I need a life secretary.
Apparently I started a post last week, outlining all my favourite songs of the moment. Apparently, I also failed to post it, and have now deleted it.
I'm so bored at the moment, and I know I shouldn't be - I know I should be mad busy, sressed, up to my ears in paper and books....but I'm just not. My research proposal was due in Monday, and I handed it in, and now am waiting to get some feedback on it. I don't start pilotting my expt till next week, and it's too early to start doing exam revision, because I know I'll just forget it....so I've just been bumming around eating lunch and drinking cheap wine at the Exeter. Urgh.
The name of my thesis is: "Where’s Blobby? How much visual information is enough: The effects of introducing Gaussian blobs in a reach."
I just couldn't resist making it just a *little* silly...
Plus I am sick, and coughing up my lungs.
Going to Sydney on Friday - it will be nice to get out of Adelaide for a bit, but I'm going for National Band Championships (woooo!!), so it's not really a holiday as such. Plus I will be forced to socialise with people. I may just take some work over and hole myself up with my laptop, in a typically anti-social manner.
It's actually going to be hell, because playing bassoon is killing me at the moment - we had a concert on Sunday, and my lungs felt as though there were imploding. Lovely.
But I'm staying with my friend Michael for a couple of days afterwards, so that will be a nice little holiday.
Off to band practice. Off to cough my lungs up for 2 hours, off to not talk to anyone but sit and glare and read a book in a corner.
I'm so bored at the moment, and I know I shouldn't be - I know I should be mad busy, sressed, up to my ears in paper and books....but I'm just not. My research proposal was due in Monday, and I handed it in, and now am waiting to get some feedback on it. I don't start pilotting my expt till next week, and it's too early to start doing exam revision, because I know I'll just forget it....so I've just been bumming around eating lunch and drinking cheap wine at the Exeter. Urgh.
The name of my thesis is: "Where’s Blobby? How much visual information is enough: The effects of introducing Gaussian blobs in a reach."
I just couldn't resist making it just a *little* silly...
Plus I am sick, and coughing up my lungs.
Going to Sydney on Friday - it will be nice to get out of Adelaide for a bit, but I'm going for National Band Championships (woooo!!), so it's not really a holiday as such. Plus I will be forced to socialise with people. I may just take some work over and hole myself up with my laptop, in a typically anti-social manner.
It's actually going to be hell, because playing bassoon is killing me at the moment - we had a concert on Sunday, and my lungs felt as though there were imploding. Lovely.
But I'm staying with my friend Michael for a couple of days afterwards, so that will be a nice little holiday.
Off to band practice. Off to cough my lungs up for 2 hours, off to not talk to anyone but sit and glare and read a book in a corner.