General waffling
You are 12% geek
OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. I hate you.
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
I think I must just have ticked the silly answers, because I'm usually waaay more geeky than that ;)
Last night was pretty busy: the rehearsal went on until almost six, although we were redundant for most of it. I now have to search out my own shawl for use in the Wedding Scene, but I think I'll go with some sort of poncho...there's quite a lot of dancing and fleeing in that one, and I don't want to have to end up sneaking back to retrieve a lost shawl-alternatively I could just let Ben or John or Hannah pick it up in their tidying up...
Oh, and I STILL can't hit the high notes in the Dream song-why on earth do they always put me in the sopranos?
Then there was Louise's surprise party-it was so hilarious when she came in, as far as she knew to look for Andrew's shoes, and we were all standing in the dark. She just ducked straight back out the door again and they didn't get her in for ages =) In her little speech she told us she would have to dye her hair blonder to match her personality ;) I can't actually believe how well it went: we did so much sneaking around in school, for weeks, I was sure someone would let something slip...I know I nearly did several times.
I ate more last night than I think I did in the entire past week, but it was all so good, I just couldn't not! Thankfully the barndance used up some of the excess energy. A lot of the boys I was dancing with I didn't know at all, and I felt rather like Elizabeth Bennet: "We must have some conversation while dancing, Mr. Darcy!" Since there was so much noise of feet stamping, hand clapping and people shouting, and so much weaving in and out and switching of partners, we generally didn't get past a preliminary sentence or two of introduction and an apology from me for my height: honestly, half the boys in that room were far smaller than I was! It's just not fair...more disadvantages to being tall :(
I am slowly catching up at the A&E roleplay...only another 85 messages to read! So far no-one has tried to swipe Legolas for their own nefarious purposes, but I'm still way back in September, so anything could happen.
Later on I must revise for this stupid Maths assessment...as if we don't have enoguh stress! I missed about a month of the Pure stuff, so goodness knows how much of it I'll understand. Then I ought to do more theory practice-I've started passing the Hazard Perception practice tests, which is good. The queue for the practical test is back up to February, so I need to pass the Theory on the 2nd and get my practical booked, although I'm still pretty dire. When Ruth's license comes back we should both get on the insurance so I can get some more driving in...I need it, this thing is hard!
Chemistry yesterday was great fun: we were doing the ethanoic acid reflux and by the end of two periods the casualties were as follows: one minor bubble-up with the ethanol (me); two major bubble-ups (Mrs. Dinnen and the Richards); one broken piece of glassware (the Richards); one blocked up sink (not our fault); one knocked over set of apparatus, including bunsen (the Richards again); one overflowed mess into the distillate (Debbie and Lee-ann); one, or possibly two, leaking sinks (not our fault, but Sarah and debbie were using them).
When I saw that puddle slowly encroaching across the floor, and Sarah still calmly bailing out water from the condenser, I started laughing so hard that I cried. The whole day was just such an hilarious disaster, and that was the last straw. Everything that could have gone wrong, did, but we did manage to get some decent ethanoic acid out of it in the end. If only the classes could always be as amusing...I think a bit of exploding ethanol would really enliven Mrs. Ince's lessons, particularly if we didn't bother with the conical flask and let it hit the ceiling =)
OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. I hate you.
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
I think I must just have ticked the silly answers, because I'm usually waaay more geeky than that ;)
Last night was pretty busy: the rehearsal went on until almost six, although we were redundant for most of it. I now have to search out my own shawl for use in the Wedding Scene, but I think I'll go with some sort of poncho...there's quite a lot of dancing and fleeing in that one, and I don't want to have to end up sneaking back to retrieve a lost shawl-alternatively I could just let Ben or John or Hannah pick it up in their tidying up...
Oh, and I STILL can't hit the high notes in the Dream song-why on earth do they always put me in the sopranos?
Then there was Louise's surprise party-it was so hilarious when she came in, as far as she knew to look for Andrew's shoes, and we were all standing in the dark. She just ducked straight back out the door again and they didn't get her in for ages =) In her little speech she told us she would have to dye her hair blonder to match her personality ;) I can't actually believe how well it went: we did so much sneaking around in school, for weeks, I was sure someone would let something slip...I know I nearly did several times.
I ate more last night than I think I did in the entire past week, but it was all so good, I just couldn't not! Thankfully the barndance used up some of the excess energy. A lot of the boys I was dancing with I didn't know at all, and I felt rather like Elizabeth Bennet: "We must have some conversation while dancing, Mr. Darcy!" Since there was so much noise of feet stamping, hand clapping and people shouting, and so much weaving in and out and switching of partners, we generally didn't get past a preliminary sentence or two of introduction and an apology from me for my height: honestly, half the boys in that room were far smaller than I was! It's just not fair...more disadvantages to being tall :(
I am slowly catching up at the A&E roleplay...only another 85 messages to read! So far no-one has tried to swipe Legolas for their own nefarious purposes, but I'm still way back in September, so anything could happen.
Later on I must revise for this stupid Maths assessment...as if we don't have enoguh stress! I missed about a month of the Pure stuff, so goodness knows how much of it I'll understand. Then I ought to do more theory practice-I've started passing the Hazard Perception practice tests, which is good. The queue for the practical test is back up to February, so I need to pass the Theory on the 2nd and get my practical booked, although I'm still pretty dire. When Ruth's license comes back we should both get on the insurance so I can get some more driving in...I need it, this thing is hard!
Chemistry yesterday was great fun: we were doing the ethanoic acid reflux and by the end of two periods the casualties were as follows: one minor bubble-up with the ethanol (me); two major bubble-ups (Mrs. Dinnen and the Richards); one broken piece of glassware (the Richards); one blocked up sink (not our fault); one knocked over set of apparatus, including bunsen (the Richards again); one overflowed mess into the distillate (Debbie and Lee-ann); one, or possibly two, leaking sinks (not our fault, but Sarah and debbie were using them).
When I saw that puddle slowly encroaching across the floor, and Sarah still calmly bailing out water from the condenser, I started laughing so hard that I cried. The whole day was just such an hilarious disaster, and that was the last straw. Everything that could have gone wrong, did, but we did manage to get some decent ethanoic acid out of it in the end. If only the classes could always be as amusing...I think a bit of exploding ethanol would really enliven Mrs. Ince's lessons, particularly if we didn't bother with the conical flask and let it hit the ceiling =)