Back to Manchester

For the next couple of months... I don't think I get any more random weeks off, unfortunately. :( No English lectures or seminars this week though: reading week, apparently.

Knock?

Where in the world is Knock? All I currently know about it is that Ryanair fly there for 99p (plus taxes). Hmm, I think it's a google job.

Scholarship!

Heehee! Wooooo!

Fancy posting a hamster!

Yup... it's proof of my theory about super-intelligent people having less common sense than most ordinary folk. How can you not think it morally wrong? *shakes head* Silly Cambridge students. The tutors don't think to ask in interview what you would think of putting animals in envelopes and then in the post, do they?

Strange

This actually happened on Thursday, but due to mobile stress (as well as others) that evening, I forgot to blog about it. It also happened shortly before I met Kajal, which was very nice, indeed. :)

So, I was standing outside Starbucks in Golders Green at around 3.30pm, waiting for Kajal when along comes a boy I know, who similarly, has arranged to meet people at Starbucks in Golders Green, and is also waiting for them. Now, I've spent a maximum of three weeks with him on camps, all between August- December 1998, as well as having posted messages on a message board, in possibly what could be conceived as quite heated discussion with him.

(Aside to this story, but a comment about the same person: he one time actually said hello to me and used my message board pseudonym in so doing... in public. For this message board I use a nickname I had for a maximum of two weeks of my life, if not less, and he did not know me in this capacity.)

Anyway, we were having the usual kind of conversation, the what-are-you-up-to-these-days one, and so I said I was at Manchester University, and he said he'd just applied there. So I asked what he'd applied for, he told me, and then he said, "Let me guess, you've applied... sorry, are studying English." (He was in that post-application mode where it was still at the front of the mind.) I found this odd, as I couldn't see how he would know such a thing, but nonetheless I responded, "Good guess, maths and English actually, but pretty close, well done. How did you know?" (or some reply of that ilk.) So he said I just seemed like the kind of person who would study English. Now, yes, he knows I am pedantic about grammar to a high degree, but being pedantic surely does not mean that I am quite probably the kind who studies English, does it? Anyway, I was rather surprised and found it rather odd. (And no, I hadn't expressed literary views or the like on the message board. Conversations on there tend to be about religion and politics, or where you live (and being derisive about anywhere else).)

Lost numbers

My mobile has decided to become rather defunct, and thus I cannot reach any numbers (particularly mobile numbers: landlines tend to be recorded in address books, mobile numbers don't get updated nearly so often in there). So, if I had your number in the past (or you fancy giving me your number now), text me (you should know my number: it isn't changing, merely handset replacement), email me (address provided to your left) or 'phone me... but preferably after Friday, once I have a replacement.

200 posts!

This is my 200th post! I don't actually have that much to say, but I was fiddling with blogger and noticed that my next post would be post number 200.

*need to finish essay*

Knitting is detrimental to work progress

I've learnt to knit! The only problem, as you can probably guess from the title, is that I have work (essay and revision, mainly) that needs to be done, over the knitting. I'm trying to keep myself away from the knitting until after my exams (my last exam is on the same day as my essay deadline), and then I'm hoping to get far in the many hours I'm spending on Virgin Trains, travelling between Manchester, Birmingham and London. Fun. :)

Amusing

I bought some cheap eye-shadow the other week, because I wanted to increase the number of colours I had and the quality doesn't tend to affect my eyes in an irritating way, so I figured cheap stuff was just as good. Anyway, look at what it says on the box (and this is it letter-for-letter):

"Eyeshadow is shall colnage beatuy kindney and spirit eye,If your eye furthest able in the chips young blood spontaneous coruscate expression in one' seyes Usage and efficiecy:Eyes-hadow color to equably daub on fluate,have blow up lifelike's effect for your eye."

Reminds me somewhat of that rubbish you get in spam emails. ;)