Library?

So today was my physics exam...it was thankfully my only exam...however doesn't mean I was as prepared as I should have been.
My endeavours to revise have been admittedly.....half-hearted.
The week began with the thought of serious studying/revising in Chelmsford Library.

yeah, that's when the joke begin. As anyone who lives in Chelmsford (or goes to school there) knows...the library is the general place to be during exam times.... (atleast for those of us ahem...'cool' enough).

So my week was like this:

Monday:         PLAN: Spend all afternoon revising

                      REALITY: chatting with friends over a Costa (I didn't even have to pay...thank you Gopika)

Tuesday:         PLAN: spend period two and three and lunch in library...everyone else is in school right?

                      REALITY: oh looky here, one of my friends who is taking the day to revise....general chatting after weak attempts of silence.

Wednesday:    PLAN: A WHOLE DAY revising in Library....hide in a corner   
             REALITY: found a couple of fellow physicists.....downwards spiral into getting high on Jelly Tots...'they get you high, but then comes the downer' as she eloquently put.

Thursday         PLAN: morning revision. EXAM TODAY.

                       REALITY: wow, actual revision occuring....must be the panic setting in.

I think it was ok.....wasn't as bad as this legendary biology exam....glad to report that no seals were in my paper...but i didn't finish in time...so sad times, but hey, we can always retake? General dossing may now resume. Half Term cannot come sooner....

Also when I came home, my grandparents were around. I love my grandparents, they're the best....but they did something kind of weird....Just before they left, my grandmother pulled me aside and gave me this issue of her indian magazine/newsletter she gets sent from india called ....the topic was marriage and weddings/advice for brides-to-be ....since I'm only 17, should I be worried?

On a brighter tone...I just checked my email to find I have another offer! good times, even if it is for my last choice....take that Cambridge...someone does want me.

Blue Paint FAIL

I finally moved onto a new art piece today.

I went up to the art rooms second lesson to wash my canvas....this really nice blue [such technical art terms] . I wore a painting shirt in the effort to keep my nice, clean white top [maybe not the best outfit choice in retrospect] from harm. After a couple of minutes, I got frustated with the overall and took it off, thinking that I wouldn't need it jsut to finish of the edges.

I was late to my next lesson so I rushed off to Maths and sat down to find a blue stain in the middle of my top. FAIL. I ran to the nearest toilet to use a sink to try and wet it slightly in the hope of removing the stain. no luck of course....as people know, acrylic is one of the worst things to get onto clothes....complicated to remove and may be permanent. As it dried throughout my lesson, I was able to pick bits off....its pretty much clear now, a good wash should do the trick.

I went back at the beginning of lunch just to check the paint was dry...it was, so I moved it onto my easel. I was then told the art rooms would be shut so I started packing up. I was about to put my coat on when I noticed a huge blue paint mark on my cardigan. no, not a mark...more like I had intentially taken a roller or large paintbrush and swept it along the right side of my cardigan. FAIL STRIKE 2. could this get more frustating. As this was/is my favourite cardigan, I was devestated, rushing to the sink and scrubbing on it. I then spent the whole lunch wetting my cardigan and scratching off all the paint on it, while my friends [who looked at me as if I was some crazy child] suggested the possibility of dyeing my cardigan if worst came to worst.

In the afternoon I went back up to the art rooms to actually start the painting, approaching the canvas very cautiously. I looked at the pristine blue coverage over the canvas and sighed. I will never be able to look/touch blue acrylic again [that is, after this piece is finished].

A family that Fails together, Stays together

Yes, well this all comes down to a very stupid moment....

Finding myself wanting a glass of orange juice, I reach into the fridge to find I have to open a new carton. No biggy right? Wrong. I spent a couple of minutes trying to twist the cap of the carton with all of my strength whilst both my mother and brother watched in pure amusement. I couldn't open it. FAIL...yes...

My brother, trying to act tough, snatches the carton away from me and looks at me with pure condescension and smugly makes his attempt. No result. He tryed again and again resulting in a face of pure agony as he struggled with this carton. FAIL. now who's laughing?

My mother who now looked on in pity, took the carton 'you both are weaklings' she said as she took the carton. She made her attempt and guess what? Nothing....does the word 'fail' even need to be repeated? 
Ohh this Tropicana carton waas sent to mock us.
My brother now frustated and angry got a knife out and started hacking at this cap. Frightened yet intrigued by his attempts I looked to see if anything would happen. Nothing. apparently the plastic was not going to surrender to the knife. Turns out the cap which is meant to be precut for an easy open had not been cut.

