Dear Jessica Allen and Matthew Gamage ( Read more... )

Had a 'talk' with the DOS yesterday, apparently I'm still not working hard enough and 'need to take it up three or four gears'. Le sigh. I'm fully aware that I sucked last year, and that I have to do a fuckton of revision if I actually want to get good grades this year (which I really, really do), but I thought I was doing ok. Some of my essays ( Read more... )

Poor Bugatti.

Blahdeblah. I am spending my essay time trying to complete this. Boo.

Once again, Christianity demonstrates its more sinister side.

Something nice happened today. I shall record it here, as it may not ever happen again, especially since I have probably just poisoned myself with half-cooked lentils and some slightly aged mozzarella. Stupid plants. And Shloer is nasty.

These are excellent answers! The diagrams and explanations were crystal clear and very well explained, ( Read more... )

I went pedalling. I went until I reached places where I did not know where I was. Went past Cambridge Univeristy Farm Field Station and the biotech labs, which are signposted along a very long road through a very big field. Followed a sign for a burial ground. It lied. It led to some houses. I kept pedalling until I heard a lot of crows. I took ( Read more... )

My brain feels borked. Like mush. Urgh. I shall drink some water. And milk. And juice. Mebbe even that nasty Shloer.

In other news: Apparently my birthday is National Chocolate Covered Raisins Day. And Matt is so close to being on Mouldy Cheese Day. I like rubbishy websites.

I may go biking now.

This amuses me greatly.

Tom and Ste are here. We drank a bucket. People went inside my laundry bin. Tom tried to eat a biscuit. Fun was had.

Urgh. The last 48 hours have not been fun for me. Spent most of yesterday drawing a cold, dead mackerel and comapring it with a much larger but equally cold and dead dogfish. Then being encouraged to stroke the mackerel and poke about in its gills. There was much blood. There were also some large decapitated fish heads. Then a supervision happened ( Read more... )