alsuren (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alsuren) wrote,@ 2007-02-25 14:12:00 |
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Dancing ( :D ) and other things, with names removed to foil google
Okay, so it would appear that I have spent about the same amount of time dancing since wed as I have working. The only work I've done is the entirety of thursday in the library (lectures don't count as work), but I've been dancing thrice in that time, each time for in excess of 2 hours. This is a statement that used to be true of playing pool, and was completely normal, but dancing is *actually* physical, so this is a new thing for me :P
There are a few consequences of this:
1) I have dancing people in my head. When I'm idle, I keep getting images of [the birthday girls] dancing with [that guy with the tassled trousers]. He was really good: Dancing with [some other people he'd never met before], and looking both flashy and in sync at the same time, as if it were already choreographed. Might also help that the ladies present were also amazing. I spent most of the time watching, and wanting to be that good.
2) I need to get to work on my lab report now, because I have done a total of nothing, and it's in for tomorrow. Rubbish!
3) I have provisionally accepted a sponsorship form for the hopathon the day after my birthday, but I don't trust my ability to keep dancing for entire songs straight, without stopping to experiment with different moves that I didn't quite understand during classes. I think what I really need to work on is my ability to pick random breaks to do when things go wrong, so that I can feel better about doing things I'm not too sure about without having to stop and look stupid when it all goes to pot.
4) I have concluded that the good dancers are, as a rule, both: exceedingly hot, and at least half a decade older than me. What's with me and older women? :P
In other news:
1) I've decided against going to MIT, because I'm really more one for small amounts of optional difficult work than large amounts of compulsory work that reaches the same standard in smaller increments.
2) I have yet to email anyone about holiday work: either UROPs or working for external companies. This needs to happen at some point.
3) My phone will not be getting its deserved dose of linux until during the holidays when I will have two O2 phones with free calls to each other for testing.
4) Our rooms are really not very clean. Both [my favourite mathmo housemate] and I have been getting sticky eyes in the mornings, and [our esteemed ex-sex editor] has reported the same symptoms. I'm tempted to put all of my sheets and towels in a boil wash, but
a) I don't expect it'll do much good, given that it seems to be almost parkside-wide
b) This would need to include my quilt and mattress protector, and they would take a lot of money to dry in driers, and I don't have any spares, so I can't just chuck them on the line overnight.
5) There is enough exciting stuff happening around my birthday (see dance.3) that I don't think I'll be doing anything centred on myself this year.
6) [someone I slept with at last saturday's party] is proving to be incompatible: After making some effort at talking to her, I am realising that all we have in common is the unnerving ability to nod off to sleep no matter what's going on around us. She does give the most amazing hugs (both relaxing and exciting, and something that I may never understand), but while a trip to the cinema would be a good date, I can't think of many others. As a result, I would really prefer it if [a certain physicist] would get a partner of his own, before acting as official commentator on the passed up romantic opportunities of others.
7) I have a packet of mayonnaise from hall that has been in my pocket for a while. It seems to have some kind of gas trapped inside it. Assuming this is because it is rotting, I'm wondering how long it'll take to expand enough to explode. Sweepstakes, anyone?
8) I have received complaints from [everyone's favourite interfering boatie] about my posting of a text-dumped jabber session to my pwf space, which included my entire contact list in a slightly obfuscated form, and was then indexed by google. As a result, you will notice a lot of square brackets. It should be noted that this is a purely ironic gesture, to point out quite how ridiculous the complaint was, and will not be repeated. To those in the know, it should be a trivial exercise to assign names to each set of brackets, and to those not in the know, a name will mean nothing anyway.
Okay, so it would appear that I have spent about the same amount of time dancing since wed as I have working. The only work I've done is the entirety of thursday in the library (lectures don't count as work), but I've been dancing thrice in that time, each time for in excess of 2 hours. This is a statement that used to be true of playing pool, and was completely normal, but dancing is *actually* physical, so this is a new thing for me :P
There are a few consequences of this:
1) I have dancing people in my head. When I'm idle, I keep getting images of [the birthday girls] dancing with [that guy with the tassled trousers]. He was really good: Dancing with [some other people he'd never met before], and looking both flashy and in sync at the same time, as if it were already choreographed. Might also help that the ladies present were also amazing. I spent most of the time watching, and wanting to be that good.
2) I need to get to work on my lab report now, because I have done a total of nothing, and it's in for tomorrow. Rubbish!
3) I have provisionally accepted a sponsorship form for the hopathon the day after my birthday, but I don't trust my ability to keep dancing for entire songs straight, without stopping to experiment with different moves that I didn't quite understand during classes. I think what I really need to work on is my ability to pick random breaks to do when things go wrong, so that I can feel better about doing things I'm not too sure about without having to stop and look stupid when it all goes to pot.
4) I have concluded that the good dancers are, as a rule, both: exceedingly hot, and at least half a decade older than me. What's with me and older women? :P
In other news:
1) I've decided against going to MIT, because I'm really more one for small amounts of optional difficult work than large amounts of compulsory work that reaches the same standard in smaller increments.
2) I have yet to email anyone about holiday work: either UROPs or working for external companies. This needs to happen at some point.
3) My phone will not be getting its deserved dose of linux until during the holidays when I will have two O2 phones with free calls to each other for testing.
4) Our rooms are really not very clean. Both [my favourite mathmo housemate] and I have been getting sticky eyes in the mornings, and [our esteemed ex-sex editor] has reported the same symptoms. I'm tempted to put all of my sheets and towels in a boil wash, but
a) I don't expect it'll do much good, given that it seems to be almost parkside-wide
b) This would need to include my quilt and mattress protector, and they would take a lot of money to dry in driers, and I don't have any spares, so I can't just chuck them on the line overnight.
5) There is enough exciting stuff happening around my birthday (see dance.3) that I don't think I'll be doing anything centred on myself this year.
6) [someone I slept with at last saturday's party] is proving to be incompatible: After making some effort at talking to her, I am realising that all we have in common is the unnerving ability to nod off to sleep no matter what's going on around us. She does give the most amazing hugs (both relaxing and exciting, and something that I may never understand), but while a trip to the cinema would be a good date, I can't think of many others. As a result, I would really prefer it if [a certain physicist] would get a partner of his own, before acting as official commentator on the passed up romantic opportunities of others.
7) I have a packet of mayonnaise from hall that has been in my pocket for a while. It seems to have some kind of gas trapped inside it. Assuming this is because it is rotting, I'm wondering how long it'll take to expand enough to explode. Sweepstakes, anyone?
8) I have received complaints from [everyone's favourite interfering boatie] about my posting of a text-dumped jabber session to my pwf space, which included my entire contact list in a slightly obfuscated form, and was then indexed by google. As a result, you will notice a lot of square brackets. It should be noted that this is a purely ironic gesture, to point out quite how ridiculous the complaint was, and will not be repeated. To those in the know, it should be a trivial exercise to assign names to each set of brackets, and to those not in the know, a name will mean nothing anyway.
