Showing posts with label uni. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uni. Show all posts
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
Finally back home after my first year wtf. I'm so tired, and I still have to find a job for the summer! I like too many nice things and as a poor student, can't own a single one. Mostly skincare, not going to lie, since I've been having a panic about being twenty (!) next month and don't want to start getting wrinkles. Prevention is better than cure! I've been looking into Korean skincare in particular since it's meant to be about 12 years ahead of European, plus all the products are so cute! And reading about the science, it seems sound. I refuse to get old with grace, I'm going out kicking and screaming. How can I have had approximately a quarter of my life, yet accomplished none of the things I really want to so far? Someone invent a drug that lets me live forever, and stay as I am right now (but preferably more successful... I can't be poor forever, right?)
I also got my results. They weren't exactly what I wanted... but they're probably what I deserved. I did piss around for the first two terms of the year. After all, first year doesn't count, and now I know the kind of work needed for next year. So what if I wanted to have a little fun this year? Now, I should accept the consequences of the fun. For that reason I am not too disappointed in the results.
And... I moved my stuff into my new uni house before I left! It's super exciting, even though it's just a student house. My room is the third biggest, but has the best lighting and desk chair. It's leather and swivelly, so's I can feel like Dr. Octopus whenever someone enters. Also jacked a housemate's full length mirror, since he's a guy and won't use it.
Been taking so many selfies omg. Mostly to cheer myself up after exams and leaving uni. If you think about it, my thought process is really messed up...
- feels sad about not getting firsts in everything
- scolds self, "Why are you miserable?? You did better than many people! Besides you chose to have fun, remember?? Oh, probably you can't, you can't even remember all of glycolysis and you only learned that a few months ago."
- feels sad about scolding
- takes selfie to stop thinking about being sad
- filters it to death
- "I might not get firsts all the time but I'm looking good!"
- feels guilty for vanity
- feels sad about not getting firsts in everything and only being good for photos
The above selfie is the last one in my old room... goodbye! You will be missed. The place of many a gathering and drunken escapade. It's weird to think some fresher will have it now. Use it well, young and innocent one.
Use it well.
(For those who care to know, the filter is from an app called Camera 360 and is called 'sweet' under 'magic skin'. I also enhance the saturation a little, but it looks too much on my computer screen. It looks super nice on my ipod though.)
As for writing, I'm plotting plotting plotting! I've worked a few other aspects in; I want to focus more on the disappearances of those who oppose Rosita's regime, and the way they are collectively forgotten. The world building is so tight now, I know exactly how it looks - the hypermodern, futuristic, beautiful hologram world, covering up the grit and the grime of poverty and suffering. Some of the tech is really looking fun too - thought control, drugs, hypergrip shoes... It's going to be pretty 'visually' in people's heads, I hope! A combination of beautiful and disturbing.
I figure since I screwed up my results a little, I'd better get on and write this book and make it a success.
Wednesday, 14 May 2014
The reason for my huge hiatus/lack of posting over the last few weeks is that my exams are occurring and I didn't really revise enough orz. At least next year, I'll know to start earlier. In fact, the plan is to summarise each day's lecture notes on the computer as I go, so I don't have to do this rubbish now.
All I can say is that past me was clearly a prat who didn't fully take into consideration the potential effects of her non-revising behaviour for present me. Time travelling should be a thing, not to change history or kill Hitler, but so you can go back in time and slap your old self in the face for inconveniencing you.
See you on the other side, blog.
All I can say is that past me was clearly a prat who didn't fully take into consideration the potential effects of her non-revising behaviour for present me. Time travelling should be a thing, not to change history or kill Hitler, but so you can go back in time and slap your old self in the face for inconveniencing you.
See you on the other side, blog.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
...I'm back home! 
I didn't get much of a chance to write any entries because it's been so mental here. Putting my room away had to coincide with finishing genetics, but I managed it, and I got a 2:1 (!) in my molecular cell biology assignment. I did not expect more for this particular subject, but after a term of all firsts I couldn't help but feel (stupidly) disappointed. It's okay. It's probably going to be better than my genetics, which is what it is at this point.
The last few days of college, I wasn't particularly sober either. This term I barely went out, only one time before that last week, but I guess I just wanted to have fun. We went out on the Wednesday fairly spontaneously, then on the Thursday we had a really cute corridor meal out at the Italian restaurant. A table of twenty four people orz, I think the owners were a little alarmed. Then, of course, the Friday was the last night - so we had to go to Klute. Klute is officially the worst nightclub in Europe, and for a good reason. However, the drinks are extremely cheap.
Now, I have to revise. And it's rubbish.
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Last night there were two stupid fire alarms in college, one at about quarter past two and another at half past three wtf. I'd just got to sleep in time for the first one, nearly had a heart attack cause I'd just started a weird dream. I can't even remember what it was, it was just really uneasy-feeling, like it was coming up for a nightmare. I was vaguely irritated by the first one. By the second fire alarm I'd just got to sleep again, and I was livid.I like the word livid. It sounds malevolent when you say it. I was very malevolent that night. Waking up for my lecture at 9am today, I was still directing malignant thoughts at whichever hapless, oblivious idiot who'd ruined my sleep. I would be so embarrassed if that was me wtf. I hope they realise they inconvenienced literally everyone in the college, and feel adequately guilty that their desire for a drunken late-night toastie caused everyone else trouble.
Don't wake me up from my sleep, okay?
Come the glorious revolution, fire-alarm-setter-offers will be the first on the block. Incidentally, I found a new word today. Ktenology. It is the science of putting people to death. Jacking it for my novels, hahaha. Sounds exactly right for a regime trying to justify public executions.
