Over the course of the last weekend I have had two mildly amusing things happening to me.

1. Whilst I was going home on Friday afternoon I experienced something I had never experienced before. Namely my bus driver taking a wrong turn. He was supposed to take the third exit on the round about, but the took the second. This was quickly solved by him doing three right turns, but it was rather funny.

2. I was passed out on my bed on Saturday morning, when my mother let the cat into my room. She said as she always does: ,,A visitor” and then waited for me to respond as I was somewhat awake. My cat obviously wasn’t so sure, because she jumped on my bed, walked all the way to where my head was buried in the pillow and nudged my face with her nose, as if to check if I was still alive. When I lifted my head and grunted, she was seemingly satisfied and left for my top bunk. My mum was satisfied as well and left me to sleep till eleven-thirty.

So yeah, mildly amusing stuff. I hope you’ll get a smile out of it

Today I had the best day I’ve had in a while. Enjoying yourself in the company of others sort of takes a back seat when you’re busy with exams and catching up with work you should have done earlier .

Friday my day was not so good, starting with an exam that didn’t really go according to plan, and ending with what shall henceforth be known as the Friday Fiasco. The Friday Fiasco has been on my mind since it happened, and it was nice to get away from it today .

I spent the day with my aunt, uncle, insanely cute cousin, and their cat, who doesn’t really seem to like me all that much. When I arrived we had some lunch and I helped my cousin with the gift I bought her (a wooden elephant she could paint and put together) and after lunch we went to a playground where I watched my aunt and uncle throw snowballs at each other, as well as my aunt being chased by my cousin, who would try to throw snowballs at her.

Before dinner the three grown ups sat on the couch, and my cousin sat/hung on my lap, which was really cute and really nice. We watched Mr. Bean’s holiday, which I hadn’t seen before, but now really like. My cousin and I also managed to persuade my uncle to let us watch a Winnie The Pooh movie. I found out later why he wasn’t enthusiastic at first; my cousin had seen the movie so often she could say all the lines and sing all the songs almost word perfect.

After dinner when I was on the way home I had the only down point of the day, although it was a very large down point. You see, I spent the 2 hour long train ride back to my city in a train which couldn’t have been warmer than 10 degrees Celsius! It seriously made my feet hurt and I had to buy a hot chocolate to get warm again.

That was the only damper on my day though, because other than that it was pretty awesome! Everybody needs a cute 4-year-old cousin

I thought it would be interesting to share a but of my writing with you today. This is a piece I wrote a little over a year ago for a contest on a website. Unfortunately, I never found out who won. Oh well. It’s a little shorter than a hundred words according to MS Word, and to be honest, I’m still not sure what I think about it. Weird, huh?

Whatever she once wanted, whatever she once needed, she didn’t want or need it any more. All she wanted was a kiss.

His lips were so close, she could almost feel them. She wondered how they would feel on hers as she watched him talk.

What he was saying was not important, she wasn’t paying attention anyway, she just watched his lips move. They were perfect. Watching them move was perfect.

She leaned in closer to him, pretending she couldn’t hear.

He stopped talking. She mustered all of her courage, and took a chance.

She kissed him.

Over the past few weeks our cat has been sleeping in my room. Mostly she’s been sleeping on my top bunk, or on my mouse arm, or on the end of my bed. Recently she’s taking to sleeping on top of me. Like so:

That there in the back of those incredibly grainy pictures (used my laptop webcam) is me. I’m trying to look at my computer screen, and breathe at the same time, which is sort of impossible, since the cat was right in my face.
She’s done it again, by the way. She came to sit next to me on my bed, and then stared at my breasts until I made room for her to lie on them.

I love, love, love Christmas! And when I say that I don’t mean that I love getting gifts, or that I go to mass at twelve a clock on Christmas eve. When I say that I mean that I don’t give a hoot about either of those things: I’m not religious, and presents are exchanged at Sinterklaas.

What I love the most about Christmas are Christmas songs, and I don’t mean the religious ‘here comes baby jesus’ types of Christmas songs. I love funny, upbeat and catchy tunes! Some of my favourites: ‘I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas’ (I don’t have a clue who sings it unfortunately) and ‘Why Couldn’t It Be Christmas Every Day’ by Bianca Ryan (she’s got some voice).

What do you love most about Christmas?

My oral exam was today. I passed!

