I recently went to Splendour in the Grass - a massive rock festival held in Byron Bay for 3 days every July.

It was stupendous.

Alas, dancing for hours in the cold, winter air doesn't make for very healthy living and I have alas come down with a persistent and quite annoying cough. I can forgive my cough however, because my weekend was so great, and despite being a little bit cold and sometimes disappointed with the arrangement of Splendour, everything turned out really well and I got to dance a lot.

I don't know why, but I used to hate dancing and now I love it. I just found that I could dance for hours, without thinking about Medicine or about any of the other stresses in my life. And now I am back at uni, studying till 10pm at night and I've already had my first cry of the week and argument with a family member.

Time to go swig me some cough syrup.

Security guards.

I think I write a lot more on this blog when it's leading up to exams. I like to think it's because my life is so interesting and jam-packed up until this moment that I don't have the time to write, but I really think that this is the time when I become a professional at procrastinating.

The time leading up to exams is also the time when I like to bake. Today I made an apple crumble from scratch. I stewed the apples, I made my own crumble, I covered not only the apples with the crumble, but the whole counter-top, the flour and butter containers, the floors and my clothes.

I've also discovered that I probably have an unusual acquaintance-like friendship with the security guard at my university, because I like to study at my uni till late in the lead up to exams so often when I'm leaving my uni and walking towards my car I'll turn around to see the security guard watching me leave.
At first I thought "Creepy man! Run!"
But now, after getting to know the place where I've chosen to live till the end of this year, I realise it's "OMG! Security guard rescue me!"

See I have a theory about my neighbourhood which I was explaining to a friend when she was planning on staying late at uni.
FRIEND: I think I'm going to stay late at uni but I need to get my car first so I can drive home afterwards.
ME: What time are you thinking of staying till?
FRIEND: About 7pm.
ME: Oh, you'll be safe to walk home then. The rapists don't come out till after 8pm.
People turn and stare at me.
ME: What I mean is, rapists don't come out till after 8pm.
FRIEND: I think that's the same thing.
ME: Surely not. It's a tried and tested theory.
FRIEND: You've walked home before 8 and not been raped and walked home afterwards and...?
ME: What me? No, no, no.
FRIEND: Then how do you...
ME: Well surely rapists know that there are people about and cars about at 7pm. It's like prime-time on tv. Nothing bad ever happens during prime-time. It's all Fraser and How I Met Your Mother and Home and Away.
FRIEND: Pretty sure two kids got molested on home and away last week.
ME: What type of world is this that we're living in!?!

So as I was saying. Me and the security guard. We're tight.

Tupperware.

I bought pyrex tupperware today with the money I probably should have spent on bras. Albeit pyrex is made from shatter-proof glass; which I proved today when I took my tupperware from its packaging and proceeded to drop one of the small bowls on the ground. Luckily it didn't break.

But I still require bras and was thinking about that today as I realised that exams are about 4 weeks away. These two things probably don't seem connected but unfortunately that means that here starts the downward spiral into failing medicine and thus living in the gutter; which I think I should prepare myself for. I will take to wearing shopping bags around the apartment and wearing only a thin scrap of material for clothing.

However, because I brought tupperware instead of bras, it is very likely that I will not only be living in a gutter but I will be bra-less.

Good thing I brought tupperware to wear (as a fashion statement my friend told me).

Bad thing it's see-through.