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[Jan. 27th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
I imagine this is what it feels like to be an only child. All of my brothers have finally moved out of the house and it's just me, mam and tad while Deiniol and the others are off being Adults and apparently they're Grown Ups. I'm not convinced they're mature enough to fend for themselves though. I'm sure that they'll probably be at home in a week trying to convince mam to wash their socks for them. Well, Deiniol might be able to fend for himself. Maybe.
I now have to go and study for a chemistry test. The fun never stops in Wales! |
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[Jan. 13th, 2009|07:26 pm] |
The puppy finally has a name. After much deliberation I decided to call it Killer. It's ironic as he's just a big ball of fluffy sappiness.
I'm not going to provoke Calvinia over the internet. No matter how bloody tempting it is. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|07:03 pm] |
Oh my god, Shaun! I can't believe you did that! So adorable!
Thank you so much! Just so much! I'm freaking out a little bit, in a good way, and I'm just... thank you! |
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[Dec. 13th, 2008|10:14 pm] |
Having a sister is turning out to be really weird.
I start a new rotation after Christmas, they're sending me to the psych ward. Which should be interesting. I'm not looking forward to the children's ward rotation that I have to do after it, because sick kids is just depressing, for fairly obvious reasons. Yeah, I'm becoming that girl. The one who can only talk about work. I obviously need a bloody social life.
I've got to finish my Christmas shopping tomorrow. Sunday afternoon on Oxford Street, I'm obviously a masochist. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|03:24 pm] |
Oh you crazy English and your inability to learn a language without many vowels.
( You Fail. ) |
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[Nov. 11th, 2008|04:34 pm] |
I'm back at work now and the commute isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I've got some lectures next week and then I have to work on some essays. Life's pretty much gone back to normal, only I'm living with my brother and speaking Welsh more often.
I'm thinking of going to the cinema this weekend, anyone got any suggestions about what I should see? |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|07:09 pm] |
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Two weeks compassionate leave is the most my uni and the hospital could give me. It's better than nothing, I guess. I'm going to be commuting after that anyway so I can stay in Wales. I just need to find someone to take my room at the house in London so that I can stop paying rent and then I'll move back here permanently. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|07:13 pm] |
I'm really looking forward to next week. I've been given a whole week off from work so that I can go to my brother's wedding. I'm not sure who else has been invited to it apart from my parents and other brothers but it should be fun. I'm certainly looking forward to seeing how many people are going to get ridiculously drunk on champagne and then dance really badly.
It also means that I'll get to drink good coffee. Yes, I'm obsessed with the caffeinated beverage. You'd all miss it if I didn't post about it! |
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[Sep. 27th, 2008|03:20 am] |
The coffee situation is less dire, partly because of my favourite brother, and partly because my housemate found the best little independent coffee place about ten minutes from the hospital. It's crap for uni days, but brilliant for when I'm working shifts.
Yes. I am giving you weekly coffee updates. This is only because I'm not actually allowed to give you details about the bloke who came into Casualty with a ketchup bottle stuck up his arse. I'm sorry, I know that would make a far more interesting post! |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|02:27 am] |
Coffee situation: Still dire. Starbucks is becoming a very real option right now.
I'm going home tomorrow to see my family because I've got four days off. I can't wait to see Deiniol, Dalton and Temple, although seeing my mam is probably going to drive me nuts. I love the woman but she's a bit crackers sometimes.
On the upside, my visit home should cure the coffee situation, I can wash all my clothes and eat some proper food. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|09:09 pm] |
Deiniol, to celebrate your Saints Day I drank good coffee from the independent coffee shop in Kensington before going to hang out with some friends in Hyde Park. Yes, I celebrated with good coffee.
It was either coffee or singing Danny Boy very loudly in a pub. I chose the option that wouldn't come back to haunt me in a bad way. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2008|03:36 pm] |
One day the hospital cafeteria is going to serve a cup of coffee that doesn't taste like death warmed up. On that day there will be much rejoicing, mostly from me and every other medical student, doctor and nurse in the hospital. The porters might even get together and do a little dance number. We'd all cheer, it would be brilliant.
My mam called me when I was on my break, and the fact that she knew I was on my break is terrifying do mother's have a weird sixth sense that lets them know when their kids are busy drinking bad coffee? Anyway, she called and rambled on about how I needed to come and visit soon. I guess that means my next free weekend won't be spent with my friends down the pub, but will be spent going home, maybe I can get her to do my laundry, and a home cooked dinner would be nice. I'm getting a little sick of pizza's. I eat a lot of pizza. From pizza Hut, it's not even good pizza.
Oh. Right, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ceri Gruffudd. Hi! |
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