Just Hand Me a Locust

2004-10-21 at 9:17 p.m.

I have some rather good news. I got 87.5% in my practical for physics - which is pretty cool, so I'm happy now. Sadly I suspect I will not be getting such a good mark for my theory assignment, as I guessed at the multiple-choice questions, but its out of my hands now.

I've discovered I have a hitherto undiscovered talent for making biological drawings. On Tuesday we were given pickled locusts, snails and earthworms (also a mushroom, a fern and a leaf) and told to draw them, and my locust came out very well. Turns out that, although I am truly dreadful at art, I'm the one to ask for biology drawings - maybe precisely because I am very bad at art. I can't do shadings and lightings and that sort of thing, but just plain detail is easy enough. So I'm happy about that as well.

I also have a book on order at the bookshop which will be in by next Tuesday so thats another thing to look forward to, and the biology theory assignment due in on Tuesday is very easy. For some reason everyone in biology knows my name now...which is odd as I've only given it to about two people, but the assistant lecturer guy came over and asked me for it too...maybe I look peculiar. Well actually divinity folk all tend to look peculiar so that could be it.

Must send in my UCAS form sometime soon. I'm going to be working on that shortly I think, I hate writing those personal statements and hopefully I'll get an interview in any case as I already have the qualifications they want.

So, thats really it, things are going good, and I'm a happy bunny. And on that note, here is an amusing political song someone forwarded to me:

To be sung (even in your head) to the tune of Let It Be

When the labour party's hitting trouble
And they're all attacking me
I ask my self the question, is it me?
And in my hour of darkness
When my chancellor's trying to shaft me
I think of my hero, Maggie T.
Is it me, Maggie T, is it me, is it me?
You should know the answers, Maggie T.

When the broken hearted people
See my lies come back at me
I turn to my best buddy, Dubyah B.
We thought we had the perfect excuse
But there are no Double-U Em Dee
This could be my downfall, woe is me!
Woe is me, Dubyah B, woe is me, woe is me.
This could have been my Falklands, Maggie T.

And Campbell cannot save me this time
He's no longer there for me
I yearn for his strong arms, holding me.
Miles of empty desert comes back daily
The grains of sand are mocking me
There must be an answer, to save me
Ali C, come on please, help save me, can't you see?
I need you more than ever, Ali C.

And when I wake up with the nightmares
There is blood of thousands over me
Haunted by a ghost, Peter Bigley.
I wake up every bloody morning
Lying next to her - Cherie
Her skull-like face is awful, god, Cherie.
Is it Bigley, in the bed, next to me, is it he?
Save me from this nightmare, set me free.


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