feeling hung over sure isn't the best way to start a weekend. pfa last night was at pa's and it wasn't exactly a wild night. the bar tab ran dry at 9pm and i'd only arrived at 8pm (had to go to a lab do). however, despite this minor setback i still managed to find myself stumbling home past midnight with galaxy and brumbles in tow, drunk as a fish, trying hard to ignore my incessant vomition centre. a smattering of final years made a showing too, feeling quite ancient and cynical in the face of all the freshers: lou, mike, byron, paul, and a random belgian exchange student (who thought belgian chicks weren't naughty enough :-/ )
uni this week was palliative care at the good ol' peter mac. the senior consultant dr simon wein was a pretty cool teacher. the highlight for me was his tutorial on death and dying, where he quoted camus's the myth of sisyphis! the weather was really nice too all week, and brumbles and i walked home everyday. did heaps of things with group a again this week: i can't get enough of them. went to lygon street for gelati's on wednesday, went and learnt how to bake with lou that evening, then went and watched er at brumble's house on thursday. i cannot stop marveling at the incredible chance that brought us together way back in semester eight (the shrine).
went to uni on friday and re-experience the energy and hope that is university life. o'week was in full blast with clubs and societies, barbeques, freshers everywhere. bumped into gh handing out breakfast bars for his club. the dude is in final year as well, looking forward to finishing and earning big dentistry dollars. we reminisced about the good old days. i think it's time we all did a bit of moving on. uni has done well for us, but we're all ready for bigger and better things.
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