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I have a raging sore throat, which means I have some kind of entertaining respiritory disease on its way. Glorious. At least it gives me an excuse for having been entirely lousy for the past fairly-large-chunk-of-time.
There were lectures this morning. The Security and Information Retrieval ones were comprehensible, but they were very much start-of-course lectures and didn't hand out notes. I'm hoping the second will hand out notes when the lecturer actually gets back from Vancouver; they're computerised slides so I don't see why they wouldn't give them out, at least at the end of the course. The Project Briefing was unsurprisingly useless, but I did get a paper copy of the briefing document to read during bad lectures, which the third one was an excellent example of: Denotational Semantics. It starts where last year's Semantics course left off. Now, I liked the start of last year's Semantics course, but the top end of it was definitely hitting the ceiling of How Much Maths I Can Do. Denotational Semantics started off above that ceiling and looks set to continue, so that's one course down.
I have arranged one meeting with a potential project supervisor, but I still have no idea what to do, as everything I might plausibly want to do is covered in the 'please don't do projects like this' section of everyone's advice. I'm still hoping to find something easy and not too gut-wrenchingly dull somewhere, though.
Yesterday I spent significant amounts of time sitting around going 'buh', although I did finally manage to drag everything out of the car with Nicholas' help. There was a Meeting in the morning, which was our DoS telling us about the shiny online supervision booking system and giving us more helpful hints about this project thing. I went to CU in the evening, which I approached with trepedation as something of a penance for the sweeping generalisations and bad attitude bordering on hatred I've held about CICCU and evangelicals in general in the past few months.
I needn't have worried; it was an intro session thing, and it was actually pretty good; there were a few nervous glances exchanged by the Cell people there when they did the Introduction to CICCU pretending they were the only Christian student society in Cambridge bit, but they didn't actually say anything cringeworthy about God, and the worship was good, possibly just as a comparison after having been stranded in the wilderness music-wise all summer. Talked to a lot of people afterwards, mentioning Cell to one or two who seemed like they might want to know.
On Tuesday I made my room vaguely habitable again, finally sorted out my car tax, and got to my Tutor meeting (but not my DoS meeting). Got to the Freshers' Fair for tidying up purposes after everyone had abandoned both the TT and CURS stalls, leaving Bryony's LARP staff and sword bag. Then there was the first session of No One Can Hear You, Requiem's Trinity game, in the evening, where my character had no applicable skills but still made a thorough nuisence of herself. It was fun.
Monday I basically fell over and did nothing, until 7pm when I went 'eep, Nicholas told me to meet him at the Freshers' Fair at 7:30pm' and ran off. After much swift marching, I met Nicholas on his way to get his bike, and we ended up wandering off to Wetherspoons with Garuda in order to eat food with the remains of the TT stall people. Eventually managed to find something that wouldn't kill me and also sounded vaguely edible (asked about six other dishes on the way), which was very nice indeed (tuna and cheese panini) and then had belgian waffle for dessert, which was just as nice as I'd expected.
I remember that I spectacularly failed to wake up on Sunday morning, and I suspect I had an equally spectacular lack of doing anything during the day to match. This was due to the Oblivion Party (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oblivious_party, much less interesting than last party's journal) / Four Way Birthday Party / Thing Where Lots Of People Came Round And Were Loud. Also there was cake, salty things, couscous and Melon. I'm not sure what happened, but I think I enjoyed myself, and kept wandering around until the end of the party at about two in the morning, which probably accounts for my lack of Sunday. It was, as I thought it would be, better once more LARPers showed up.
I did basically nothing from Thursday to Saturday evening, which included a lot of moving stuff around in the wrong direction. I blame the onset of fluishness.
On Wednesday I visited my parents, which went surprisingly well; a swift visit to my grandparents in which I was shown vast quantities of photographs from my aunt's recent wedding (to another unsuitible gentleman, but at least this one only spends all her money on beer rather than beating her up), followed by a meal and reclamation of more of my Stuff from my room, including all my clothes and more kitchen stuff. There was a definite walking-on-eggshells feeling, and I thought I'd blown it when my mother asked me why my hair was darker than usual (the answer being 'because I didn't wash it specially before showing up and hence it's full of grease'), but we got through the evening without any arguments at all, which was refreshing. They didn't even mention the wedding, which was probably politic of them. And they handed me my car tax form, which they had been sitting on for weeks and weeks. I did also manage to get around to asking them to put Nicholas on my car insurance, though, which was helpful.
There's some time between last Wednesday and my previous entries, but what happened in it was mostly rather dull (a combination of trying to get things vaguely ready for term and sitting around going 'buh').
