Hi there!
So, yes, it's been a while since I made a proper diary entry! I have gone back and written up the two place-holder entries for the Summer Ball and Leela's flights, so you may want to read those first and come back to this.
So, how come I haven't kept you all up to date with what I've been up to? Well, mostly because I couldn't be bothered, I had better and more important things to be doing.
What I didn't say in the previous entry about Leela's flights is that I had booked a taxi to get me to Gatwick for 5.30. I went to bed at about 1, then got up at 3.30, so that kinda hurt. But I got there at about 5.30, and was there for when she came out of arrivals, so that was cool. We got the Gatwick Express to Victoria, then the underground to Paddington, and sat around for a couple of hours drinking/eating while we waited for our train to Bodmin. We must have arrived at 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and Leela gave me a t-shirt from American Eagle, so now nobody can complain I only ever wear t-shirts from the HCI conference, because I now have stylish clothes.
The next day, on the Thursday, we went into Bodmin and had a look around. It's a nice town. In the evening we went over to an Italian restaurant in Wadebridge, and for some reason, I thought it would be a really good idea to try something different to the normal cheese pizza. So, not one for doing things by halves, I had an extra spicy one.
It hurt.
I'm not talking a mild tingly pain, I'm talking 2 glasses of Sprite in a row and it's still agony. And that was after only one mouthful. Jalopeno peppers are evil. But I'd bought the pizza, so I couldn't just leave it - I ate nearly all of it, I didn't do too badly, but by the end it just hurt too much, so I gave up and left some of the green slices of pain on the plate.
However, my pizza selection incompetence was dwarfed a few minutes later by the combined efforts of the brain and I. Apparently determined to prove she still deserved her title, Leela had parked us in a car park that closes at the same time as Tescos, so we got back to find the barriers on the car park closed, bolted and padlocked. We drove around the whole thing in the hope we could find a secret exit, but of course, no chance. Much to the amusement of the local hooligans riding their bikes in the deserted car park, I walked up to the exit barrier and had a look to see if there were instructions for getting out, or magical escape buttons or anything, but no - just a sign saying "If you get stuck in the car park, ring the council or the police". Yay. So Leela rang the council, and apparently the conversation went something like this:
Leela: We're stuck in the Tesco's carpark!So yes, it turns out we had been stuck in the car park for about 15 minutes, and all we had to do was drive up to the exit barrier...Council guy: Urr, drive up to the exit barrier and it will open.
Leela: I did that... maybe I just didn't go close enough...
Say nothing.
Friday we went over to Plymouth so Leela could buy some more clothes and shoes. And I bought myself a new top, it's cool - it has a picture of a man in a tank, and he's pointing and saying 'To the pub!'. The fact I don't really go to the pub that much is irrelevant, it's a neat shirt. That evening we had a takeaway, and the next day I came back to Bath. On Sunday Leela left for another 3 months, but at least this time it's only a short motorway trip away in Loughborough, where she is doing exciting top-secret and highly-dangerous pharmacy research.
The past few days have been less hectic and exciting - on Monday, Tristan and I went for a pizza with his Mum and Gran which was lovely, but apart from that, I have pretty much just been working on the new design for the tonbschl website. It's quite a complicated one - they want it to look like a shield, and putting a curve at the bottom of an HTML page in CSS is surprisingly difficult. Actually, I believe the word used over at quirksmode was 'impossible' - but I showed them! Hahaha! Well, ok, not quite - it's not perfect, there are issues when you make the browser window stupidly small, but I'm hoping that will never be an issue - I'll just have to make sure I put a nice lot of text on every page.
So as I have said before, I am free - bring on the holidays. The only things scheduled are results this Friday, and graduation in two weeks - although something tells me I won't be invited to that one; a few days ago I had a dream where I got 42%. Well, I can dream I passed, right? And after that, it's the holiday courses for 6 weeks.
Exciting, eh?
I'll let you know.
Comments
Yay for real diary entries! YAY!
Ha ha, my dream of 89% was better!
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