The stone stairways wound upwards in a tight corkscrew, seeming endless, and definitely cramped. I was torn between needing more space to walk so that I wouldn't keep headbutting Weng's backpack and not wanting to lose sight of him around the corner, so I compromised by running into him over and over again when I did lose sight of him and panicked. It's hard sprinting up spiral staircases when there's someone in front of you, and I definitely didn't want to go first. You never know, there could be like, ghosts or something.
We saw 900 years of history in four hours and came face to face with the Tudor world of conspiracies, false charges, mystery, murder, and beheadings. So glam. We also took five 30 second movies which was basically Weng talking to himself and filming buildings and archways, and about a hundred pictures of buildings, archways, and armor. I'll put them up later.
It was a pretty cool place. Really...castle-y, and very interesting. The guides were awesome, if only they taught medieval-Stewart-Tudor history like that in school.
Me, having the asthetic appreciation of a magpie, was thrilled by the Crown Jewels (Darren, Evan, don't even think about it!) and as Weng put it "Wah, I didnt know there were so many!" . There was enough gold in one room to sink an armada, and enough diamonds to outshine Vegas. All that stuff must've weighed a frickin tonne. The Royal family are a lot stronger than we give them credit for, I think.
Walked under a huge portcullis that take thirty men to raise and lower, was told that Errol Flynn did it with one hand and got an Oscar for it, and basically revelled in every piece of history that seeped out of its cold stone walls. I have never enjoyed history so much.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Walkin on sunshine
OhmygoodnessIactuallydon'thavetostudytoday...that's the first thing I thought after I handed in my paper. You think these progress tests were stressful? Wait for the finals. It'll probably be a good solid month and a half of whining.
The really sick thing is that it feels wierd sitting here not doing anything. The compulsion to do a tutorial, something, anything has washed through me a couple of times this afternoon and I almost almost picked up a pen and my file, in between White Chicks (omg, they're SO ugly) and Darkthrone (such a GOOD game)
We're actually going to do something fun tomorrow. I get to go out for like the first time in 3 weeks. Actually, I'm looking really forward to being able to sleep properly for the first time in 3 weeks. But yes, tomorrow's plan: Tower of London and then Covent Garden.
Friday's plan: Dralion at the Royal Albert, and possibly Evan's if he decides to come in from York, Tish'll join us and hopefully so will Nat and Tom.
There's no better way to celebrate than with friends! I'm so happy they're over!
More seriously, I'll be twenty in six weeks...I'm completely shocked, when did the big "two-zero" creep up like that?
The really sick thing is that it feels wierd sitting here not doing anything. The compulsion to do a tutorial, something, anything has washed through me a couple of times this afternoon and I almost almost picked up a pen and my file, in between White Chicks (omg, they're SO ugly) and Darkthrone (such a GOOD game)
We're actually going to do something fun tomorrow. I get to go out for like the first time in 3 weeks. Actually, I'm looking really forward to being able to sleep properly for the first time in 3 weeks. But yes, tomorrow's plan: Tower of London and then Covent Garden.
Friday's plan: Dralion at the Royal Albert, and possibly Evan's if he decides to come in from York, Tish'll join us and hopefully so will Nat and Tom.
There's no better way to celebrate than with friends! I'm so happy they're over!
More seriously, I'll be twenty in six weeks...I'm completely shocked, when did the big "two-zero" creep up like that?
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Equate my life
It's 3pm on a glorious Tuesday afternoon, and I'm done with exams. Now if only it weren't for that EIC paper tomorrow morning; I can hardly bear another evening of studying, I've had enough.
My spine is now permanently kinked at the right height to sit at an Argos Malibu desk, and my right hand been reduced to a useless claw. Fine, so I do write an excessive amount of notes, but I don't know how to learn any other way.
"So if there's a force, F, applied to a rotating machine of mass, M, causing the springs to fail at point A on a Goodman line, where it intersects with shark, s. Add x to mc/2, integrate over two regions, R and I, then mxdoubledot + cxdot + kx = 0, and equivalent stress is a pyjama party of monkeys." - That's the current state of my mind, full of equations that probably started out as something important, but are now a tangled mess of operators and variables.
Like wires. No matter how nicely you can arrange them, they dance back into a seething bundle of angry black wires and plugs that look like one of those 3D pictures that make your eyes cross and your head hurt.
The only thing I can make sense of is Darkthrone. I'm moving up the board slowly but surely, and so what if my profile reads "member of the See-lee-see-men and Monkeys", it should be "proud member of the See-lee-see-men and Monkeys". Who wants some cool name like The Wolf Clan, or Deathblades. See-lee-see-men has as much schiinnngg (think silvery, sharp samurai sword) as Deathblades.
My spine is now permanently kinked at the right height to sit at an Argos Malibu desk, and my right hand been reduced to a useless claw. Fine, so I do write an excessive amount of notes, but I don't know how to learn any other way.
"So if there's a force, F, applied to a rotating machine of mass, M, causing the springs to fail at point A on a Goodman line, where it intersects with shark, s. Add x to mc/2, integrate over two regions, R and I, then mxdoubledot + cxdot + kx = 0, and equivalent stress is a pyjama party of monkeys." - That's the current state of my mind, full of equations that probably started out as something important, but are now a tangled mess of operators and variables.
Like wires. No matter how nicely you can arrange them, they dance back into a seething bundle of angry black wires and plugs that look like one of those 3D pictures that make your eyes cross and your head hurt.
The only thing I can make sense of is Darkthrone. I'm moving up the board slowly but surely, and so what if my profile reads "member of the See-lee-see-men and Monkeys", it should be "proud member of the See-lee-see-men and Monkeys". Who wants some cool name like The Wolf Clan, or Deathblades. See-lee-see-men has as much schiinnngg (think silvery, sharp samurai sword) as Deathblades.
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