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doyleMy Physics essay kills me. Clearly it's not going to get finished tonight - will finish it tomorrow, meaning my astrophysics homework will be done in an all-nighter on Sunday night, or in my 4 hours between classes on Monday (that's doable, especially if I can corner a study group).
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
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on 2004-03-20 03:48 pm (UTC)My head is a very strange place, or so I've been told.
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on 2004-03-20 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-03-20 03:53 pm (UTC)Like a very persistant fungus.
With big brown eyes and perfect bone structure. o.o