Physics
This is a really horrible integral. Just give it to a mathematician to do. - My T&S lecturer.
So I'm trying not to write up my lab, I'm too tired and I have a long night ahead of me. I can feel my face breaking into spots. Something is dancing on top of my stomach.
Physics has ruined my life.
I can't look at things the way I use to. I'm reading some fiction at the moment (the ultimate procrastination sport) and every time I see a colour, it's in terms of physics. Ah - the elusive blue-green absorbing door. Every day it gets worse. My food reaches thermal equilibrium with the oven- "of course it's bloody hot you simple minded fool - didn't you know it's reached thermal equilibrium with the oven? That's 473 Kelvin in there." Flat mates get a little annoyed at that. I squeal with glee when Im allowed near a laser. Any laser will do. Oooh... a laser pointer! Feel that stimulated emission!
Today I plated with an interferometer. I tried to pull my own hair out but I settled with hitting myself with my own hardbound lab book. It was gratifying.
Also today - someone microwaved their tights to try and get them dry. Apparently they didn't expect them to burst into flames. The smell of feet must have been overwhelming.
I've even ruined my brother's life. He's only four, but I've put him on a rocky path to geekage. He loved nothing more to come up to me, punching his sweet little hands as if he's bouncing one of those giant balloons they fill with rice and sell to kids and tell me proudly that it's "simple harmonic motion" and that everything in the world is physics.
I've corrupted him. "Whats the sky?" He'd say to me, breaking into his cheeky little grin. "Physics!" I'm waiting for a few years to tell him about it all. Hopefully by then I'll have my degree and my face will have reverted back to it's usually scarred tone and not this attractive, pimply mass I'm sporting,
Anyway - enjoy your photon filled days. Don't run too slow - you might diffract through the eye of a needle.
The quicker you run the slower you age!
So I'm trying not to write up my lab, I'm too tired and I have a long night ahead of me. I can feel my face breaking into spots. Something is dancing on top of my stomach.
Physics has ruined my life.
I can't look at things the way I use to. I'm reading some fiction at the moment (the ultimate procrastination sport) and every time I see a colour, it's in terms of physics. Ah - the elusive blue-green absorbing door. Every day it gets worse. My food reaches thermal equilibrium with the oven- "of course it's bloody hot you simple minded fool - didn't you know it's reached thermal equilibrium with the oven? That's 473 Kelvin in there." Flat mates get a little annoyed at that. I squeal with glee when Im allowed near a laser. Any laser will do. Oooh... a laser pointer! Feel that stimulated emission!
Today I plated with an interferometer. I tried to pull my own hair out but I settled with hitting myself with my own hardbound lab book. It was gratifying.
Also today - someone microwaved their tights to try and get them dry. Apparently they didn't expect them to burst into flames. The smell of feet must have been overwhelming.
I've even ruined my brother's life. He's only four, but I've put him on a rocky path to geekage. He loved nothing more to come up to me, punching his sweet little hands as if he's bouncing one of those giant balloons they fill with rice and sell to kids and tell me proudly that it's "simple harmonic motion" and that everything in the world is physics.
I've corrupted him. "Whats the sky?" He'd say to me, breaking into his cheeky little grin. "Physics!" I'm waiting for a few years to tell him about it all. Hopefully by then I'll have my degree and my face will have reverted back to it's usually scarred tone and not this attractive, pimply mass I'm sporting,
Anyway - enjoy your photon filled days. Don't run too slow - you might diffract through the eye of a needle.
The quicker you run the slower you age!