I had another successful crepe Tuesday, and it's become a recognised thing in the flat. "Hey, you're up early— Oh, yeah, it's tuesday." The day went downhill, as I was forced to discuss politics in history. This is topic that I try to avoid if at all possible, whether I'm at home or abroad, because politics creates artificial divides in casual friendships. Closer relationships, like dating relationships, should probably be based on a mutual agreement about the way the world works, but I'm not looking for that here. People want to talk politics with me because I'm American, and American politics are kind of related to everyone else's, but I don't like talking politics. The day was salvaged by a) crepes for lunch and b) the Early Modern Mafia.
The Early Modern Mafia is what my history professor called the general perception of the criminal underworld in Early Modern England. I want shirts of that, and I'm thinking about doing my final essay on it. It's pretty fascinating, the perception of crime versus reality versus how can we tell?!
Tuesday also included a ton of homework. I'm trying to get my history presentation going and my lit essay question figured out before we go to Edinburgh, since they're due either the week that we get back or the week after. I also worked on my lab reports, which were miserable. I had to explain to Jessi why I couldn't just drop my terrible data points that killed my results. It's a crime against science, and something that one does not do.
Tuesday night, we talked about prostitutes because Adam needs to interview one for his documentary. First, his plan was to wander around sketchy parts of Newcastle at night with his film partner, but then his mom (mum) set him up with the location. Flo made lots and lots of jokes. "Oh, are we going to pick up the prostitute now?" "What's your mom's name? I need some advice." Poor Adam is actually kind of nervous about this, because he doesn't want to seem like he's a, um, customer, but he does need to attract their attention so he can interview one. I'm hoping that he shares his documentary with the flat.
Wednesday was pretty uneventful. I mostly did homework, and then blogged instead of doing more homework. I also discovered Dr. Horrible, which is a short musical done during the writers' strike a few years ago. It's pretty much awesome. I would have stayed up later to watch more of it, but the internet was being flaky.
Thursday was lots of biochemistry, as usual. My lab partners were Adam, who I keep thinking of as Peter for reasons unknown to me — do I know any Peters that even vaguely resemble him? No.— and Jedward, whose real name is in fact Edward. The experiment was frustratingly repetitive and dull, and we were ready to go way before we were done. The impossible little frenchman was as impossible as ever. I'm really hoping that the class improves, not that I think it really will, because this sucks. The lectures are uninformative, the labs are tedious... I'm a bad scientist. Really all that I hate about lab is the impossible little frenchman and the tediousness of science without fancy instruments.
I switched to the new blogger layout, which has been around for a while, I think. I'm having some trouble figuring out the labels format, since I finally got used to the old one. This is what the old one should have been like, but now I have trouble with it. Go figure. I'm blogging now to avoid circulating Conor's birthday card, seeing as it would involve stealth, which is not my best quality, and actually knocking on people's doors.
You're probably still thinking about how bad of a scientist I am. So am I; but here.
I'll make you forget that I'm a hideously bad scientist by distracting you with pictures:
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| Cool wall! |
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| Delicious! |
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