Does fat stain?

I currently have four stains on my jeans, which are from human fat (not mine).

My life can be so disgustingly difficult sometimes.

Bones, blood and bodies

Doth mine eye deceiveth me? Two blog post in the space of a week? Surely 'The World's Worst Bogger' is letting his title slip?

I have spent the last five days doing non-stop anatomy of the arm: this has meant I have been told far more about brachial plexuses and ridiculous names of muscles (take the flexor digitorum superficialis). It has also meant spending 8 hours this week of cutting up a dead body, and sawing arms off. Good times.

I managed to get, as the French say, pure pished last night at the SKIP celeidh and the HIV. I put this down to a number of facts:

• a free bar
• drinking deisel
• a 'pint of fun' which turns out to be a triple vodka and bottle of reef

Needless to say, I have almost no memory of events post-pint of fun, aside from the fact we were atop the podium in the HIV. Then I was sure I had lost my keys when I returned to my house so I had to phone my brother to get him to answer the door. It turns out they were in my back pocket.

Despite a drunken night I still got up (this was due to the fucking builders banging on my roof) and made it in to carry on mutilating our arm. You would think lots of practice at dissection would make us better, apparently not.

A whirlwind of excitment

I am the world's worst blogger, but my life of late has been one exciting, non-stop work filled extravaganza... I've slept (on average) 5 hours a night and still managed to not get everything done.

I am eternally hopeful that the next 5 weeks will be delightfully non-busy and alcohol fuelled (as my last two nights have been). Things I have discovered:

• vodka, triple sec, lemonade and lime tastes oddly like hairbo sweets
• double vodkas and red bull are fucking rank
• 'Put your hands up for Detroit' was on for the ENTIRE night in one of the rooms in Bamboo
• amusing scandal occurs when mixing some easy first years and walls

That is all.