In the end, we used the knife to slice open the top edge of the carton.

[if you're wondering...my dad was sleeping on the sofa the whole time and only woke up right at the end to mock us.]

Einstein got PWNED!

So life...hmmm....well...it's pretty uneventful really...nothing interesting happens anymore....until today that is... [well that depends on your defintion of interesting] ...

I spent some time in the recording studio at school, recording a piece a group I'm in is performing soon, ... it's really weird to here yourself back....I mean, I know you sound different to what you think, but in a studio, you can really here HOW different....not that I sucked [well hopefully not] ...but all in all it was useful and we had a good time doing it.
We were greatly amused when we were asked to introduce our piece before we sang and all began to laugh at the memory of a friend saying 'pie jesu' exactly as it is spelt [pie je-su] as of course we all know that's not how you say it [right?]...Anyway....


...And in relevance to the title of this post,.... one of the highlights of my day was this joke.... [yes this is what my life standards have succumb to] ....rather than revising for my physics exam in my physics lesson....we were all distracted by a select few who shared their 'science jokes'... [yes... it's as sad as it sound] .
This particular 'joke' will probably only be understood by the physicists among you, though anyone's free to read this... [continue at your own risk] :


All the scientists throughout the ages gathered in one place. They decided to play hide and seek. Einstein was counting....he shut his eyes and started counting to 100.
All the scientists hid except for Newton who drew a large square on the ground infront of Einstein and stood inside this square.
When Einstein reached 100, he opened his eyes and saw Newton infront of him.
'Newton I see you, therefore you are out' Einstein said
'But I am not Newton' Newton said. Einstein was confused.
'Then who are you?' Einstein proceeded to ask
'Well, I am Newton' Newton began 'but see, I am standing in a metre squared' he said smugly, pointing to the square around him 'I am a Newton per metre squared, therefore I am Pascal...so Pascal is out'.


get it? yeah....we laughed for a bit on that one....kinda pathetic I realise...but hey...it cheered the class up...we almost forgot about those exams.

[ps. if not, Pascal is a unit of pressure named after a scientist called...(can you guess?)....Pascal [the shock] which is measured in force (also known as a Newton) per metre squared]

[ps.2. ....
....and poor Einstein....he was totally outsmarted by Newton...(well the guy did discover gravity)..but what about Pascal? he was probably hiding in a really clever place thinking to himself he'll never be caught and be the last one in the game...sad times]

CBA

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY

Like it couldn't have come sooner....even though I only went to school for three days this week, it seemed agonisngly long....maybe thats just what revising and allnighters do to you.

And as for motivation, still very low, .... if SAD is a condition so is CBA. I'm sure you've all had that feeling where you can't be asked to do anything and would much prefer just to laze about or sleep.

So Let us say hello to the weekend and the hours of sleep I can catch up on.

[picture: I saw this picture and it made me feel happy.]

In or Out?

So, I had an interview today....great stuff those...nothing like an interrogation about your life. I also had to bring a portfolio and any fellow artists (or creative people) know how long it takes to put one of these together....you spend hours deciding which pieces to put in. My interviewer just flicked through my stuff casually, barely glancing at each thing for more than two seconds...it was least to say, very frustating. 
The guide also said we'd find out straight away if we got it or not....my interviewer...he... was very vague....he didn't say no...but he didn't say yes...so what does that mean? In or out? now I have to wait for a UCAS email....obsessive email checking for the next two weeks or so? ....good times.

Shouldn't you be Revising?

Yes...yes I should be. But hey, why revise when you can blog?

To be honest, I have no motivation whatsoever to revise at this particular moment in time so I've decided to  restart this blog from scratch since it'a a new year....

2010 has come...one week in and its already been one unpredictable ride.

There's all this snow that has thankfully meant I have only been in for two days of school. [Thank you global warming]. On the other hand....I'm an epic fail when it comes to walking on ice....so come Monday, if it hasn't all melted away, I foresee a lot of tripping

Then there's the very sad news that I didn't get into a uni I really wanted....It was a very dark day when I found out, but I've gotten over it and am sure that someone up there has destined me for something greater and better.

Also A levels....are they meant to be so stressful? honestly everything comes all at once....all those deadlines and ever subject thinks they are most important.

Of course my impending Physics exam should take priority but I find myself trying to catch up on all the art coursewrok I've been avoiding [never been one for doing work early]....must have a whole stetchbook and a three thousand word [urgh] essay in for Tuesday....hmmm....three days with no sleep? probably

On the brighter side of life... I got a merit in my Grade 5 violin exam...this cheered me up greatly....