its decorated wierdly, a lot sqitzaphrenic but i have an ubandance of self space and my bed dosn't sqeek everytime i move.
with mark growing a fine afro, in which i see a truely superior potential that has made me feel like "the father who is living out his dreams through his child", im always asking him to fluff it up and stuff. i aim to stop that.
im sitting on the stairs which is the only communal place i can get internet signal. it feels a little arkward but whatever.

i wish i had a far more passionate interest in the current prostate cancer screening methods... that would help motivate me to do something about my distertation... otherwise, like abdi said "they'll be like 'wheres dave'... 'oh hes collecting papers on the street, hes gone crazy" (from leaving things to the last minuite)

emma

emma rocks, amoungst the many many cool things about her she does cool photos: check out her photos at http://www.flickr.com/photos/20275885@N00/