MEDness: am to pm...

i'm back in HOSPITALSSS! WOOOOOHOOOOOOPPEEEE DOOOOOOO my lifeee is backkk to normal again!!

aye, although 5 weeks of the GP chat and black coffee on tap was fun while it lasted, i definitely think hospitals are my true love... ohh yeahhh.. now if only they had proper caffetieres in wards as opposed to rubbish maxwell / nescafe coffee grounds. eeewwwuuuckkk...

so yes... life is gettin back on track for little ol carrol.. :)

meanwhile.. party photos....sleeveface at jim's.

optimo - still the best night in glasgow

meanwhile, carol is thinking she needs to think less and do more...

halloween in the hospital

THE DUMFRIES DIARIES....

Dumfries, indolent city by day.the Infirmary. the doctors' residences - a bulwark of respectability, civility and excellence...??????

but come halloweeen......,

the long kiss goodnight

dear peoples, i beg your pardon for the dearth of posts of late.. my mind has been a-wander on all things new, bright and beautiful...
the GSA degree show was awash with rain, cold, sleet, shower, with a splash of glasgow-grey to finish. however, however, i say, it is the people that make the place... ... taa daaaAA!! :

the event: gsa degree show

the people: gilly-billy-hilly. nora-sista-pan. le lovely rachel. el ruthie babieee.the woman with the umbrella

the vic

the street party hustlers

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si si, tiempo bueno.

le fantastique quatre: ruthieee. moi. kathiee. becca

rebecca joy taylor.

'We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted water's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait too late'
We got to go for all we know
-'Just the two of us' by Bill Withers

MadHATTeRs

"Knowledge puffs up, but love builds up." - 1 Corinthians 8:1

Walking through the kelvingrove with dad and mom today while the sun was still shining and topics were regarding the abundance of books we had in our home and how i thought the only things worth getting from the U.K. were old editions of old books. But we had too many books at home as it was, and mom was storing up too much junk. Too many books? Can such a phrase possibly be seen in the negative? There was no such thing as too many books as there is no such thing as attaining enough knowledge!

But no. In retrospect, and in the moment of clarity that insomnia brings, i relent. there is such a thing as having too many books. there is such a thing as having knowledge without enough love.
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meanwhile, this was saturday night:

hat flat party flat hat party hlat fat party flat pat harty!!

she wants to move

more immunological nonsense (photos included this time!!)

nerd attack! immunologists loose in the west end! before heading to the qmu
me and steve.erica, alexis, me.carol loves dancing.rooooaaaarrr!.

calum+mark.stephen is a nottie boy.luke, me, steve,?.me and greg aree in loveeee with T cells.

carol -heart- immunologists!

my raps is beda than yours

what does carol do just 2 days before her second exam? she goes out and has a blasstttt of a timee with drunken immunologists and the like... starting out at brick on bath street, where i got very nicely relaxed on white wine, we then hopped, skipped and jumped over (narrowly missing cars) to kushion for more excellent banter and dancing.

anyhow, i would just like to reinstate that freedom, oh freedom, will be mine to have and to holldddd very very very sooon... Rrright, now if i can just keep my mind body movin' body movin' on Cox Proportional Hazards Models and oh.. a-one sound and the sound's so soothin' We be getting down and you know we're crush grooving the Nolan 7 principles of a good public servant. to my people, keep rock it on, cos my raps is beda than yours....

the great escape

Gill and Carol's guide to a good night out:Step 1 : have a meal together seasoned with spices, salt, mirth and love.

Step 1b: do not deign to dine in style. Step 2: head for a pit stop.

Step 3: head toward the musik
Step 3b: wearing red boots help enhance the mood

viper, the medic's clubStep 4: feel free to losee controlll, looosee connntrroolll, baby, looseezeee Kontrolllll

Step 5: Always incorporate some practical lessons and learn from one another.

bhangra!

power to the bhangra!

strictly come dancing

ceilidh, ceilidh, ceilidh!

it's alll about the chat, really.... nothing is complete without the banter.. i know i say this tOOOoo much, and i know if u google my blog, the word 'banter' probably appears more than 500 times, but i just cannot emphasize how great the craic has been of late...

this can be attributed to the following reasons...

• HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!!!
• carol loves dancing
  
• proper, sweaty, scottish ceilidh (there have been many of late...) and a good ol game of knights, horses and cavaliers.
• immunology students kick ass!!! (big time)
  
• carol's rnb club rules. (both meanings)
  

mmmm... carol loves a man who can dance.

the side effects of having great craic...

• coming home smelling of weed (don't worry mom, didn't touch the stuff!)
• coming home at 330 am in the morning absolutely shattered and having to be up in 4 hours
• coming home at 2am the next night even more shattered
• having to do the same tonight
  
• seeing drunk medics immersed in debauchery
• having to look after drunk friends with lowered *ahem* inhibitions

the joys of immunology.

the joys of the celts

mad mad mads's

meanwhile, conversation topics have been of a seriously diverse scope of late... 5 hours today at mads's was EPIC.... carol loves like-minded people... who not necessarily have to share the same morality or perspectives on things, but who has a mind which thinks in the same way as mine....

carol loves intellectual fodder... mmmmmm.....

BeholdddddDDDD....

behold... i have found... the new BLANKET...

• I'M UR HOMIE.
• i am no fun.

i say, glasgow, u dark horse...

dancing in the freedom we know

the uni today

bounce with me.. because it is one of those moments. sleeping with monkeys, going in the buff, detuning and retuning, driving to swedish soils, unravelling a curtain lady, flipping swatches, climbing, walking, waxing (lyrical about epithets, portmanteaus, metonymy and eponyms) jogging, cooking... and dancing (lots of dancing!)... maybe i'm too settled or maybe i'm lost, but really, i am just putting things in their place. As You open my eyes to the work of Your hands. For what is the point if we do not give thanks to God?

so, back in glasgow and recreating my niche! la la la la la la la la la la la*

(*to the sound of the music in ur heart)

butter makes it better

i reckon i've drank more in the last week than i have in the last 6 months... like for example last night...

what else i've been doing in my remaining days left in singapore...

• hanging out loads with the craziest bunch of girls...