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Today I returned from Ark to find that my shower gel had somehow shaken its lid off and was now lying contendedly in a little puddle of nice-smelling goo. Unfortunately, it was the kind of nice-smelling goo which had already soaked into the floorboards, which we're not meant to use water on, a fact I ignored because there's no other way (that isn't *more* damaging) to get solidified shower gel off.
Apparently we are to be doing Street Theatre for SPEAK (who have something to do with Trade Justice, although I still don't know what the acronym stands for, if indeed it is one). And sketches. And stuff. This is good because it means we actually have something useful to do. Shame there's only about six of us, then. I don't suppose any of you know anyone who's interested in a Christian drama group?
I managed to waste a lot of time spodding today, which I didn't feel was that bad because I did then manage to drag myself out to lots of things and it isn't like I have anything actually due in anyhow (um, except I really need to work on the ECAD lab I didn't get finished and read The Big Book Of Algorithms). I got to lectures only about ten minutes late, despite the best efforts of my dead-ness and the bus, and stayed for all of them (we have an actually competent guy giving the DS&A lectures on sorting, which means we might possibly learn something); I'd also actually made lunch which meant I had something to eat when I realised I'd forgotten to pick up my breakfast on the way out of my room *again*. And I had a supervision at 3pm and then went and was nervous and hence generally blustery and overbearing to the poor Women@CL people who were only trying to feed me cake.
(I also ate quite a lot today, but I needed to because my stomach keeps trying to kill me, with moderate success.)
Yesterday was Sunday, in which I got to church an hour early and helped put out chairs, complained I was useless quite a lot, failed to run D&D because only two people showed up (a third showed up about an hour late, by which time one of the first two was in a cello recital), failed to get all my work done despite the extra free time (with the help of Frozen Bubble, which also lives up to its name by having to be kill -9'd to actually close it), and meant to do many things but only succeeded in dispatching my poor boyfriend to cycle frantically to Emma in order to get forms in for some event in Easter we wanted to attend.
Before that there was Saturday. I spent most of Saturday asleep (at least an hour of which I spent getting up repeatedly just to discover that actually I was still asleep), although I did finally manage to straggle into London just in time to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apiphile's party as it made it to the Bad Goth Pub. Escaping briefly to forage for food which was not toxic, we returned to find the pub even fuller of Bad Goth, such that the atmosphere was actually unbreathable. After the Hunt For The Coat (I left my coat with 'the shoe-boxer in the hat'. They left in the meantime. Eventually the coat showed up, which was handy as it had my room keys in), I went and dutifully hacked my lungs out on the pavement, then we left to get a train to sleepy-land. wednesdayschild made the very useful suggestion of a taxi as far as Trinity, which just about saved me from dying on the way home.
Friday was a long day. I actually made it to lectures, mostly; I didn't go to DS&A on account of being Starving Hungry and having not packed any lunch. So I bought lunch and then regretted it because Egg And Crispy Bacon is not my favourite flavour any more. I have no idea why, because I remember it being really nice, and it was exactly the same but barely edible. Maybe it's a summer/winter thing. Then there were ECAD labs, my sole preparation for which was having got a website address which apparently had the answers on it. However, I spurned such cheating ways and asked a demonstrator for help.
The demonstrator was Absolutely No Use Whatsoever; in fact, they were probably actively detrimental, for when I asked the *other* demonstrator it appeared that my first instinct was correct. I pointed out where the notes were horribly confusing and the nice demonstrator (okay, the other one was nice too, but that was actually quite awkward as you didn't want to hurt their feelings by telling them to go away because they were doing more harm than good) threw up his hands in horror and said that he'd already had two batches of students rewrite them and they were always going to be hopelessly misleading. (There were two tasks. The first one referred you to a 'hints' section. The hints were actually useful for the second task.) I also managed to do the first task in such a way that the nice demonstrator said 'Uhm, that shouldn't work' when it really did work, which I did last lab too. I confidently predict I shall make an excellent tester one day because it appears I can always find a way of approaching a problem that nobody has ever thought of before, mostly because the better and more sensible way is obvious to *them*...
Anyway, I gave up and went home at 5pm despite not having finished, because I wanted to get some work done before food androchvelleth's party. tienelle said he'd come here first to aid in my navigation of King's, but would be late, so I went and ate some food, and got changed. And waited. Eventually I spotted him online and whined at him, and apparently 'a bit late' and tasks which would take about two hours had become 'very late' and more on the order of four. I was kind of not very pleased, mostly because I'd made dim assumptions and planned around them too much, but I just played computer games to avoid becoming upset until he showed up. Hence I entirely failed to inform him of the old keyboards which he might have been interested in which were sitting outside Hall.
We did eventually show up to the party, even managing to get into King's by the time-honoured 'follow people through door' trick. The party contained many drunk people, who appeared to mostly be attempting to talk about religion. It was probably more entertaining than it ought to have been. I tried some white port; it was actually quite nice, but I still don't like the idea of getting drunk, so I only had a sip. The time passed quite quickly, which is always a sign of a good party, and then we had to leave to go and see Hero (unfortunately just assaraphale was arriving). Because we hadn't seen it yet and it was showing late at Vue and might not be showing again. So we showed up at Vue at ten to midnight, and proceeded to watch Hero. Hero is very good indeed, although I sympathise with tienelle's observation that communist countries cannot produce any great art which is not tragic. (Not in the 'bad' sense, in the 'not happy uplifting stuff' sense.) So, it was 3:30am by the time I finally straggled back from the Grafton Centre and got to go to sleep, which explained what happened to most of Saturday.