I have to finish my genetics summative before friday, but I got tons done so that's just fine. Just got to finish the additional question and conclusion orz. No one else on my corridor understands the amount of pride I've taken in my A4 piece of paper with a circle and five labels drawn on it. Restriction mapping is time consuming!!
Plasmids are fun, kids.
Absolutely no writing of any sort planned for this week, cause I have to pack up my room to prepare to go home. College refunds me some for the trouble, but even so. Do you know how many postcards I have on my wall? It'll take me an hour just to get them all down OTL. And the amount of useless tat and rubbish I can accumulate in eight weeks is terrifying. It must be a talent.
Monday, 17 March 2014
Did my maths exam today. For those who care to know, this blog was created this weekend as a specific means of avoiding revising for this test, but I reckon I passed it anyway. It won't have been done with any style, it won't be so much a pass as a you-didn't-quite-fail, but I don't care. It's an 'optional' module I was forced to take, I've hated the subject since quite literally my first lesson in reception, and it's worth 10 credits out of 120. I can make up the difference.
Of course, if I don't get a 2:1 plus this year, my parents are going to slay me. Despite the fact it's formative year and doesn't count. "Waste of time, us paying for you to go to university if you come out with a useless degree!" And if it's not a first by the end, I'll keep on being a family disappointment.
It'll get there, I think. Next year I get to choose all my modules and can pick ones I'm good at/care about/can blag, soooo...
Back to the test.
I literally found out about it last Monday by accident after hearing some guys talking in my lecture. I thought it was next term, and I also thought it wouldn't be 100% of the module mark. Oops. Possibly attending the lectures would have helped with that. Either way, I was super nervous just before I sat the exam. I guess I didn't do any exams in maths for years, so I didn't know what to expect. I know I fluffed the first question and the last one I had not a bloody clue, but the others were fine. There wasn't a ton of maths, a lot of it was writing about statistics. This made me extremely happy. I hate numbers, can't do maths to save my life any more. However, if my past results are anything to go by, I'm really rather good at blagging essays on things I know next to nothing about orz.
I was so happy after it was over, I actually skipped most of the way back to college. Relief! And then had to work on my genetics assignment. I cracked the hardest part of it, just have to write it up now. And pack up my room. And make my sorry way home for Easter.
It's going to be one hell of a week. No room for writing at all!
I think I'm going to start my novel this Easter, though. I'll have tons of revision to avoid, anyway - and plenty of shenanigans with both uni and home friends for blog material. I'm thinking this blog is going to be for basically whatever - whenever I feel like writing it. It's good practice, right? Maybe I can use it when I have writer's block to try and get rid of it. I'll post quite a lot of writing related stuff, too - writing tips I find useful, stuff about my story and characters, my progress... but also stuff I find funny, and probably stuff that makes me angry. Like current affairs.
I don't know what anyone's going to get out of this blog, besides me. I guess I don't mind if no one reads it - hahahaha, it's probably going to end up super shaming anyway. But it'll be useful for me, and fun. Maybe it'll encourage me to not give up on this. And that's the important thing.
Memories, I suppose. Hey, uni's been pretty cool so far. I'd like to be able to remember it all someday (excessive alcohol consumption doesn't really help with longevity of recall OTL. Hey, I've been working this term, it was just first term and fresher's that was mental.)
The next couple of entries will probably just be random pages for the menu bar, because this template means for some reason actual pages don't work and I have to do them as entries. Tch.
Of course, if I don't get a 2:1 plus this year, my parents are going to slay me. Despite the fact it's formative year and doesn't count. "Waste of time, us paying for you to go to university if you come out with a useless degree!" And if it's not a first by the end, I'll keep on being a family disappointment.
It'll get there, I think. Next year I get to choose all my modules and can pick ones I'm good at/care about/can blag, soooo...
Back to the test.
I literally found out about it last Monday by accident after hearing some guys talking in my lecture. I thought it was next term, and I also thought it wouldn't be 100% of the module mark. Oops. Possibly attending the lectures would have helped with that. Either way, I was super nervous just before I sat the exam. I guess I didn't do any exams in maths for years, so I didn't know what to expect. I know I fluffed the first question and the last one I had not a bloody clue, but the others were fine. There wasn't a ton of maths, a lot of it was writing about statistics. This made me extremely happy. I hate numbers, can't do maths to save my life any more. However, if my past results are anything to go by, I'm really rather good at blagging essays on things I know next to nothing about orz.
I was so happy after it was over, I actually skipped most of the way back to college. Relief! And then had to work on my genetics assignment. I cracked the hardest part of it, just have to write it up now. And pack up my room. And make my sorry way home for Easter.
It's going to be one hell of a week. No room for writing at all!
I think I'm going to start my novel this Easter, though. I'll have tons of revision to avoid, anyway - and plenty of shenanigans with both uni and home friends for blog material. I'm thinking this blog is going to be for basically whatever - whenever I feel like writing it. It's good practice, right? Maybe I can use it when I have writer's block to try and get rid of it. I'll post quite a lot of writing related stuff, too - writing tips I find useful, stuff about my story and characters, my progress... but also stuff I find funny, and probably stuff that makes me angry. Like current affairs.
I don't know what anyone's going to get out of this blog, besides me. I guess I don't mind if no one reads it - hahahaha, it's probably going to end up super shaming anyway. But it'll be useful for me, and fun. Maybe it'll encourage me to not give up on this. And that's the important thing.
Memories, I suppose. Hey, uni's been pretty cool so far. I'd like to be able to remember it all someday (excessive alcohol consumption doesn't really help with longevity of recall OTL. Hey, I've been working this term, it was just first term and fresher's that was mental.)
The next couple of entries will probably just be random pages for the menu bar, because this template means for some reason actual pages don't work and I have to do them as entries. Tch.
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