Yesterday was a looong day. It started off at 8:30 AM, when I got up to finish my lab report so I could finish my paper and pset at night. Well, I was hoping to finish the lab by 12 so I could start my reading before dance practice. That did not happen. I severely underestimated the tedium of error analysis which took 4 hours by itself. Anyway, so I barely finished my error analysis by 2:30, which was when I had dance rehearsal. So then I went to that.
I don't know what it is but people just don't dance here. At least, not in Cambridge. I was teaching someone how to do a body roll and they just could not figure out how to pop out their chest. That aside, dance practice was ridiculously long (from 2:30 to 9) and I had to travel to Robinson in between sessions, so I didn't get a chance to buy dinner.
After that, I had to go home to work. And at this point, Sainsbury is way closed. So my mouse runs out of batteries and I'm looking for the bag of goodies from Poundland - there were AA batteries there. I finally find the bag underneath a pile of clothes only to find 3 packs of gummies!!! This is the best part of the night, because I know I'm going to finish those packs by the end of it.
I finished the first two packs in 20 minutes... so I decided to savor the last one. At this point, I was working on my pset, so for every question I answered I told myself I could eat 5 gummies. Two things happened. 1) I got extremely sick and 2) Only got through 2 questions. And still haven't finished the paper or pset.
The moral of the story is that gummy bears are evil, evil things.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Brits suck at city planning
I know Cambridge has a deep history, rich with tradition, yadda yadda yadda, but their technological skills suck. And it's not only the internet thing. That I can deal with... to some extent. It's these streets. They have zero city planning skills. The sidewalk is literally the width of two people, except half of the time there's a line of bikes against the wall, leaving space for only one person. This doesn't work on two way streets. Not to mention the fact that it's normal for double decker buses to drive down these streets (which barely fit the width of the bus) shoulder to shoulder with students and cyclists. And there's fucking cobblestone everywhere. And zero drainage. Every morning when you wake up, you can expect to see huge puddles of water on the pavement.
But that aside, Cambridge is still pretty fun. They have funny jargon like knackered which means tired. Apparently, the word was commonly used to mean "exhausted after lots of sex" but now it just means tired. Go figure.
Halloween was a lot of fun. We went as the Village People, although almost no one knew who they were. I was the construction worker, and there was also a biker chick, police woman, indian (CPG), cowboy, cowgirl, and gay naval/boat captain. We ended up going to McDonalds to get some "American" food because apparently, no one really dresses up for Halloween in the UK. Instead, people's ideas of Halloween consist of werewolves, zombies and vampires. It makes sense, I guess, but no one really slutted up for Halloween. The Brits were pretty traditional about it.
Back to McDonalds, random guys came up to CPG and told him that they liked his legs. Because all he was wearing were his speedo and loincloth. And some other random dudes wanted the policewoman to "handcuff his friend because he was being a bad boy." Ooooh boy. Afterwards, we went to a friend's room, started drinking and listened to random village people songs. CPG got really into it.... REALLY into it... just recall back to Halloween two years ago. And then he went a little overboard and had to go home. Though, we blame it on this other kid who was sipping shots of Baileys (which Cai had bought him) instead of taking them like a real man.
Anyway, after that we hit up Vodka Revs which is one of the lounge/clubs in the area. And I think we met up with some Americans in the Air Force, who then proceeded to buy us drinks. It's been a while, so I don't really remember all of the details. But I do remember my wife beater getting ripped in two... and then the bouncer yelled at me for showing too much skin. Which was basically my arms and chest (I was wearing a vest). But it was to commemorate my passage into non-teenage years. So all in all, good time.
But that aside, Cambridge is still pretty fun. They have funny jargon like knackered which means tired. Apparently, the word was commonly used to mean "exhausted after lots of sex" but now it just means tired. Go figure.
Halloween was a lot of fun. We went as the Village People, although almost no one knew who they were. I was the construction worker, and there was also a biker chick, police woman, indian (CPG), cowboy, cowgirl, and gay naval/boat captain. We ended up going to McDonalds to get some "American" food because apparently, no one really dresses up for Halloween in the UK. Instead, people's ideas of Halloween consist of werewolves, zombies and vampires. It makes sense, I guess, but no one really slutted up for Halloween. The Brits were pretty traditional about it.
Back to McDonalds, random guys came up to CPG and told him that they liked his legs. Because all he was wearing were his speedo and loincloth. And some other random dudes wanted the policewoman to "handcuff his friend because he was being a bad boy." Ooooh boy. Afterwards, we went to a friend's room, started drinking and listened to random village people songs. CPG got really into it.... REALLY into it... just recall back to Halloween two years ago. And then he went a little overboard and had to go home. Though, we blame it on this other kid who was sipping shots of Baileys (which Cai had bought him) instead of taking them like a real man.
Anyway, after that we hit up Vodka Revs which is one of the lounge/clubs in the area. And I think we met up with some Americans in the Air Force, who then proceeded to buy us drinks. It's been a while, so I don't really remember all of the details. But I do remember my wife beater getting ripped in two... and then the bouncer yelled at me for showing too much skin. Which was basically my arms and chest (I was wearing a vest). But it was to commemorate my passage into non-teenage years. So all in all, good time.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Rules of Pennying
Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I'll have a more complete update in about 2 days after I finish a big project I've been working on. But I wanted to compile a set of rules for pennying, a classic past time in Britain.
So pennying is all about dropping pennies into another person's drink, meaning they have to finish their drink.
So rule 1) A penny in a glass or drink means you have to down it. Unless it conflicts with another rule.
2) An empty glass that's pennied needs to be filled then downed.
Now, there are a bunch of exceptions that you have to keep in mind, which make the game more interesting.
3) You can't penny a glass that hasn't been sipped at yet. Now, people can be real lame and just not drink from the glass... ever... but peer pressure usually takes care of that one.
4) If a person is double pennied, the second pennier has to drink his or her glass. Now this should NEVER happen since if you're pennied, you better drink it on the spot. But the rule's there.
5) If you are pennied and catch the penny with your teeth after downing the glass, the pennier has to finish his or her glass as well.
6) If you miss when you try to penny someone, you must down your glass.
Those are all of the rules I can think of right now. But when we go to formal every week, everyone brings their own bottle of wine. Fun times. To the PKT guys, you should try it for semi-formal =)
So pennying is all about dropping pennies into another person's drink, meaning they have to finish their drink.
So rule 1) A penny in a glass or drink means you have to down it. Unless it conflicts with another rule.
2) An empty glass that's pennied needs to be filled then downed.
Now, there are a bunch of exceptions that you have to keep in mind, which make the game more interesting.
3) You can't penny a glass that hasn't been sipped at yet. Now, people can be real lame and just not drink from the glass... ever... but peer pressure usually takes care of that one.
4) If a person is double pennied, the second pennier has to drink his or her glass. Now this should NEVER happen since if you're pennied, you better drink it on the spot. But the rule's there.
5) If you are pennied and catch the penny with your teeth after downing the glass, the pennier has to finish his or her glass as well.
6) If you miss when you try to penny someone, you must down your glass.
Those are all of the rules I can think of right now. But when we go to formal every week, everyone brings their own bottle of wine. Fun times. To the PKT guys, you should try it for semi-formal =)
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