Snow days!

Generally, this long weekend has been quite pleasant! I had Thursday and Friday off college because of the snow, although i still would've been able to make my way safely to college(But obviously closing college for two days was an appropriate form of action...)! Thursday basically involved me catching up with the week's homework which I'd left (not unusually) for the day before it was meant to be handed in. To my delight, i also managed to fit in a snowball fight with Barbie (the wonderful 8 year old sibling) in which i can safely say was a clear triumph on my part. The best part was when she aimed a massive chunk of snow in my direction from about a metre away and still managed to miss by a sizable distance. Apart from that she did manage to actually hit me a couple of times, I'm not the fastest of runners, and she is quite fast. The first part of Friday involved me stuffing myself with copious amounts of food at good ol' Pizza/Pasta Hut (mmm nachos) and during the afternoon i saw 'Slumdog Millionaire' which was quite enjoyable, albeit a little depressing at times. On one of the advertisements outside the cinema it was called the 'feel good film of the decade'. I didn't feel that good in parts, considering people die quite often in the movie. Still, it was an enjoyable 2-3 hours. Afterwards returned home, to begin preparation for my Liverpool Medical School interview in a couple of days time. I also started listening to an audio book (which I've never tried but found surprisingly enjoyable) of 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold. Yes i was in tears for practically all the time i spent listening to it. Although I've heard of people criticising the book for her depiction of heaven, i think that she's done exceptionally well on something that is infinitely difficult to describe or picture, and it's not as predictable as some people argue. Well i think she did a grand job anyhow.

First post! Proudly written whilst watching Dancing On Ice...Todd Carty never fails to entertain me, (by entertain i mean hysterical laughter) especially after a not so interesting weekend. I have the typical adolescent relationship with the parentals. A relationship supplemented by a continuous onslaught of petty comments made on their part, for typically no reason at all, other than because they have nothing better to do. Another tendency they've latched onto more recently is believing a 5 year old and an 8 year old, over an 18 year old. This alone makes one seriously doubt and critisize their judgement. The 8 year old, who i will call Barbie due to the uncanny resemblance to the famously annoying plastic figure, has recently rembarked on an old tradition of stealing my belongings from my cupboard, and throwing them around the house, or when it comes to make up, plastering over her face childishly. This make up isn't cheap either; so when i find myself crying tears of frustration, i also find my loving, wonderful and supporting parents telling me to grow up and stop being so pathetic. Seriously, would you be impressed? Well i wasn't, and apparently storming off was, i quote, 'a sign of complete disrespect'. Yes.