coexisting with someone(/people) is a wonderful thing. that's my final thought for the day.

(even though my sister can drive me insane, and there's a stark no fluffy pet rule, and next year I need to worry about bills too)

If I asked you:
there is going to be a bomb on a train you board in the next week, you have the change to get away safely, or you can risk dying to save others, what would you do?

A documentary started me on this.

The righteous thing to say is you'd stay, stripping your shirt to stem bleeds and talking to injured to keep them conscious. You might say you have a family that will always and forever come first so you will do anything necessary to get back to them.

But you just don't know until it happens. That's the strange thing about human behaviour, as predictable as it often is, such a strong percentage is entirely spontaneous. There's no thoughts or conscious awareness, just instinct and split second judgements.

So when I said I would be strong when my Grandad eventually passed away, I meant it. I believed as much as you might that you'd stay and help, but I was wrong. Just like the people left the 7/7 train carriages to safety with their first aid qualifications quietly hidden beneath their cuts and grazes... my behaviour mightn't be matching up to my expectations.

Strange, isn't it?

We spend our lives trying to work out who we are, yet we do things before we've realised it is happening and change what we think as soon as and when a situation demands it. Choice: none?

do me a wee favour,

sit for a moment today and appreciate what you've got.

So, I still haven't cleared those messages or come anywhere near. As for those deviations they are like the pile of post on my desk that excites me but I don't really have time for. Yet.

As such, I'd like to share with you an awesome fact...

In three weeks time I will be at home for THREE MONTHS!

Oh, the joys of being a nineteen year old university student. Which means time to be a weird and make my own clothes, live in a house (an actual house) that I am legally (and maturely, and happily) renting a matter of (a hundred or so) meters from the beach (if I so wish, though friends in my hometown offer quite a compelling arguement to stay home), earn some money and, you got it right, have freedom to write. Follwing this, along with this, inconjunction with all fo the above, TIME.

I am rather an excited sausage about all of this.

We don't mention the six very difficult exams that begin on Thursday

I will get back to learning about Neurophysiology soon, Yup.

yo! I never say yo, you're right. it's caught on for the moment, so I'll carry on with that.

been gone for yonks. enough to accumulate 2656 deviations, 1771 messages and 4 notes. and to completely change my life.

so howdy, partners do we have cowboy emoticons yet?
if not:

forgot about these little deelies.

fancied being a devious deviant for a bit. as effamay. I've missed it.

9am lecture though, I'll get back to you.

toodles.

p.s. I'm feeling rather loved, for ten reasons and another. check this out: [link]