There were lectures this morning. The Security and Information Retrieval ones were comprehensible, but they were very much start-of-course lectures and didn't hand out notes. I'm hoping the second will hand out notes when the lecturer actually gets back from Vancouver; they're computerised slides so I don't see why they wouldn't give them out, at least at the end of the course. The Project Briefing was unsurprisingly useless, but I did get a paper copy of the briefing document to read during bad lectures, which the third one was an excellent example of: Denotational Semantics. It starts where last year's Semantics course left off. Now, I liked the start of last year's Semantics course, but the top end of it was definitely hitting the ceiling of How Much Maths I Can Do. Denotational Semantics started off above that ceiling and looks set to continue, so that's one course down.
I have arranged one meeting with a potential project supervisor, but I still have no idea what to do, as everything I might plausibly want to do is covered in the 'please don't do projects like this' section of everyone's advice. I'm still hoping to find something easy and not too gut-wrenchingly dull somewhere, though.
Yesterday I spent significant amounts of time sitting around going 'buh', although I did finally manage to drag everything out of the car with Nicholas' help. There was a Meeting in the morning, which was our DoS telling us about the shiny online supervision booking system and giving us more helpful hints about this project thing. I went to CU in the evening, which I approached with trepedation as something of a penance for the sweeping generalisations and bad attitude bordering on hatred I've held about CICCU and evangelicals in general in the past few months.
I needn't have worried; it was an intro session thing, and it was actually pretty good; there were a few nervous glances exchanged by the Cell people there when they did the Introduction to CICCU pretending they were the only Christian student society in Cambridge bit, but they didn't actually say anything cringeworthy about God, and the worship was good, possibly just as a comparison after having been stranded in the wilderness music-wise all summer. Talked to a lot of people afterwards, mentioning Cell to one or two who seemed like they might want to know.
On Tuesday I made my room vaguely habitable again, finally sorted out my car tax, and got to my Tutor meeting (but not my DoS meeting). Got to the Freshers' Fair for tidying up purposes after everyone had abandoned both the TT and CURS stalls, leaving Bryony's LARP staff and sword bag. Then there was the first session of No One Can Hear You, Requiem's Trinity game, in the evening, where my character had no applicable skills but still made a thorough nuisence of herself. It was fun.
Monday I basically fell over and did nothing, until 7pm when I went 'eep, Nicholas told me to meet him at the Freshers' Fair at 7:30pm' and ran off. After much swift marching, I met Nicholas on his way to get his bike, and we ended up wandering off to Wetherspoons with Garuda in order to eat food with the remains of the TT stall people. Eventually managed to find something that wouldn't kill me and also sounded vaguely edible (asked about six other dishes on the way), which was very nice indeed (tuna and cheese panini) and then had belgian waffle for dessert, which was just as nice as I'd expected.
I remember that I spectacularly failed to wake up on Sunday morning, and I suspect I had an equally spectacular lack of doing anything during the day to match. This was due to the Oblivion Party (
oblivious_party, much less interesting than last party's journal) / Four Way Birthday Party / Thing Where Lots Of People Came Round And Were Loud. Also there was cake, salty things, couscous and Melon. I'm not sure what happened, but I think I enjoyed myself, and kept wandering around until the end of the party at about two in the morning, which probably accounts for my lack of Sunday. It was, as I thought it would be, better once more LARPers showed up.I did basically nothing from Thursday to Saturday evening, which included a lot of moving stuff around in the wrong direction. I blame the onset of fluishness.
On Wednesday I visited my parents, which went surprisingly well; a swift visit to my grandparents in which I was shown vast quantities of photographs from my aunt's recent wedding (to another unsuitible gentleman, but at least this one only spends all her money on beer rather than beating her up), followed by a meal and reclamation of more of my Stuff from my room, including all my clothes and more kitchen stuff. There was a definite walking-on-eggshells feeling, and I thought I'd blown it when my mother asked me why my hair was darker than usual (the answer being 'because I didn't wash it specially before showing up and hence it's full of grease'), but we got through the evening without any arguments at all, which was refreshing. They didn't even mention the wedding, which was probably politic of them. And they handed me my car tax form, which they had been sitting on for weeks and weeks. I did also manage to get around to asking them to put Nicholas on my car insurance, though, which was helpful.
There's some time between last Wednesday and my previous entries, but what happened in it was mostly rather dull (a combination of trying to get things vaguely ready for term and sitting around going 'buh').
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Date: 2005-10-07 03:20 pm (UTC)From:You've gone so long without posting! What've you been doing if not LJing?
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Date: 2005-10-07 03:24 pm (UTC)From:Maths is trivial up to about the middle of Further Maths A-level, at which point it suddenly switches over to 'impossible'. I'm not sure why.