A Strange World

2005-02-23 at 9:39 p.m.

You know, central London at night is really quite amusing. I've just seen a large group of people standing outside in the drizzle, peering through the windows of a packed-out pub apparently watching the football. Why don't they go home and watch it like normal people? Not that there are very many normal people around - I've just seen an Indian albino, a man carrying sofa cushions and talking about German poetry and a group of Australians discussing horror films and aborigines (best not to ask I think).

In my own, rather boring little world, I have just got back a physics assignment. In which I got 35%, my lowest mark yet. This is made even more delectable by the fact that 34% is a fail, so I have managed to go from near-perfect to worst in the class in a matter of weeks.

I just don't think I have a mathematical mind. Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that I cannot do anything involving multiple-choice questions, whenever I see them my brain just goes "gloop" and I find myself more or less randomly circling answers. This is not, however much people tell you about the 25% chance of being right, a very good idea. I have a strange genius for picking the wrong ones all of the time.

C'est la vie, I suppose. And don't you like my pretentious drop into French? (I'm a former arts student...which is of course much higher-class than science, oh yes).

And now I am going home, to play computer games.

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