My driving instructor said that I should book up a practical test. Like, an *actual* driving test. (Because there's a two month waiting list. But even so.) Meep. (I went driving today. I stalled at least half a dozen times, and almost ran into two cars going around parked cars.)
Including today, I have been to the gym thrice this month. Fear me. (I still do not appear to posess muscles. I think they would be useful additions, especially for activities such as lifting things, climbing things, and running around. Chainmail optional. Uhm. Nevermind.) I can't remember whether I had a good rant about the doctor's surgery messing me about over not lying on a form, and then charging me £12 for the privilage of writing a letter so I could go to the gym and, like, potentially save them lots of money on heart disease treatment etc. in later life, so consider a good rant to have been had, because it's too much like ancient history now for me to write one.
I have recently been doing Too Much Maths. At the top of one sheet of paper are five small words: I Am Going To York. I don't know if they're true or not yet, it was just after my fourth failed attempt at a STEP question (STEP II, I tell you! Not even the really evil stinky one I haven't even looked at yet (I meant to look at it this weekend but I forgot to bring any papers home)!). I scanned in some ancient drawings, but you're probably not going to get to see them for a while as I need to clean 'em up first, and Haylar takes priority on any time I feel like colouring, now I've not got any spare coloureds. I could do with scanning an awful lot more now I've got around to installing the scanner drivers again (I did so for the scanning of yearbook photoness), but that also takes a little more botheredness than I presently possess.
For some reason I seem to have managed to be out most nights this week. Monday = college, Tuesday = this random series of talks we're going to about Revelation, Wednesday = I was in, Thursday = Crowded House, Friday = we went and ate round Pete + Ju's. And tomorrow it'll be 8-10s. I could have gone out tonight and had a Chinese takeaway with Paul + Claire Hooks, but I decided to stay in instead, and spod / colour Haylar / write long, rambling LJ entries about the week or so that I haven't written any entries about.
I bought a new Bible, as I'd lost my last one and hence owned only very falling-apart Bibles. After uhming and ahhing over lots of Bibles, and eventually over the NIV Study Bible and The Student Bible, I bought the latter, because we already have one of the former in the house, which turned out to be the wrong choice. The little info-bits in it are a bit of a disappointment, but it's an NIV so it'll do. (It annoys me somewhat that I can't just download something which is basically
bible.gosplecom.net for my Psion, but I suppose in the society we're stuffed with, people have to earn a living translating Bibles or it wouldn't get done, or at least not done well and quickly. I also had a dream in which I found my last Bible (which was a pocket leather-bound NIV) on a dressing table in a prison, along with the set of Bible notes I've been intermittantly using, and remembered leaving it there.
We had great fun with ink cartidges, too. I had to print out some Physics junk (the Physics Planning Exercise, which I'll come back to in a minute), and did so. There was a part of the diagram that was meant to be brown. It printed out purple. I didn't have time to re-print it, so I just packed it away. Later, I took it out and saw that there was also a part that was meant to be light yellow that was actually white. The colour cartridge had run out of yellow. Not an entirely unprecedented occurance, although we have no idea what had been using up that much yellow; so I got the spare cartridge (a 'remanufactured' cartridge from some stationary store), swapped them over and performed the obligitory dead-chicken-waving of aligning the cartidges, before printing the diagram out again. This time the brown was brown, and the yellow was yellow, but the pretty blue ice cubes were most definitely absolutely white. Someone had forgotten to put blue ink in the cartridge. Doh. (So I handed the one in without the pretty blue ice cubes, which I was annoyed about because they were quite pretty.) We performed some more dead-chicken-waving in the form of 'cleaning' the cartridges, but because we'd got a perfectly good black one in and didn't want to waste it, declined to proceed to 'priming' the cartridges, surrounding which there were lots of dire warnings about wasting lots of ink and only doing to new cartidges. And then we bought a new printer cartridge and swore never to be cheap idiots again.
Ah yes, Physics Planning. Thankfully this year's task didn't appear to be demanding a method that was so basically ill-concieved that I couldn't bear to jump through the hoops and write it down (as happened last year, earning me the princely sum of No Marks Whatsoever); no, this year's was merely awkward and obtuse. On the surface, the premise was pretty much sound; test the response time of a thermistor going from 0degC to a range of different temperatures, to see what the relationship between said time and said temperatures was. To make things more entertaining, the range of temperatures had to go up to 180degC (i.e. 'you are *not* using water'); this was also perfectly understandable from a 'y'know, this is meant to be at least *slightly* challenging' persepective. The awkward and obtuse part is that reaction time was apparently meant to be measured as the time taken to respond *96%* to the temperature. Now, was this 'to 96% of the temperature', or '96% of the way between the temperatures in read-off' (which supposed that the current and temperature had a linear relationship, not particularly an assumption we were allowed)? Given that most people were opting for the former, I did too (it made less sense, but the teacher agreed with them); I also cheated like a monkey (apparently monkeys cheat an awful lot in Physics exams; Maths, they tend to do okay by themselves on, but Physics, ooh no) by following the crowd in practically every aspect of the planning, given my No Marks experience for creativity last year. More than likely I will proceed to get No Marks again this year and feel very foolish doing so, given that I won't even have the rigteous excuse 'well, they just weren't *clever* enough to understand my design'.
I think that's quite enough random rambling for one LJ post. Maybe we'll do some surveyness next.
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