Isla

First of all, Bristol is a nice place to be*. There are lovely people to dance with and to play music with and talk science with and talk nonsense with. Recently I even found a lovely person who I can talk books with and fling the contents of my bookshelf at. Yes, I have just ended sentences with prepositions. Cambridge must be wearing off.

However, a wonderful weekend with old friends has reminded me of how much I love and miss Cambridge people. The undergrad timescale means that friendships seem to have just enough time to develop closeness before people scatter off to strange parts of the country. Strange parts of the country mean that travelling times are always too long, and time together always too short.

* some photos to prove the niceness are below

So I was trying to work out where all my time had gotten to this holiday...
And it was the malevolent Wikipedia Fairy all along!

Oh, and also the Report of Doom ate time.  2000 words of mostly re-wording papers and Wikipedia, so far.

A fly decided that my planned time of waking of 6.30am for an exam-day was not responsible enough, so it buzzed in my ear until I got up at 6am.  I've been trying to KILLIT all day, but it appears to be outwitting me significantly.  News on a slightly larger scale:  exams!  Could probably have done better on both papers so far, but still feels a lot better than the Exams of Horror last year(irritation that I answered parts of questions vaguely vs. panic at not being able to do half of the paper).  Plus, this year I'm being made to remember (in a lovely and considerate way) to EAT and NOT PANIC.

Update: while writing, the fly perished.  Yes, I may have had the advantage of a can of Raid, but the important thing is that I can now get some much-needed sleep. 

Also, this made me very high-pitched and incoherent.

I saw this in a shop window, and for some reason it made me terribly happy:

I really can't think of the last time I associated a teddybear with a...centaur.

Other news:  not quite yet a melting pool of neurosis, though getting there.  When was the last time life was, you know, easy?

Waking up after the manic episode that is term is always a strange feeling. It's not been an unpleasant manic episode, though, although still a hop-step away from being actually pleasant. Doing lots of stuff to avoid thinking and to force self out of bed is just about sound until the lots of stuff end, when the Heavy Thump to floor-and-reality occurs. Odd that - no-one ever uses reality when they want to convey the friendly, nice side of it. It's always "bloody reality".

Also maths report: stripped down to its bare bones, it conveys that "she works extremely hard, but can't help being just a bit thick. She is on her way to get a 2:2, if she keeps trying."

Ah well, currently being cheered up by Molly dancing, just the right amount of G&T, Father Ted and honey from the jar (no chocolate spread, sadly). A good mix of things, methinks. I would, however, like to know why I secretly identify with Dougal's thinking patterns.

Ooh, one exciting things about this term - I can now make a sort of stirfry hybrid using a rice cooker, for slightly more water-rich vegetables. This important improvement means, oh yes, that I can stop living off soup! Yay!