mmoa_writes

What would a 67th century space pirate (bear in mind this is a terribly steampunk 67th century) call their beloved ...67th century equivalent to a ship?

I do in fact have actual things (as opposed to mere stuff) to post about, but that was the first thing that came to my head.

This week has been a thoroughly odd one - I lost a series of printed lecture notes with all my beautiful annotations that were basically all that stood between me getting a tutorial done and failing miserably. It's rather surreal because although I'll admit I'm rather careless... not when it comes to math lecture notes! I swear to god, that's just suicide for a Phys/Theoretical Phys student.

I also missed a pretty important meeting where the first year student reps got to meet up and decide what we were all about yadda yadda. Oh, and for some reason during rehearsal for The Sorceror at MUGSS (Gilbert&Sullivan Society), my larynx decided that F# was too much of a challenge for it (although I'd sung a G# in the Choir and Orchestra rehearsal the night before). With less than a dozen sops and a veritable deluge of altos (surprise, surprise), that wasn't particularly helpful.

On the plus side, I went to the Teaching Review meeting yesterday and apparently we did quite well for first-timers (basically you have to tell the lecturers all the things that annoy the crap out of you about their courses... to their faces. Or not, as was the case with us - most people in our year seem to have left any useful feedback for today when we have another four weeks until the next review session...). I was also asked to do a read through for a flat mate's application form and help correct it, which I was quite honoured by, but what really rocks is the fact that I am now a Premier Writer!

*fanfare*

It's only on a website (www.helium.com)  for up and coming writers/pretentious neeks like myself, but it made me rather happy nonetheless, especially considering I've only written three articles for them and they're a tad old-school (odd sentence formation, doesn't quite flow, too many adjectives in all the wrong places and even a few typos, would you believe, mein gott...). It did remind me that I really ought to get a move on and write some more pieces, but that'll have to wait, quite frankly. I'm having too much fun with 'Random Processes' and (more genuinely) 'The Only Two'.

Ye gods but I hate statistical analysis.

I was also invited to a 'What does it mean to be Black in today's society' debate on Wednesday. Of course, although I promised myself I wouldn't get het up/stand up and preach, yours truly did just that. The good news is that I got clapped (a moment, please, whilst I bask in the near everlasting afterglow.... okay, now you can carry on) and a couple of people later said that I'd given them food for thought/changed their minds. The bad news is that every single black student I now meet keeps on giving me wondering looks. Fortunately, due to the inherent hierarchy of every single human social group, I can pretty much wave off anything with an insinuated 'well I would know because I'm actually African'. Sad, but true. Especially considering how I don't actually believe in any of that stuff.

*sighs*

At the moment, I plan on doing some posters for the production of 'Grease' at our Halls, which I've heard I might actually get paid for, and tomorrow - why oh why oh why... - I'm meeting up with Simon and hopefully drinking coffee in central Manchester.

And also trying to meet the cool-German-guy-who-lives-just-down-my-corridor's parents.

Ah, the wonderful life of me...