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[Jan. 23rd, 2006|12:45 am] |
Okay: this weekend has been squeeful. (*had to translate this for his sister when describing the corporation milkshakes so she would remember to check the ingredients when she went out tonight*)
Annie, if you're reading: Do you like milkshakes? You need to revive littlegreengirl.
Starting friday. Drawing lectures were using Pro-Engineer, throwing us into a 3D modelling environment after the mechanical drawing crap that we were forced to do.
Oh weh oh [oh] oh (why does this song make my soul feel light?)
After drawing, we had maths with some guy who had the attitude that if you didn't understand stuff, you were in trouble. This is what I think all lecturers should do, because it enables them to skim the easy stuff and leave the retards to work it out conceptually if they have a problem with it. That was followed, after a walk to lecture room 1+2, by a most interesting logic circuits lecture. The content was most dreary, but the format was quite interesting. It was using an audio/video link into two rooms, which required all writing on boards to be done on a touchscreen monitor. I spent most of it chatting to this guy from Girton about computers and stuff. I think he could be the next Shanahan in my life, except he the other extreme. He seems as smart as Shanners, but he's even more outgoing than me. Also, his hair isn't red, it's nonexistent: Possibly because of some disease that's caused it to fall out a little and encouraged him to shave the rest of it off.
Oh, and I awoke 10 minutes before the start of the first drawing lecture of the day, in case anyone's interested.
I love this place.
Lunch was.... soggy vegetable lasagne with friends. It was quite disgusting when I took my first few bites, but I saved the cheese at the top for last, and I was enjoying it by the end.
I can't remember exactly what I did after that, it being a long time ago, but I know that I *didn't* go and see a certain Igor Wowk about work experience, and went back to the lecture hall in a rush, thinking I would be late if I stopped by his office. Turns out I was 15 minutes early, and so was this guy from Jesus who I met right near the beginning of the year (we were both early for a lecture by Mr Wowk (*always wants to capitalise the second W when Aspell highlights that name as an error*) when we met originally.) I soon found myself surrounded by jusians (or whatever they're called) including a girl who got pooled from Peterhouse and got in there (*says nothing about sexism, but queue fantasies involving a single white glove, if anyone has persevered with my LJ long enough to remember that*). Then followed a second drawing lecture and practical session on Pro-Engineer
*gets lost in thought along with at least 10 minutes*
Friday night was also interesting, but I want to go to bed at some point before 2, so I will summarise:
Engineering drinks+food. Heard about beer festival. Didn't need to go to hall for dinner.
Go to common room (*hates TLAs*) and meet up with Alex. Almost convince him to go to the beer festival, but instead end up in his room watching vids. Fail to get him onto GT using an iChat/ssh combo. Dismantle a block puzzle and vow to fix it for him.
May or may not have gone to bed only when block puzzle is fixed.
Saturday
Went out to Borders with £37 of book tokens. Almost spent £30 on a java book, but had luckily hit the Sci-Fi section beforehand and had £27 worth of books that I had vowed to read. Left with £10 of book tokens, and some change because one of the books was damaged. Got some real money out on the way home. Spend the best part of the day reading. Dinner is omelets made in bulk. Not impressed. Watch the Poseidon Adventure, redubbing the whole thing with Little Dave. Attempt to drag everyone to the beer and winter ale festival again. People suck for thinking you can't get drunk in an hour at a beer festival. Go back to college bar and get Guinness in a plastic cup that makes me feel sick because I forgot to ask for a real glass. Go to Cambar (sp?) with people who suck less :P. [expansion] I quite like that place. It reminds me in an odd way of a cross between the standard, which is a complete dive that we went to when we were 12 back in HP, and an old english pub complete with oak beam rafter things. These rafters are of course painted with anti-climb paint, and some dickhead decides to put all the girls coats on the top of it, despite my pointing out to him that it's black on the top bit not the bottom, which implies something disgusting. I only found out that it was in fact anti-climb paint when I reach up to help someone get their coat *down* halfway through the night and get a black hand. One of the regulars then tells me (shouting over the most agreeable heavy/indie/ska-punk from a position that would later become about as close to a mosh pit as it's possible to get in such a small venue in a place such as cambridge) this is the case and points me to the wall where I can rub my blackened hand mostly clean. I like punk oriented venues (as opposed to cheese-oriented) because there's a sense of "we're in this together" among complete strangers and no attempt needs to be made to actually look acceptably in control of your motion because you get hearty handshakes from such people if you go semi-meditative and let your body steer itself. Whether any respect gained is meant ironically, it's still fun and I had had no more than a unit of alcohol per hour all night (total expenditure for the night was a crisp tenner and the change from the books (mostly in the bar back home, but also included the £3 entry with a student card and an extortionate JD&Pepsi.) It turned out that I was wearing my Colorado engineering department T-shirt (made of synthetic-cotton mix but with engineering printed repeatedly in block capitals on the back, so I had the torture of a sweaty garment under my hoodie that wasn't fit for display. About halfway through the night (counting the start of the night as the first good song and the end as when I left the club) I wandered into a quiet corner and tied my jumper diagonally (toga-style) in an attempt to disguise my folly as ironic fashion. This was after spending a good while dancing a good deal more enthusiastically than much of the Peterhouse group that went, who were "dancing" in a circle (with the exception of Lady and Amy (who were *dancing* in the circle), our favourite broken-footed medic (who spent the whole time "discretely" molesting Lady, much to her delight), Alice (who spent the time downing overpriced drinks with one hand and smoking like a chimney with the other), and me (who very quickly left the circle after recognising it for what it was, and heading in the direction of sweaty men and women in their mid twenties, neatly avoiding being either bored out of my mind or embarrassed by any hot strangers who might notice my clothing for what it was.[/expansion]. Leave with Chit and Alice. Order pizza (Chit over the phone, and Alice from some random drunk dudes in t-shirts and ties who replied drunkenly, trying to provoke Chit into a fight). Get back and have pizza. House gets invaded by the complete residency of house 5, by the looks of it. Talk of religion and its merits with a historian (whose name completely escapes me but for the fact that it has a g in it that's not at the beginning) while everyone else talks of religion and its truth or untruth, completely missing the point and steering us in a dangerous circle that has been driven too many times before. Shower. Read more of book.
Sunday
Bookmark the quote "The sentimentality was getting so sweet that Peter wanted to brush his teeth", which is almost perfect in every way. Convince myself that the omelets made me fart something rotten. Go to dinner, which includes leeks in some kind of white sauce that are actually surprisingly tasty. Read more book. Converse with Robert on many internet-related topics (and enthuse him re:chat.cam.ac.uk, which he subsequently investigates). Watch The Matrix on Jack's laptop. Get disturbed as James shakes the entire building in a fit of rage sometime around half past midnight. Turn the Bass down a tad and send people to apologise on behalf of the group. Finish watching Matrix. Predict in front of Rob that he will be up blogging at 3am Spend a complete 2 hours writing this thing, fulfilling my own prophesy.
Oh, and before I go to bed and forget: Georgie and Stuart. Being productive. Night of the omelet. |
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