I have a new unfavourite word though: demyelination. Try saying it once, and then imagine having to say it on average about three times per sentence for five minutes. Whilst saying it wrong for the first two-and-a-half.

I was very embarrassed, though my assessor had nothing but praise for me.

I have recently found that cooking is an excellent method of dealing with all the stress that surrounds my studies. Especially stews, which is real winter food, are nice to do. They usually require little preparation and have to simmer for an hour or two. Giving you time to clean up the mess you made during the preparations.
I also enjoy luncheon dishes, as they are often things that I usually don’t eat, and allow me to eat something warm for lunch, which just bread with something on it won’t.

So this afternoon I attempted Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches, and this evening I made a wonderful goulash . I served the goulash with noodles for me and my parents, and potatoes for my siblings, as they don’t like noodles.

The final serving of the goulash I made.

I forgot to take a picture, so this is the final serving (mine) of goulash with egg noodles The yellowy things are potatoes, the red is bell pepper and the brown is the meat.

The philly cheesesteak sandwich I made was delicious

The cheese is cheddar (which I now love) and the toppings are mushrooms and onions.

Recipes:
Goulash
Philly Cheesesteak

I blogged about this before, and it really irks me. People who behave annoyingly during exams.

Take for instance today’s exam, there were six different types of exam being taken in the tennis hall of the sport complex, and while they all started at the same time, they ended at different times. These are some of the things I found most annoying:

• For the love of god, do NOT wear high heels to an exam if you expect you will be done early. I really don’t need to hear you STOMP by on your way to the exit. Even more annoying was that some of the invigilators also wore heels. >.<
• Please blow your nose before the start of the exam. Hearing over 400 students constantly blowing their nose is very distracting.
• Take cough drops with you to the exam! I swear, this one person was coughing so much I was seriously thinking of clobbering him over the head.
• When you want to ask a question either do so a) quietly so we don’t hear or b) loud enough so that we all hear the answer to the question. Half-whispering is annoying and distracting

Thankfully I’m done with my exam, and my next one is in five weeks, hopefully most of the other people will have shaken their colds by then!

This is the first of hopefully many questions I’ll answer, as a part of my new blogging idea. Today’s questions is a combined one. Nadine wanted to know why I chose to study medicine, and Kaylee wondered how old I was when I decided/knew I wanted to go to medical school.

I must say that I don’t really have a good reason. Nothing of this ‘I want to go to Africa and save the world’-stuff. I suppose I first decided I wanted to do something medical when I was around 11/13 years old, because that was when I started watching ER. The doctors in ER were so incredibly cool, racing around, spouting all this medical jargon of which I didn’t understand anything, saving people’s lives like that. I think I decided I wanted to be a doctor then and there.

I still don’t know how I stuck with the same dream for 5-7 years, but somehow I managed. I wavered from time to time, but my resolve to go to medical school was only strengthened when I started to watch Grey’s Anatomy, House and Strong Medicine (not necessarily in that order).

Over the years I’ve often wondered if I would get in. Especially when my grades started slipping a bit in 5th and 6th grade, but overall I’ve always known that I wanted to go. I didn’t even have a back up plan when I applied! When people would ask me that I would always say something along the lines of: ,,Perhaps I’ll do Chemistry, or Physics, or Law, but for now I’m not even allowing myself the option that I might not get in.” I suppose I didn’t allow that possibility because I didn’t want to freak out, and believe me, that didn’t really help.

I still often wonder on what grounds they thought I was special enough to make number 8 on a list of 300 people, but I’m just glad I made it that high on the list. Now that I’m in, I realise that even though some of the courses I have right now might not be the most interesting, I still really want to become a doctor.

So yeah, when I grow up I’m going to be a television doctor (jk.)

(Please keep in mind that if there are other things you would like to know about me, all you have to do is ask a question in the comments! The questions can be as weird as you like )

So this question thing seemed to be a really good idea. Which is why I’m adding it to my previously non existent blogging schedule, which now looks like this:
Wednesday – Answer a question posed by a reader
Rest of the week – ????

Yeah… I need to work on that. For now, please ask me loads and loads of questions, and I’ll answer the first one on Saturday.

However, feel free to exclude all potentially embarrassing questions, the internet doesn’t need to know everything, kay?

(You can e-mail me the questions at questions @ forever-thinking .net, or you can simply post your questions as comments on ANY entry.)