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UCL "cannot offer [me] a place at this time." Boo, hiss. And before anyone comments to state the obvious, it's my ego that's complaining. I did get called for interview and I didn't make an idiot of myself as far as I know. Sigh.
Anyway. In other news, I managed to make a mess of another Chemistry practical today. This one was more inspired than usual, and reminded me vaguely of that incident last year where we used conc ammonia instead of dilute and wandered round smelling of it for hours. This time, I was happily chasing a cobalt chloride equilibrium back and forth - it goes from orange to yellow to orange to yellow, yay - and then added conc ammonia as per the instructions. Well, I added a couple of drops from the pipette and nothing happened. I turned around for a moment, held the tube up to the light, shook my head and added another squirt.
I should add things from the right bottle. In a fraction of a second, the tube's contents had gone from pink to blue to murky green and then started steaming. Spreading white fumes. "Eeek!"
Of course, if something is fuming you should put it in the fume cupboard. I chose to wander round the lab going "eek!" at intervals. No, I have no idea what actually happened. It should have been a neutralisation reaction, but that doesn't account for the fizzing.
Sigh.
Which reminds me, I've just found out the module results come out on March 17th. Five weeks until a) the end of term and b) doom. I don't want to resit these thrice-damned exams, but I'm so going to have to.
Today was the Drama Festival, as well. I can't believe it's been a year. I watched a couple of the plays in the morning - Our Day Out, which wasn't nearly as good as last year's, but Emma's sister Sophie was in it and she was fantastic. She was wearing an apron and carrying a feather duster when she came out on stage and yelled at the audience: "Craig, where the BLOODY HELL have you been? Get in the frigging house!"
Her accent was perfect. I fell about laughing.
The next play was Romeo and Juliet, complete with balcony, sword-fighting and tragic death scenes. It was really unexpectedly good, and the girl playing Juliet was adorable.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cat4ian thinks Romeo was camp. I don't agree. Talking of Cath, she's driving us all to distraction because of those bloody crutches.
At the end of the day, Rice-Oxley led the way in sneaking us all in for the adjudication. The winners were Our Day Out, again. Whatever happened to the embargo on Willy Russell? We trailed back for the lesson, and I realised that although I am on food for tomorrow, its being Friday, but everyone seems to have given up things for Lent. Cue fruit all round, I think.
I do apologise for being so boring lately. It's just representative of my life at present.
Anyway. In other news, I managed to make a mess of another Chemistry practical today. This one was more inspired than usual, and reminded me vaguely of that incident last year where we used conc ammonia instead of dilute and wandered round smelling of it for hours. This time, I was happily chasing a cobalt chloride equilibrium back and forth - it goes from orange to yellow to orange to yellow, yay - and then added conc ammonia as per the instructions. Well, I added a couple of drops from the pipette and nothing happened. I turned around for a moment, held the tube up to the light, shook my head and added another squirt.
I should add things from the right bottle. In a fraction of a second, the tube's contents had gone from pink to blue to murky green and then started steaming. Spreading white fumes. "Eeek!"
Of course, if something is fuming you should put it in the fume cupboard. I chose to wander round the lab going "eek!" at intervals. No, I have no idea what actually happened. It should have been a neutralisation reaction, but that doesn't account for the fizzing.
Sigh.
Which reminds me, I've just found out the module results come out on March 17th. Five weeks until a) the end of term and b) doom. I don't want to resit these thrice-damned exams, but I'm so going to have to.
Today was the Drama Festival, as well. I can't believe it's been a year. I watched a couple of the plays in the morning - Our Day Out, which wasn't nearly as good as last year's, but Emma's sister Sophie was in it and she was fantastic. She was wearing an apron and carrying a feather duster when she came out on stage and yelled at the audience: "Craig, where the BLOODY HELL have you been? Get in the frigging house!"
Her accent was perfect. I fell about laughing.
The next play was Romeo and Juliet, complete with balcony, sword-fighting and tragic death scenes. It was really unexpectedly good, and the girl playing Juliet was adorable.
cat4ian thinks Romeo was camp. I don't agree. Talking of Cath, she's driving us all to distraction because of those bloody crutches. At the end of the day, Rice-Oxley led the way in sneaking us all in for the adjudication. The winners were Our Day Out, again. Whatever happened to the embargo on Willy Russell? We trailed back for the lesson, and I realised that although I am on food for tomorrow, its being Friday, but everyone seems to have given up things for Lent. Cue fruit all round, I think.
I do apologise for being so boring lately. It's just representative of my life at present.
