A goust…

A ghost, I feel like a ghost…

here but not here, people see me, recognise I’m there and then there eyes glaze over.

Subconsciously they’ve decided to categorise me under the things that you avoid walking into… remembering that something is there but not exactly come to think about sure what it is.

Hmmm… I know it’s just exam fever exploiting my already fragile feelings about myself… and everyone has other things on there minds, like exams, but hey I’m self centered narcissist damn it!

Man the human condition is way to selfcentered when over thought, which is something I am liable to do on a daliey basis

al well…

Revision and Danceing…

Whats happened in my world? well nothing really… Just revision

I sit at a computer in the computer suite drowned by the smell of coffee and surrounded by an Island of news papers.
It some what resembles my room.
The idles eyes of mine gaze over the black and white photo of real life, torn at the edges…

H sits oposite muching on a ludicrous sandwich wrapped in foil this morning and I piss away my money on gressy chicken tika bakes, should have made a ’healthy’ sty like I been doing sporadically all week.

Went on a night out with confidant the other week, went to a pretty sweet Weatherspoons in town (all art deco and faded glory). Found out amounst other things that there were over 1000 of the damn things. As much as I like a cheap drink this kinda monopolisation is ridiculous, I Blame the damn space ninger pirates…

Went to snobs for the first time in ages,

{it’s a night club, it was a dirty indie rock place with v. cheap prices, then new management and well the prices are I spose reasonable and the music less alternative…}

and the biggest chage there seemed to be was…

THE SMELL

omg girlfriends you just wouldn’t beleive it, it smelt of fresh laudary and stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay so that may be an exagiration but Confidont agreed with me.
Then someelse who obviouly thought this was a little odd decide to do something about it,
i.e. spray beer all over the place and I just happend write next to him – that’s when my teashirt was grafted to my back.

“Ahhhh” I thought ”the good times where back” that’s when the night really started rocking as the guy was bundled out the club to the tune of the Arctic Monkeys

 

till next time emigoes, adios….

The view from the eye of the storm…

There is peace for now…

but it wont last…
and it wasn’t like this before…

in fact…

 IT’S THE EYE OF THE STORRRRRMMMMMMM!!!!!

 ”ARARRGAGGGGGGGGGGFGGHHHHHHHHH!!!”
go the little dogs and children, they know this is the place where you really should be pissing yourself.

But cos I’m not that clever I’m relaxing, playing chess, listening to music and writing (well writing this).

Prelude

The space ship has been designed. Yay!    
(no more work)
And so the design has been submitted.  Shit! : (   
(there were so many problems, working in big groups makes me realise how I hate people (see dependency) so yeah I finished my stuff on Monday but had to sort out another piece of crap each day after, twenty two pages had to have references and the labels added to figures and tables….
So it wasn’t really edited which makes me worry, I mean frankly I’m dyslexic, who the fuck know what I wrote…)

Epiloge

Exams

Bugger….

Dependency…

I watch the world go by from my computer, waiting for people to tell what they want, what they need, and where it is…

“What is the temperature here”
“We need this to be this temperature instead”
“Oh I’ve just had to change the position a shape of the craft… again”

These people are bastards, I think to myself, and wish to say that they “should really try and meet deadlines….” but instead I just grimace and stare at the world, as they float by in total ignorance of what they’ve done…
It’s way to easy to get disillusioned with the world thermo engineering, even on our small scale.
Over the horizon I see my dead line… write up every thing and compute everything by….

Wow the horizon is close, I think I’ll just watch it for a while….

Crazy Thermal Space Ship Stuff…

Did you know that the mars express mission (the one with beagle and the rover) had a very special CCD (digital camera) on it?
Well it did, in fact it so damn special it needs to be cooled down to -180 degrees C, and as we’re using it for our spacecraft specification, that means I have to cool it down to -180 degrees C.

This you may naively think, should be easy as space has a working temperature of about 3K.

But all the other equipment in the space craft has to be kept at -20 to +20 degrees C….

I.e. the internal temperature of the space craft has to be kept at room temp….

So I’ve been  up with some radiator designs to keep it cool, essentially thermally coupling it to a piece of metal protruding out into space…

At the moment it’s about 10 meters squared, the POWER cells ain’t 10 meters squared… This makes me unhappy  may need to invest in some heat pipe technology as well…

 So anyway I’m going to emerse my sorry ass in ex-cell spread sheets…

Bread is glorious…

Bread is amazing.

That’s something I have to say.

My project report (see previous posts) kinda took over my life and made me work into the early early hours. But I still had to get up for some ridiculously early starts.

Thus the structure of my mornings was formed; I would get up, dress (if I’d stupidly undressed), walk out the door, come back 2-3 hours later have a shower and some lunch.

But where does one fit breakfast in to this?

Bread is the answer me random erstwhile friends. Pick up a few slices on the way out! It also works in reverse, when you get back at the end of the day ~ 0-2 am ~ and you can’t be ass-ed to cook/ can’t afford a Chinese, just pick up some bread!

But make shore you have some decent bread. Whole meal is best, seeds and stuff in it, splash out on something fancy and think of the money your still saving from not eating properly! : D

And that’s why I haven’t been bloging like I should

procrastinal musings…

It’s wired you know, the stagnentation of the day…

A weekend that starts off with hope and vigour ends in being coffee and football, interspersed with chocolate brownies.

Procrastination is something I think Physics students specialise in, we don’t do lots of essay’s and deadline stuff. We sleep and save up our energy for a big exam rush…

No point learning it all until then…. so dead lines come as big shocks and we’re all poll-axed by the idea of getting some time in by 4pm or deductions start…

Afterwards though there’s tales of heroic working till 6am and then getting up 2 hours latter to start working again…. then we go to pub and congratulate ourselves and pro-plus. Even though the work we handed in was completed by a braindead idiot who couldn’t get his ass in gear. ‘Yay us!’

Other subjects get a bit of this but not everybloddy  student…

Project ‘n’ Stuff…

Why is my degree better than yours?

 I get to write stuff like ‘Super Fricken Massive Mother Loving Black Holes Yeeeeaaaaaaah’ in marked work a bit like essays but, actually about more real things then may what appear in essays

I kid I kid my honchos, my amigos, my.. my… well probably uninterested passers by. Other subjects and essays are interesting but the point is made. You can’t use Super Massive Black Holes with a straight face if you don’t do physics. The only other people who could get away with it have to be those doing something retarded like media studies… But hey not even there markers read their work sooooooo whoooooooo cares?

Anyway yes we don’t do essays, no no no… we go and use a £200000 camera strapped on to the back of an even more expensive telescope and (well my group) look at M77… other wise known as NGC 1068.

Which is an awesome galaxy with a SUPER MASSIVE thing in the centre causing everything else around it to move really really fast. You can tell from the emission lines, which are spread out as well as being red-shifted. (look it up baby, it’s that damn good).

We then do some calculations and then write about in a report… no fluff just information, equations and reason, and come to the conclusion that there is a super massive black hole in the centre making everything wiz around it.

But still I can’t seem to force myself to write the damn thing . I’m really unsure of myself when it comes to any written project, and 5000 words is just mammoth. I just don’t know whether I’m doing the right thing? – should I be writing about this or not?, should I leave this out? – is this right? – where can I find a reference?

 These questions just overwhelm me and I find it hard to start or do anything, yeah dyslexia and all it’s hang ups suck sometimes : (…