Hair was firmly down!

Pent up frustrations over work and uni meant that I got totally trashed at my friend's housewarming party last night. Luckily so did everyone else. Odd coincidence of the night is one of the guy's at the party comes from hometown and we even went to the same school, at the same time (though in different years)! So we spent ages slagging off where we live and all the mad teachers we had in school.

I had a great night and the only problem it took me over FOUR HOURS to get home today. I walked to the train station (extremely large sunglasses firmly in place) only to find my train had been cancelled. So I had to get to Chester via Stockport and all the other random little stations in Cheshire. The train was a bit warm and I was transfixed by two of the most unsuccessful transvesites I had ever seen. You'd think that someone who wanted to dress in women's clothes would have some idea on how to put an outfit together.

Apparently not. As satin blouses, ill-fitting shorts, luminous alice bands and gold fake Chanel quilted handbags were all in evidence. Truly bizarre.

Only mildly less bizarre was the large grown man I was sat on a bench next to at Chester station. He spent the majority of the wait for the train sucking his thumb.

For once I was actually glad to get back to Wales. Kind of.

Life Update

No rest for the wicked and all that. So just a quick post on where I am and what I am up to;

• ASDA is shit. We have a bully on our shift, who thinks he is in charge when our manager is not around. His idea of work is wandering around with a clipboard and trying to intimidate the younger members of staff. This I WILL NOT stand for. I have made several complaints but nothing seems to get done. So I am keeping a close eye on him, if he steps out of line, wrath will be felt. And trust me when I say I reckon I could make a grown man weep when I get riled.
• Thesis now stands at a distinctly underwhelming 6566 words. I am itching to finish this bloody Introduction and get to the good stuff!
• I'm actually going out on Friday night to a housewarming party in Manchester. Woo, socialisation!!
• Oh yeah, and I'm now a blonde. There may be pics, we'll have to see.
  

Five Questions!

I asked Godzilla over at A Man of Numbers for 5 questions, and here they are. Along with the answers, of course.

1. How did you end up doing a thesis involving mummy tissue?

I've always loved studying and learning. Anything really. At school I loved science and maths (yes, I am a geek. And proud!), and I also loved history. But when it came to A-levels I ended up taking biology, chemistry and maths. There was no room for history, though I still dabbled. I did my first degree in Pharmacology and ended up working in the pharmaceutical industry, in an office job in London. This was my attempt to figure out what I wanted from working life, I discovered that this wasn't it!
So I decided to cut my losses and go back to uni, and when I looked at the Master's degrees that Manchester offered, Biomedical and Forensic Egyptology seemed perfect. I could go back to science but do some history as well. So here I am! Word count is currenly 6089 and I finally have all my images, and despite my stress induced whinging I am loving it!!!!

2. What was your best night out ever?

Erm, tough one this. I remember a night I spent with my last boyfriend where we went to the bonfire at Platt Fields Park and watch the fireworks and rode the rides. Before ending up back at home eating pizza in bed. Perfect date in my opinion.
Other than that my eighteen birthday was a riot and is something my friend's and I still laugh about. Mainly due to the drunken antics of my good (and anonymous) friend, she knows who she is.

3. What would your ideal man be like?

I don't have a set 'type' but the old clichés of humour and intelligence are way up that list. I am a strong (some would say bloody) minded young woman and I can be very bossy and do get myself in a right knot when I am upset. So I need someone who can tell me when I am being a fool, but still love me for it!
In the looks department I am a traditionalist. Tall, dark and handsome, baby!!

4. You can only ever play one game again, what would it be?

Toughest one yet!!! I love so many games on so many formats! Though I don't actually own them, I would probably say World of Warcraft or Guild Wars as they are so opened ended that I could never get bored.
Out of my own collection? Probably Fable The Lost Chapters. Kicking those chickens never gets old! But all bets are off when the Wii and the new Zelda game comes out!!

5. What single thing would you change about your life right now?

Is that a pun, Goddy? The single thing? If I can only change one thing it wouldn't be my relationship status, it would be my financial one! Cash is tight and having to work cuts into the time I could be spending on my university work. Being financially secure would also allow me to go travelling and do a PhD without having to whore myself to the retail world.

Thanks for the questions and I hope I have answered them in a satisfactory manner. If anyone wants questions, I'll do my best.

Not What I Pay My License Fee For!

I am seriously running out of time with my research project. I've finally finished all my slides but taking the images takes a long time. Especially as I have found something really interesting on one of my samples which has necessitated extra slides being made, and a trip to the MRI for a second opinion. Interesting to me at least, another post on that tomorrow or next week perhaps).

Anyway, I had the whole of yesterday afternoon booked for image analysis on the intimidatingly expensive microscope. But the BBC were filming Horizon in our lab and I was 'asked' if I could leave for an hour. The crew didn't really seem to care that they were causing havoc in our labs which are primarily for diagnostic cases from MRI. The cameraman introduced himself thus;

"Hi. Luke. Cameraman." Shaking my supervisor's hand and ignoring me completely. This was translated to "Hi. Luke. Professional Tool." By the time it reached my ears.

So I still don't have all my photos, my thesis is due in six weeks and my supervisor is in Zurich next week. Going to be a rush to get it all finished.

Yay, pressure!!

Long Live The King? No thanks!

Is anyone else creeped out by the King in the Burger King adverts.

As I find that smiling plastic visage deeply sinister. The stuff of kid's nightmares. He's got to be evil, no one who smiles like that is a good person.

I always distrust happy people, they have to be hiding something.

Oops! I did it again!

Yes for the second time in a little over a year, I have broken my bed.

And once again I was not doing anything fun!!! I was sat looking at holiday photos on the PC and my mum and L were also sat on the bed. Two minutes later we realised we were a lot lower than we had been. The base had sifted backwards so the legs were at a sort of 45 degree from the floor.

But I still had to sleep on it. And last night as I was drifting off to sleep, the legs at the bottom of the bed gave out completely. The resulting bang woke up most of the house, who assumed (naturally) that I had fallen out of bed and didn't come and help.

I spent the rest of the night attempting to sleep on what is essentially a mattress covered slide!

Pumptrucks, Pallets and Cola Fountains

Women drivers, eh?

Well, my work colleague and I unfortunately lived up to all the cliches while dragging a pallet of tins of Coke back into the warehouse today. Not really looking where we were going, we managed to bash the pallet on the warehouse door.

Except we also bashed several tins of Coke which, well, they exploded for lack of a better word. Sending fountainous sprays of sugary Coke through the air.

We are sooooooooo going to have ants.

Thesis Watch

I think I might finally have broken through that pesky writer's block. I think this might be down to the fact that my practical work (digits crossed) is almost complete. So no more returning home, trying to explain why my hands have brightly coloured splotches on (I have small hands, gloves too big, chemical dyes, you get the picture).

While all I currently have is my Methods & Materials and an incomplete bare-bones draft of my Intro, I finally feel something is being accomplished. About time too!!!!!! Now if I could only remember how to spell Pharoah correctly, I'd be away.

Word count: 4128 (That's 20% of thet minimum word count. Much typing ahead, so glad I invested in a new keyboard!)

Cybermen AND Daleks!!

Mr Davis, you are really spoiling us!

I am more than a little worried that the woman from Eastenders is going to try and stove the Doc's head in with a doorstop in the shape of a dog.

And I don't even watch Eastenders!