Well, lots has been happening, and I've ended up not having the chance to blog it. So now I am, in roughly reverse order.
Today, I finished enough cans of Diet Pepsi to finish my 7-tier can tower, pictured below.
I am very proud, and very, very sad. But not quite as awesome and sad as the dude who is half-way through a 13-tier tower, also shown.
I got 81% on the Maths paper I got back today. I was hoping for more. Once again, lack of concentration was my downfall. That, and general ignorance. I frustrate myself immensely. I've done nowhere near as much work over the past few days as I should have, and wish I could make myself work harder.
I need to visit Krispy Kreme tomorrow, as otherwise the voucher I have for 24-for-the-price-of-12 will expire. And I don't want that to happen.
I also discovered today that my website (at the time of query) was #1 on a Google search for lectures finished. Someone has even arrived at my site from that query (which was how I discovered it). I'm so proud. I'm also getting numerous referrals per day looking for information on 'too much pepsi' and similar.
Monday, nothing much happened. I got up very late, having been up until 3:30.
Sunday night, I went out to Port Meadow to help Hannah with her art project. There was a tiny foal with its mother when we were on our way into the meadow, but I couldn't photograph it without a flash, and flash photography would have risked spooking the horses. Three wooden frames in the shapes of mounds were set on fire, in the dark. I took 220 photos; before, during, and after. Hannah videod. I got some aweesome pictures. Got back at 1 - 1:30ish; had cake in the Bev9 kitchen, came back home and posted all the photos on Facebook, and got to bed at about 3:30.
Construction of the mounds:
The mounds aren't lit:
The mounds are lit:
Playing with fire:
The third mound collapses (I missed the first two, but got lucky third time):
The fires burn down:
Earlier on in the day, I got frustrated because Bev9/10 were all nagging me to get rid of my cooking equipment. Hence my being there to tag along to Port Meadow.
Saturday night I went out for Allan's and Chris's birthdays. We went to a very nice French restaurant on Little Clarendon Street; our chef was named Pascal, and the steak was cooked fantastically. We then went to see The Da Vinci Code, which was highly entertaining. Unfortunately the very emotional ending with sweeping music was a little difficult to get wrapped up in, as I was desperate for the loo. I had a large bucket of Diet Pepsi and had misjudged the length of the film. D'oh!
On getting back, it was decided that cake-eating was not going to occur. Some cream buns were had as I moved them between Bev9 kitchen and Bev1 fridge, though.
Saturday afternoon I spent 5 hours cooking. Two cakes (which ended up not being eaten in their intended fashions), and supposed Choux buns (for which the recipe failed miserably, so I ended up having to use far too much flour, and having rather unleavened cream buns. Most of the cream went on top of the chocolate, rather than in the middle.).
Friday I can't remember what happened, so it can't have been that interesting.
Thursday I went skating. Someone was having his first lesson, and went as far in about an hour as I did in 2 months on my own. I want lessons :-(. I think someone called me a woman AGAIN, too.
Wednesday I can't remember anything interesting, either.