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The owners of the university accommodation I was staying in for most of the year have charged me and each of my flatmates £62 for something in our communal area. As there isn't anything worth £248 in the whole freaking place, I'm a little suspicious. They also won't take questions about it over the phone, I have to write a letter. Fair enough, you might say. Is it still fair enough when I get the letter on the 28th and have to have replied IN WRITING by the 28th? Yeah, they are cuntos, and I'll be going in tomorrow to see them, methinks.

In other news, all of my supervisors are away, and I have no idea how to do the next stage of my practical work. Which is nice. So I've been doing nothing for over a week now. How hard is it to reply to a freaking email?

fancy lads

Jul. 20th, 2006 07:48 pm
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I took the day off yesterday with le bloke to make the trip out to Chatsworth House. It's the country estate of the duke and duchess of Devonshire, and open to the public for most of the year. It's HUGE. And GORGEOUS. And where they filmed the new Pride and Predjudice, apparently. We did a tour of the house, which is filled with all kinds of fabulous stuff, from Elizabethan to modern. I also fell in love with the library. They don't have names for the things I want to do to that library. I want to tear my skin off and rub myself all over it and... anyway, yes. Lovely library. The gardens are just spectactular too. There's the biggest gravity fountain in the world, which can get up to 300 ft. And there's a huge paddling fountain on a hill slope. There's a coal tunnel and a maze, and greenhouses too. The paddling was the mmost welcome, as it hit about 35 or 36 yesterday. I got a little burned on my back, but probably not as much as I deserved to be.

Back in the lab today, where yet again, someone had stolen my 1mm sieve. Asswipes.
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So I was happily doing what it is I do every day - you know, and one of my supervisors came in to talk to me. She's going on holidays in August and is recommending me to replace her (for her commercial work) while she's gone. If I get it, this will be utterly fabulous, because I'll have commercial experience with environmental samples, and that'll look hella good on my cv when I start pimping myself around come October.

However, I need a job now, but if I get this I'll be working in whatever job I get in the meantime for all of a month; I don't really mind doing that, but, I have no idea what the workload will be like, and whether it will be worth giving up a different job in order to do it. Also, I'm assuming I'll have the practical side of my dissertation finished, and be able to do the commercial stuff during the day and the research at night, but if I'm not finished the practical stuff, I'm fucked. Also, aaaaaaaaaaargh being responsible for stuff that I've just barely learned about oh god I'll fuck it up.

So, anyway. In other news I've sort of started cleaning. The dust, she is legion.
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I started work on my dissertation on Monday, finally, so I've been doing the nine-to-five thing again. I actually started pollen identification yesterday, so I was staring into a microscope for six hours or so, and I felt so sick. I always do for the first couple of days, but my eyes'll get used to it soon enough. Today I decided I deserved a lie in, but of course I didn't shut my curtains properly, and dawn's at about four in the morning these days. Hooray for me! So I lay in bed just as a matter of principle until nearly nine, though my room was smelling more and more like tar as time went on. Oh the joy of having a building site next door. I've learned to just block out the noise, but the smells can still surprise me. The sooner I move, the better. C'mon, July 1st! Get here already!

This afternoon a friend of le bloke is doing a pub crawl as she's leaving forever and ever prety soon. As I have no work to do anymore except my dissertation, I don't mind going at all, but le bloke has many and lots of work still due, and he may be stressing a wee bit.

And now - to the lab!
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I've been alternating being unpleasantly busy with periods of doing sweet fanny adams lately, which is interesting.

I finally finished all my course work and handed it in on Tuesday (I could have handed it in on Monday, as I had it finished, but stupid Jars forgot that it was a bank holiday). While I was finishing that I was only letting myself go online for about a half hour everyday, so if you've been wondering where I've been, that's where.

I've also been battling with the godforsaken banks in this country. For some reason, my bank (Natwast I'm looking at YOU) won't give me a chequebook. It's because I'm a foreign student, apparently. And I need a chequebook in order to pay a deposit on the place I'm going to be living. What I might do with a chequebook that could be construed as untoward, I don't know. Note that this is the same bank that gave me a chequebook four years ago when I lived in England. Perhaps I've grown less trustworthy in the interim. Luckily for me, the chap I'm living with is quite lovely and said I could get the money to him however I liked, because who uses cheques these days anyway? So I went to my branch to transfer some money into his account. But wait a minute, what's this? A £25 fee for transferring money to someone else's account, that's what. Screw that, said I, I'll get a Banker's Draught (draft? Hm). But oh ho, no, Jars, unless you want to pay a £15 fee for that. Eventually I just went to his bank to deposit the money directly into his account, but really now. How obtuse can one fricking bank be? Very, that's how.

I'm also meant to be starting my dissertation, but the girl who'll be helping me out at first so I don't burn the place down won't be free until Tuesday, giving me an awful lot of free time. I've forgotten what to do with free time. There is still that pesky getting a job to be done, of course. And I might start researching, but that's a bit tough when you have only the vaguest idea of what material you'll be working with.

In less blah news, X-Men 3 annoyed me muchly, it is becoming sunny again, I think I might go to Chatsworth House this weekend, and I'm about to make apple pie.