Apparently we are to be doing Street Theatre for SPEAK (who have something to do with Trade Justice, although I still don't know what the acronym stands for, if indeed it is one). And sketches. And stuff. This is good because it means we actually have something useful to do. Shame there's only about six of us, then. I don't suppose any of you know anyone who's interested in a Christian drama group?
I managed to waste a lot of time spodding today, which I didn't feel was that bad because I did then manage to drag myself out to lots of things and it isn't like I have anything actually due in anyhow (um, except I really need to work on the ECAD lab I didn't get finished and read The Big Book Of Algorithms). I got to lectures only about ten minutes late, despite the best efforts of my dead-ness and the bus, and stayed for all of them (we have an actually competent guy giving the DS&A lectures on sorting, which means we might possibly learn something); I'd also actually made lunch which meant I had something to eat when I realised I'd forgotten to pick up my breakfast on the way out of my room *again*. And I had a supervision at 3pm and then went and was nervous and hence generally blustery and overbearing to the poor Women@CL people who were only trying to feed me cake.
(I also ate quite a lot today, but I needed to because my stomach keeps trying to kill me, with moderate success.)
Yesterday was Sunday, in which I got to church an hour early and helped put out chairs, complained I was useless quite a lot, failed to run D&D because only two people showed up (a third showed up about an hour late, by which time one of the first two was in a cello recital), failed to get all my work done despite the extra free time (with the help of Frozen Bubble, which also lives up to its name by having to be kill -9'd to actually close it), and meant to do many things but only succeeded in dispatching my poor boyfriend to cycle frantically to Emma in order to get forms in for some event in Easter we wanted to attend.
Before that there was Saturday. I spent most of Saturday asleep (at least an hour of which I spent getting up repeatedly just to discover that actually I was still asleep), although I did finally manage to straggle into London just in time to meet
apiphile's party as it made it to the Bad Goth Pub. Escaping briefly to forage for food which was not toxic, we returned to find the pub even fuller of Bad Goth, such that the atmosphere was actually unbreathable. After the Hunt For The Coat (I left my coat with 'the shoe-boxer in the hat'. They left in the meantime. Eventually the coat showed up, which was handy as it had my room keys in), I went and dutifully hacked my lungs out on the pavement, then we left to get a train to sleepy-land. wednesdayschild made the very useful suggestion of a taxi as far as Trinity, which just about saved me from dying on the way home.Friday was a long day. I actually made it to lectures, mostly; I didn't go to DS&A on account of being Starving Hungry and having not packed any lunch. So I bought lunch and then regretted it because Egg And Crispy Bacon is not my favourite flavour any more. I have no idea why, because I remember it being really nice, and it was exactly the same but barely edible. Maybe it's a summer/winter thing. Then there were ECAD labs, my sole preparation for which was having got a website address which apparently had the answers on it. However, I spurned such cheating ways and asked a demonstrator for help.
The demonstrator was Absolutely No Use Whatsoever; in fact, they were probably actively detrimental, for when I asked the *other* demonstrator it appeared that my first instinct was correct. I pointed out where the notes were horribly confusing and the nice demonstrator (okay, the other one was nice too, but that was actually quite awkward as you didn't want to hurt their feelings by telling them to go away because they were doing more harm than good) threw up his hands in horror and said that he'd already had two batches of students rewrite them and they were always going to be hopelessly misleading. (There were two tasks. The first one referred you to a 'hints' section. The hints were actually useful for the second task.) I also managed to do the first task in such a way that the nice demonstrator said 'Uhm, that shouldn't work' when it really did work, which I did last lab too. I confidently predict I shall make an excellent tester one day because it appears I can always find a way of approaching a problem that nobody has ever thought of before, mostly because the better and more sensible way is obvious to *them*...
Anyway, I gave up and went home at 5pm despite not having finished, because I wanted to get some work done before food and
rochvelleth's party. tienelle said he'd come here first to aid in my navigation of King's, but would be late, so I went and ate some food, and got changed. And waited. Eventually I spotted him online and whined at him, and apparently 'a bit late' and tasks which would take about two hours had become 'very late' and more on the order of four. I was kind of not very pleased, mostly because I'd made dim assumptions and planned around them too much, but I just played computer games to avoid becoming upset until he showed up. Hence I entirely failed to inform him of the old keyboards which he might have been interested in which were sitting outside Hall.We did eventually show up to the party, even managing to get into King's by the time-honoured 'follow people through door' trick. The party contained many drunk people, who appeared to mostly be attempting to talk about religion. It was probably more entertaining than it ought to have been. I tried some white port; it was actually quite nice, but I still don't like the idea of getting drunk, so I only had a sip. The time passed quite quickly, which is always a sign of a good party, and then we had to leave to go and see Hero (unfortunately just as
saraphale was arriving). Because we hadn't seen it yet and it was showing late at Vue and might not be showing again. So we showed up at Vue at ten to midnight, and proceeded to watch Hero. Hero is very good indeed, although I sympathise with tienelle's observation that communist countries cannot produce any great art which is not tragic. (Not in the 'bad' sense, in the 'not happy uplifting stuff' sense.) So, it was 3:30am by the time I finally straggled back from the Grafton Centre and got to go to sleep, which explained what happened to most of Saturday.
