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First of all, I hate to ask, because I've been so thoroughly spoiled in this respect, but this is me asking anyway - does anyone have a studio version/radio edit/whatever you call it of the Indigo Girls' Closer To Fine? I am in love.
Talking of which, I finally used my birthday Amazon voucher - bought Am I Blue? and Retrospective, with free delivery and everything, and they're due to arrive just after my Bristol interview and will no doubt be needed to cheer me up. I love Amazon. Even though their main page now says "Want to make £164.00? Sell your past purchases on Amazon?" I merely thought, we've bought more than that (Pedar and I share an account, natch) and realised with a sigh that they're only talking about the 2004-2005 orders. I shudder to think how much I've spent on Amazon in the past six years.
The other place we share an account is at Pritchard's, simply because we were confusing the hell out of them by ordering such wildly different books. I went to school in the morning today, met by Julie at the door. I was tired and merely asked, "Do you have Physics today?"
"I'm going to die," was the answer (behind me, Mrs Enstone laughed) and I climbed the sixth form stairs wondering if not doing Physics hadn't been such a bad idea, after all. They were all revising when I got in, shouting formulae at each other, so I got out when I could and wandered down to the library committee meeting. Partly because of my birthday and partly because of hers, Mrs Barry was donating cake for today, but she forgot. So I got the chocolates![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eternalwings gave me out of the library office and handed them out. They finished off the top layer, so I kept the bottom one. For reasons of my own.
I'm one of very few Chemistry-type people who don't also do Physics, so the lesson was scrubbed. I wrote a Politics essay in the library while a Theatre Studies lesson happened behind me. Some guy was playing Scrabble with pretty-boy-Elliot, who won - he got a triple word score on "quiz." I was impressed.
The Chemistry thing is getting into swing again, and it's much like it is at AS, complete with random segues into nothing in particular. This module has no organic, much to my chagrin, but we're going back to the periodicity of the first module and looking at transition metals.
A transition metal is a metal whose common ions have partially filled d-subshells. Consequently, there are several anomalous ones across the period. "They're quite an odd bunch, aren't they," Sarah commented.
"Much like this class," I said sleepily.
Mrs Colvin laughed and asked, "What first-series transition metal would you be, Iona?"
"Chromium," I said after a minute's thought. "It's nice and shiny."
Sarah wanted to be vanadium. Becky wanted to be cobalt. Laura was scandium. Fidan decided on fluorine.
"That's not a transition metal," I complained.
"No," said Mrs Colvin, adding: "But it is popularly regarded as the most obnoxious element in the periodic table," to general laughter and heckling. "What about Rola? Would you be copper?"
"No!" said Rola indignantly, sounding incredibly offended. "Copper is weak! It gets displaced by everything!" A pause, then: "I'd be iron."
I thought it was appropriate. Mrs Colvin said, "You know what I'd be."
"Molybdenum," I said (it's element no. 42), "but it's not first-series."
She's allowed to cheat, apparently. I found the entire exchange characteristic of everything I'm going to miss when I leave.
But I digress wildly. On my way home, I went to Pritchard's, but I was early, Tony was out doing school orders, so I had my induction from the other employee of the day, a boy a couple of years older than me. His name is Niall and he's very nice. He showed me how to order books, how to use the till, how to find anything in the world's tiniest, messiest, most disorganised bookshop, and how to shout at the computer, which is ancient and slow. I like it in the shop. I hope I'm going to enjoy this job; I start on Saturday. Also, I get a staff discount, and I'm pretty sure all the money I earn is going to go on books. Never mind.
Got home tonight, watched more season one Stargate (love) talked to Hannah, wrote essays on the American Senate, you get the picture. Time for bed. It'scat4ian's birthday tomorrow and I really ought to wrap her present. Sigh.
Talking of which, I finally used my birthday Amazon voucher - bought Am I Blue? and Retrospective, with free delivery and everything, and they're due to arrive just after my Bristol interview and will no doubt be needed to cheer me up. I love Amazon. Even though their main page now says "Want to make £164.00? Sell your past purchases on Amazon?" I merely thought, we've bought more than that (Pedar and I share an account, natch) and realised with a sigh that they're only talking about the 2004-2005 orders. I shudder to think how much I've spent on Amazon in the past six years.
The other place we share an account is at Pritchard's, simply because we were confusing the hell out of them by ordering such wildly different books. I went to school in the morning today, met by Julie at the door. I was tired and merely asked, "Do you have Physics today?"
"I'm going to die," was the answer (behind me, Mrs Enstone laughed) and I climbed the sixth form stairs wondering if not doing Physics hadn't been such a bad idea, after all. They were all revising when I got in, shouting formulae at each other, so I got out when I could and wandered down to the library committee meeting. Partly because of my birthday and partly because of hers, Mrs Barry was donating cake for today, but she forgot. So I got the chocolates
eternalwings gave me out of the library office and handed them out. They finished off the top layer, so I kept the bottom one. For reasons of my own.I'm one of very few Chemistry-type people who don't also do Physics, so the lesson was scrubbed. I wrote a Politics essay in the library while a Theatre Studies lesson happened behind me. Some guy was playing Scrabble with pretty-boy-Elliot, who won - he got a triple word score on "quiz." I was impressed.
The Chemistry thing is getting into swing again, and it's much like it is at AS, complete with random segues into nothing in particular. This module has no organic, much to my chagrin, but we're going back to the periodicity of the first module and looking at transition metals.
A transition metal is a metal whose common ions have partially filled d-subshells. Consequently, there are several anomalous ones across the period. "They're quite an odd bunch, aren't they," Sarah commented.
"Much like this class," I said sleepily.
Mrs Colvin laughed and asked, "What first-series transition metal would you be, Iona?"
"Chromium," I said after a minute's thought. "It's nice and shiny."
Sarah wanted to be vanadium. Becky wanted to be cobalt. Laura was scandium. Fidan decided on fluorine.
"That's not a transition metal," I complained.
"No," said Mrs Colvin, adding: "But it is popularly regarded as the most obnoxious element in the periodic table," to general laughter and heckling. "What about Rola? Would you be copper?"
"No!" said Rola indignantly, sounding incredibly offended. "Copper is weak! It gets displaced by everything!" A pause, then: "I'd be iron."
I thought it was appropriate. Mrs Colvin said, "You know what I'd be."
"Molybdenum," I said (it's element no. 42), "but it's not first-series."
She's allowed to cheat, apparently. I found the entire exchange characteristic of everything I'm going to miss when I leave.
But I digress wildly. On my way home, I went to Pritchard's, but I was early, Tony was out doing school orders, so I had my induction from the other employee of the day, a boy a couple of years older than me. His name is Niall and he's very nice. He showed me how to order books, how to use the till, how to find anything in the world's tiniest, messiest, most disorganised bookshop, and how to shout at the computer, which is ancient and slow. I like it in the shop. I hope I'm going to enjoy this job; I start on Saturday. Also, I get a staff discount, and I'm pretty sure all the money I earn is going to go on books. Never mind.
Got home tonight, watched more season one Stargate (love) talked to Hannah, wrote essays on the American Senate, you get the picture. Time for bed. It's
cat4ian's birthday tomorrow and I really ought to wrap her present. Sigh.