Also, a rather belated HIPPO BIRDIES to [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve.
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I got the place! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!

And I spent my weekend not only snowed under with work, but also, perhaps, going to a friend's Eurovision party. There were three American Eurovision virgins in attendence, le Bloke included, and they simply did not understand the wonder and joy of the whole extravaganza. Until the show started that is. We learned 'em. Well, with a little bit of help from Uncle Terry. We tried to explain how the voting is often the best part, and they definitely didnt believe that. But who was shouting at the screen by the end at any evidence of block voting? Mwahahahahah! Eurovision will get you all! Run, don't walk, from the CHEESEPANTS!

Now - to finish my last project and start my dissertation and get a job. That shouldnt be too hard, right?
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Because I think I may have found a place to move into for the summer. It's really far out, but it is right next to a tram stop if I'm feeling lazy. Which I often am. There's a big double bed - huzzah for not having to fight for space with a six-foot tall lump of warmliness! And a bath! Oh it's been so long since I've had a bath, or, indeed, a bathroom with natural light.

In other news, I'm finished classes. Forever. Creepy.

And now I have to leave the house again to procure sustenence. But I don't want to after the forty minute uphill walk to find the house earlier. I realise some people do things like that every day. I am not one of those people.

Wrongosity

May. 10th, 2006 10:41 am
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I was up at eight this morning for a class I was fairly sure I didn't have, as that's what the person who runs it told us last week. However, at some point the rest of my class convinced themselves that we did have class this morning, and so I went. To a class that was not on. Rargh.

I've been pretty busy lately looking for a flat to move into in July. The whole 'I only want it for three months' thing may be holding me back slightly, I fear. I have looked at a few nice places though. And once that's sorted, I have to find a part-time job to keep me going over the summer. A part-time job that doesn't mind me doing weird hours and days because I occasionally need to do field work or check on experiments every hour

In less boring-to-everyone-but-me news, I finally saw The Squid and the Whale last night. Bloody brilliant. That kid is my hero. Suck my dick, ass-man.

And now I'm sitting here trying to use the Force to make my Veronica Mars finale torrent run quicker. It's not so much with the working.

squints

Yeah, still not working.
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I've spent most of my bank holiday weekend alternating project work with avoiding doing project work. This will be of little surprise to most of you, I fear.

Friday afternoon I got a call that there was a beer festival up at the union. As I am, after all, only human, I headed up. As we'd had a fifteen minute burst of sunshine, everyone thought it would be a good idea to sit outside, where it was bollock-clenchingly freezing. I was cold, shall we say. Beer was good though. And abundant. That night a few of us headed down to a club near my flat, which was less cold. In that it was cloying and sweaty and moist with people. Had a pretty good time though. Le Bloke got ridiculously drunk and started moshing in the rock-y section of the club. I left him at it. Never interrupt a boy in the middle of a mosh.

Saturday I decided to take the whole day off from work, so I got up late and myself and le Bloke walked down to the continental market that was in town for the weekend. We got olives (SO MANY OLIVES), bread and cheese and other delicious vittles, then headed home to eat and nap. And eat and nap we did. Le Bloke had also recently purchased Star Wars Battlefront II for my PS2, so we spent quite a few hours on that, let me tell you. Basically, the laziest day ever.

Yesterday I actually did some work, as the guilt had gotten to be too much even for me. Probably not enough though. We went out for nachos and chicken wings for dinner, then headed to the Union cinema to see True Romance. Gotta love that movie. And rumours of us playing Star Wars when we got home instead of going to bed are probably greatly exagerrated. Probably.

I just watched the new Who that I missed on Saturday night. May have got a bit teary eyed. God I love Ten. Give that man a hug.
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Thinking that you had a project due in today, but knowing it was going to be utter crap because you had two days in which to do it, and then finding out that you got the date wrong, and it's actually due on Thursday.

Oh yes, it is to smile.
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Am back in the Shef. Have FAR too much work to do. Anyone want to write up a project report on a charred seed assemblage?

No?

Me neither.
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I didn't have any classes today so I thought I'd do something productive and sort out my bank stuff. I have two (count em'! Two!) bank accounts. For reasons of interest and such that I just about understand. I have to wait two weeks to get my cards though, and only once I've gotten those am I allowed to apply for a credit card. Maybe that's a good thing...

I also went shopping and treated myself. I got some yummy goat's cheese, and spent about an hour in a second hand book and record shop. I only bought two books though, so I think I did pretty well. I got Hyperion's Fall by Dan Simmons, which is a sequel that I've been looking for forbloodyever as I loved the first one. I also got the gay cowboy book by Annie Proulx! Yay! Gay cowboys! And yes, I know there are other stories in there too, but seriously, gay cowboys.

Somehow I got guilted into running my class's palynology seminar nest week, so I have a crapload of work to do. Which I should be doing now. Or later. Gay cowboys or pollen? Gay cowboys or pollen...

And

When you see this on your flist, quote Firefly.

RIVER
You're afraid we're going to run out of air.
That we'll die gasping.
But we won't. That's not going to happen.

We'll freeze to death first.

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