Forged by the fire that's burning in my heart - Savior, my destiny, I'm ready to depart

I would have done another dull-graph for the snoreathon that was the lecture this morning, but I feel that the boredom value would be immeasurable throughout. Afterwards I decided to go and get a haircut to prevent my brain from overheating.

I'm always rather nervous about the barber on South Street. He seems rather threatening, and certainly not the kind of person that you want to hold sharp things near your head for too long. The advantage, though, is that he doesn't stick to his price list and just says that "Oh, £4 will do", or however much. As I was sitting there being baldified, I was just thinking that being a barber must be the easiest job ever - well, provided you only do hair like I have mine. Run a shaver over someone's head for five minutes and then charge them for it.

Afterwards I went in to the Union, where I met up with Paul, Mark and the people from Chemistry. Phil and Graeme have a flat, and Greg has got in to New Hall, happily for him, as he can just step off his doorstep and in to his classes.

My laundry's in the dryer just now. Let's hope that the repairs have as much as an effect on them as we all did on the Melville management, if not more.

(no subject)

( A quite interesting meme )

As you can see, there's one word in that that rather surprised me, but the reason becomes clear on a quick scroll down.

The situation of the dryers (bottom left) isn't perfect, but it's satisfactory - they make a good attempt at drying things now.

I didn't get as much done in the CH lab as I had hoped, really, but my group has now had the privilege of being allowed past the Forbidden Door (there's a door on the second floor with large "No access to unauthroised persons" signs on it). I can reveal that what lies behind it is a set of four X-ray diffractors named after the members of the Beatles, only one of which tends to work at any one time.

In the dinner queue, I was stuck behind both Incredibly Loud American (Female) and Ludicrously Loud American (Male). The latter is apparently standing for position of Senior Student, and kept repeating "Vote AG, help me to help you" all the way up the queue like a broken record. Add this to the fact that I was already tired, and that the female version was wrapped around her boyfriend the whole way up... and I know that I've been accused of a similar thing as well, but that's not the point. Er... moving on.

I'm absolutely exhausted again and I think it would probably be better for me not staring at a screen, so I'll stop typing this, put on WinAmp and fill in the music field with the first half-decent song it comes up with, decide on lyrics to include from it as the title of the entry, and then go and read something for a while.

...As you can see, it didn't quite go according to plan.

[Added at 19:04 - Moron #5 blocked, though no screenshot this time. Where do these people come from?]