Exams are over!

In my glass: diluting orange
From my iPod: Rhythm of Love, by Plain White T's
From my bookshelf: The Raven Boys - No idea if it'll be any good. I'll let you know once I'm further in. The writing is quite good so far, though, so things are promising.
Outside: Snowy and bright
My mood: relieved
Todays hairstyle: Was a cinnabun, but is now in twin english braids (pocahontas braids) soaked in coconut oil ready for washing tonight.

Finally! The last exam is over. I can totally chill out and relax for a few days before the crazyness that is term time at uni recommences. Thank the goddess its all over.
Unfortantely, I managed to slip on the ice yesterday, managing to smack my hand really hard, and today my wrist is really sore. Like badly sprained kind of sore. Im thinking about strapping it up for a while. Plus my ganglion burst, except for the pea-sized bit thats turned totally solid over the past 8 years or so - the doc tried aspirating it before, but while he could drain most of the fluid, confirming it is definitely a ganglion, the fluid can thicker and there was stuff he simply couldn't remove with the (rather large) needle. The only way to remove it would be surgery, and I'm not all that willing to do that whilst I still need regular use of my wrist. Anyway, the remainder of the ganglion seems to be where the pain is worst. Not surprising really - it pushes against the first finger tendon on the thumb side, and every time I move my finger, the tendon pushes against the ganglion. Depending on how much I use my wrist, it'll get bigger in relation to how much fluid is in it, and it can get quite painful. Thats why I got it aspirated before - it got to about the same diameter as one of my rings, and stuck a good bit out of my wrist, but I could barely play my violin because it was impairing my first finger movement, and it was painful to play. Nevertheless, I had to attempt to play through an exam before I dared go get it fixed. As soon as I got it done, I wished I had done it sooner. Before, my ganglion didn't go down in size, only got bigger and bigger, but now at least it goes down with rest.
In any case, for now, its just really sore. I've never whacked it off something like this before, so I'm not sure if its this normal for it to hurt for so long or so bad. I don't think its a sprain, since it feels like the throbbing and occasional stabbing with movement is stemming from the area of the ganglion. Since it seems I have little luck with finding painkillers that work (believe me, I know from my experiences with my ankles that the majority of over-the-counter painkillers do nothing for me. I tend to take them because people tell me to, or I feel the pain is awful, but they rarely, if ever have any effect. When my brother was in hospital, the doctors couldn't find anything that worked for him other than codeine and morphine, which are not exactly drugs you want people to stay on for long. Much be a genetic difference in our bodies drug receptors), I'll probably just strap it up and attempt to keep use to a minimum for the next couple of days (meaning no typing - any possible blog posts will be going through blogpress on my phone, so I can just use one hand).

Its the OTC Burns night dinner this weekend. I can't decide if I'm looking forward to it or not. Currently I'm thinking not, but its been paid for, so I'm not backing out now. I have my dress, which I'm desperately hoping doesn't end up with someone spilling port on it, and shoes that might or might not actually go with it (I kind of need brown or cream to match - but I don't do brown, my only cream one are peeptoe, which are not allowed, so at the moment, they're black, with a cream platform, but the platforms are rather too tall for the length of the dress I think. I'll either have to go speed shopping tomorrow, or just do with what I have. Ah well. The band are meeting for pre-drinks beforehand, as per the usual for dinners. But I'm rather looking forward to it. I am not looking forward to a couple of things. Firstly, the sheer amount of food we eat. Seriously. I'm used to small frequent meals, with lots of water and watery juice to wash it down. A 3-course meal, as delicious as the food can be, with only wine to drink with it isn't a fun experience for me, especially when the wine just tends to make me even more thirsty. I usually start to feel ill about half-way through the main course, and have to try to slowly force the food down my throat. By the time the dinner is over, I need to sit down somewhere for half an hour with about 5 glasses of water to try and get my system going again. The second thing is the poems. Or rather the Tae the Lassies poem and the reply. I rather like all the other poems that are being done. But the Tae the Lassies poem, and the reply are made up by the guys and girls, respectively, of the OTC each year, and from my experiences last year, it just seemed to me like a string of insults dressed up as "banter". I get banter, I do, and I totally didn't mind what was said about me last year, because, yes, it was banter. However, this year they have a lot more ammunition to fire because of rumours. I don't want to be seen like that, and I'm worried they will say something that will really hurt.
Basically to put it plainly, I've so far found difficult to deny any rumours because of the general OTC reasoning that denying means you're guilty, but not denying also makes you guilty. I find this all difficult to deal with because of grief I have inside that makes it difficult enough for me to ever get close to someone emotionally and physically. If I'm publically labelled as someone who sleeps around, I don't know if I could deal with it, because for a long time, I could barely even deal with the thought of being near guys like that. I'm not saying that I didn't take advantage of a couple of guys when I was on a night out, but I really can't deal with any of it any more. Besides, I don't want that creep getting the wrong idea. As it is, I can see myself having to tell him to piss off and leave me alone at some point in the night. Ugh.
 I know a lot of you guys are probably going, "huh?" since what I'm saying probably doesn't make make sense from what you need to know. I'm working on a post to go up at some point (I'm not sure when) which will explain the why, what and how, of why I can't deal with this, and the causes of the grief that means I can't deal with it. Hopefully, it'll make the complicated situation easier to understand. For now, all you need to know is that grief and insulting "banter" is a recipe for a horrible night.

In Skyrim, Rochiriel is level 14, and has recently joined the college of winterhold, and the Stormcloaks. I think she just absorbed her fourth dragon soul, though the dragons keep killing my suicidal horses :( She has a house, but it only has one weapon rack, and I have multiple weapons and armour that I switch between for various quests (i.e. the boots that improve frost resistance for going to fight in the snowy places where there are likely to be ice-wraiths, or mordaths boots for sneaking around dundeons/caves etc.), which are currently stocked in a chest and wardrobe, but I know its possible to have a different house with more (a friend has one) so I'm aiming to get more houses. I believe I just need to become a thane for more Jarls.

I'm off to the NaNo group tonight. I don't know what we'll be doing, seeing as NaNo isn't on any more. I think we're working on our own projects, which for me, will be more posts for here, I think. Maybe you might get a poem for a change. In fact I do have a poem that I wrote over the holidays, but it's a sad one, and I'm not in the mood for sad things at the moment. Maybe another time.