Ramblings about cats, games and miscellanea.
So I'm home again!
Right, what have I been up to.
Well, I went to be at about 4.30am (yesterday) after being up for about 45 hours. Then, at about 9.30am (peter: yesterday. everyone else: today), I get a phone call. It's from Jason, my flatmate...
"Hi, yeah, I've locked myself out, can you come down and open the door?"
AAAARGH!
So I opened the door, then went back to bed, slept till 3, packed and came home. Nice.
We had a party!
Finished my literature review this morning (uh 'this' as in Friday) at about 7ish, had some lectures, had some food and collected my new glasses, which look like my old ones, only better. Not that anyone sees them, because I mostly wear my contacts.
Anyway, the party. I made cakes (which were very nice, or at least I thought so) and cheese biscuits (which would have been OK if I hadn't burnt the first batch and under-cooked the second), Tristan made pizzas, and we watched a terrible film. It was good.
I have, however, just ...
So, it looks like I finally got something right! There was no way I could get my literature review finished before the party. But what am I talking about? It's a 24/7 party in the House of Radiac. Take right now for example; I am listening to Queen, with my christmas lights on, checking I have my facts about the fundamental flow constraint correct. But I'm afraid admission is by invite only.
Time for some compulsory late-night lyrics:
Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't ...
Tristan and I skipped the trip to the melting pot after our agents lecture, because we have work to do before the party tonight. Only we waste an hour on the way home, and then the internet doesn't work for an hour or two, and so now we apparently don't have time to do the work and have the party, and I sadly have to agree. I am gutted.
So to clarify, the party's cancelled. Might try again sometime.
Right, well thats the literature search done... mostly... Hmm. Going to do my dissertation *before* the last week of next semester...
Having a party here tomorrow night - the first Lunatics Annual Atrocious Films Festival (LAAFF, pronounced LAAAAAAA-FFFFFFF, with an odd expression on your face). We will watch bad films and eat food. It will be glorious. And annual, so those of you who miss LAAFF 2003 will get to turn up to LAAFF 2004. Please note that just because it is annual, it does not mean that it will only happen once a year, and neither does it mean that ...