Day after day our love turns grey
I had a very nice weekend: after hanging out with Owain on Saturday and bonding more with him than ever before, then spent a very enjoyable Sunday watching films and cuddling Emily, the girl I'm trying exceptionally hard not to get a crush on under a blanket in my bed. That was simultaneously exactly what I was needing and the least helpful thing ever. The evening's angst-quotient was topped up by a heart-to-heart with Pamela, and Soph continuing to be out of contact because she wanted some space for ... well, neither of us were entirely sure why.
After that, which made the last line of Friday's QC really sound familiar, I managed to oversleep and miss my 9a.m. Semigroups lectures.
Due to a mixture of my own incompetence, my own decisions, and beareaucratic confusion, I'm not actually taking Semigroups, though it's turning out to be the course which is most interesting me and I'm doing best in. In that in Monday's tutorial, I utterly disproved that old saying that you can't wing Science tutorials: I turned up at five to without having looked at the questions, and had them done by the time the class started at ten past. That class has somehow reached the point where James Mitchell, the lecturer asks me if I've got a better solution than his to the tutorial questions, without irony, and I have. I can't believe that happened in that winged tutorial.
Both Monday and Tuesday ended pretty badly: I was at that horrible point I reach shortly after realising that there was going to be no point in trying to pull an all-nighter, as I wasn't going to get any work done and going to bed. The point, after an hour or so in bed debating the merits of taking a pill to keep me up or help me sleep, where I realise I really need to get back to being exhausted so I can sleep.
After that, which made the last line of Friday's QC really sound familiar, I managed to oversleep and miss my 9a.m. Semigroups lectures.
Due to a mixture of my own incompetence, my own decisions, and beareaucratic confusion, I'm not actually taking Semigroups, though it's turning out to be the course which is most interesting me and I'm doing best in. In that in Monday's tutorial, I utterly disproved that old saying that you can't wing Science tutorials: I turned up at five to without having looked at the questions, and had them done by the time the class started at ten past. That class has somehow reached the point where James Mitchell, the lecturer asks me if I've got a better solution than his to the tutorial questions, without irony, and I have. I can't believe that happened in that winged tutorial.
Both Monday and Tuesday ended pretty badly: I was at that horrible point I reach shortly after realising that there was going to be no point in trying to pull an all-nighter, as I wasn't going to get any work done and going to bed. The point, after an hour or so in bed debating the merits of taking a pill to keep me up or help me sleep, where I realise I really need to get back to being exhausted so I can sleep.