Blog de Brad |
I'm Brad, I'm a student and at the moment I have strange fascination with solo piano sonatas and covers of well known pop songs. I love finding really good music. So much so I've decided to devote a proportionate amount of this blog to share some of it with you :) |
Every one seems to be dying at university.
The rest of the flat is throwing up anything they eat five minutes afterward. It’s like a ghost town here apart the sound of vomit hitting the sink or the bath. I’m doing amazingly well. Lost half a stone (more down to my new shit university diet than down to trying to get fit) which I’m pretty chuffed with.
Yet, ironically, out of the spectrum of students I know here, it’s me that is booking himself in to an uncomfortable shitty hospital bed and a date with general anesthetic on thursday. I’m sure you’ll agree, good times. Don’t worry I’m not dying or anything. I’ve had what’s called in my hometown, ‘a dicky knee’ for the last few years and the NHS has finally decided that they can do something about it.
I only found out 5 days ago which was a bit of a shock to the system. After the massive changes in my life at uni I’d completely forgotten about it.
