Just another uni kid

√Physiotherapist

Pheewwwwwww, another year down.

But honestly, the most exciting thing about this momentous day isn’t the fact that I am HALF WAY onto becoming an actual physio, sleeping past 7 o’clock every morning seems just as appealing as an overseas trip.

In saying that, i have just spent the last hour listening to Taylor Swift and suffering from a serious case of the wobbly bottom lip syndrome to some of her songs.

ALL THESE FEELS!!! WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?

THE END OF THE WEEK AFTER YOU’VE CRAMMED THREE EXAMS WORTH OF INFOMATION IN YOUR BRAIN

whatshouldwecallptschool:

Well… It’s actually the start of the week for me. It’s that wonderful time of the year where i sit around wishing that we didn’t have any limbs. AT ALL… we can all just be chunks of torso with a head that lies around like rocks. We can take in nutrients by osmosis and sunlight, reproduce asexually and never have any problems like primary/secondary/internal/external/what ever the hell else impingements.

Or… I can just go to bed because it’s 1am and i have my upper limb exam at 11 :(

When you’ve had too much neurophysiology

why-i-am-a-vet-student:

4yearsofvetschool:

This will make you think of the spinal walking reflex,

                                 

                             

Guess which exam I have tomorrow!

One and a bit more week!

Exam block is almost over i can taste it! Almost…

Technical Bitch

Found this on a friend’s wall this morning… I felt it was quite befitting to describe the current (and inverse) ratio between my mental stability and amount of work done.

Dearest Daniel,

On this special occasion, being approximately exactly the eighth or so anniversary of the birth of my little, white, fluffy, technical bitch, I felt it fitting to bring to your attention the reality in which we both play an important role - one of us more so than the other. I call this reality ‘my life’, although the phrase is interchangeable with the term ‘hell’. Call it what you
will. I am 103.91666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666666…7 hours away from what will be the beginning of my intense, yet slow and torturous death. Should I not survive, I leave you the stack of sticky notes that you will find beside my bed. I hope this will bring back many fond memories in the years to come. However! While I am still alive at this present and also current moment in time that is right now, I am worried about what I am doing with my potentially useful life as I should either be studying with more concentration than a bomb defuserist whatever or sleeping more blissfully than a sloth on happy gas, but instead I’m watching… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmC6CBHQopA&feature=relmfu …that, which I highly recommend you do also as well. Her voice at 1:15 brought great happiness to my night, and in the proceeding moments, I felt a sense of fulfillment rush through my large collection of hopes and dreams. I hope it brightens your life, much like the sun does, except more. Which reminds me. Is global warming still a thing? Or did someone fix that? Because I’m preeeettyyyy sure it used to be the only thing anyone on tv ever talked about, and now it’s all myeah myeah myeah we don’t put weird stuff in our milk… So I’m glad the world has sorted out its priorities. Much like myself. Of recent times, I have consumed a total exceeding 10 (ten) servings of gummi bears, 13.2 (thirteen point two) servings of chips, and 12 (twelve) servings of good old oj. Is that legal/should I consult my doctor/funeral director? Anyway, I do sincerely hope that your night was more productive than my entire life. And thus, I leave you with this beautifully relevant and inspiring quote from the great mind of Howard Nordberg. “Life is a cement trampoline”.

Much love,
Dani :) ox ox ox ox ox

I just love SWOTVAC. Brings out the best in us all doesn’t it?

Vacation jobs

I hate to admit it, but I’ve read my fair share of Dolly and Girlfriend growing up. Although who am i kidding, they’re still just as amusing as they were, but without the high educational value my prepubescent mind (…okay, maybe also a few years into highschool) put on them.

But i digress. I remember reading all those stories of apparently remarkable teenage achievements and the trend they all seem to have. So let me go ahead and summarise:

Girl (or guy) wants something —> girl (or guy) works hard for it —> girl (or guy) succeeds

And by working hard for it, they usually mean two or three summer jobs to cover all charges for whatever they wanted. Which leads me to the question: HOW? HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW HOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW?

I have literally spent the past several years trying to get ANY summer, Christmas jobs, let alone three? The worst part is, the employers don’t even bother contacting to inform me of my failure at application. They just let it hang there, like one big, giant, messed up game of hard to get. I JUST WANT TO WORK FOR YOU AT MY LOW 19 YEAR OLD RATE!

Maybe instead of a resume, i should just hand in sheets of paper with: “Desperate uni student, need job for summer, will work every day if needed.” And of course, this will be printed in LARGE (probably size 40), bolded, Arial or Verdana font (just to keep it professional). Because clearly, employers all seem to suddenly suffer from dementia when it comes to reading resumes. Otherwise, how else are they not convinced of how amazing i am??

sindyk asked: i'm so tired of studyinggg. i have so much to do. so little time. i'm scared. yes, i realise there's no question in any of this but i'm bored and deluded and a little craycray right now ok??????

Wow. You are so bored you’ve resorted to talking to me on Tumblr? What happened to your apparently amazing productivity from being at the library? Don’t worry though, we can be bored and deluded and Cah-RAY CRAY together tomorrow! So don’t be scared! And we can look like grandmas together <3

When I realize how many tourists’ pictures I am in the background of

thetimeistudiedabroad: