Ok, probably going to write some awful crap here, but don't care too much as have had quite a bit of wine and need to do something before I go to bed.  So I apologise if any words are slurred, but then again I'm so obsessively neat I'll probably go back and tidy them.

Think I've finally reached the point in my academic life where not revising becomes an issue.  Or, more specifically, my revision method becomes an issue.  Fair enough, Karen has quoted me as having a "super power" - near photographic memory, but sooner or later you get to courses where that doesn't really just let you sail on by.  Fair enough, it's worked all the way up to half my second year, but it's beginning to fail me now.  Or is it?

I'm basing this mainly on todays nuclear exam, but I think the reason I couldn't really just remember it is because the course is so bloody boring!  Honestly, I just can't concentrate on it.  Everything else I'm fine, but this one?  Oh, no!  And Stats didn't go so well because I was systemattically overcomplicating every single question.  Do you know what I mean?  You look at a question and you think of this highly complicated rubbish that you need to slove the equation, when all it is is a simple case of a + x.  And I pretty much knew I was doing it, too, but I just couldn't see how.  The example questions were so piffling easy and supposedly were much harder than our exam questions that there was no way that the answer could be as hard as I was making it.

But there you go: I'm an overcomplicating queen!!!

But it's not something you can easily stop doing - it requires you to completely reset your head thinking and, driunk though I am, I don't think there's any reasonable way to do that.  Because sometimes you need the complicated answer!

Only about a week and a half left of Uni now.  It's gone by so quick!  Bloody hell, there's only two years left.  Halfway through - eek!  Maybe I should start thinking what the hell I'm going to do with my fancy pancy degree once I've got it.  I could do a PHD I suppose (I quite like the thought of being called Dr Dare - loike some sort of corny James Bond Villain), but that's more of a precursor to having an actual job.  Because, let's be honest, what kind of job will a wacko like me be actually happy in?

Alison reckons I should be a party planner, but what a waste of my degree!  I don't think I want to be a Professor - have to teach people and do research - boring!  Well, maybe - I haven't been on my research year yet!

Hmmm.... don't think I should have had that second glass.  Bother me for being such a light weight.  But then I haven't had that much to eat before hand and my pizza was rather pittiful!

Oh, Pirates of the Caribbean - I am, apparently, the guy with the guy that has a wooden eye (who is Verity!?!  She got demoted from being Captain Jack, who i never thought she was cool enough to be - let's face it, who is?).  Great.  I'm also Luna in Harry Potter, Pheobe in friends, River in Firefly and other slightly mad people in other films.  If I was an animal, they also think I'd be a chicken because I, and I quote, "sometimes run around like a headless one..... but we still love you!"  Humph.  But can't complain, really - Verity is a dung beetle!

Well, now going to eat a Poptart (I love th persob who invented these - genius!)  and watch Stargate, as I am want to do.  Altohugh I haven't done any maths/quantum, I have finished all my radiation notes, so that's one less thing to worry about - woo!

Hannah

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