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from Vinni Puh, the Russian Winnie the Pooh. :D
So cute, my heart bursts when I watch it! <3
Three best friends and three Boris Bikes and one Hyde Park and one city.
So happy today. I also trekked to Waterstones on my way home and brought a mass of books, which I’m ecstatic about, and all my V-Day cards (yes, many! - I love a lot of people!).
The last 28 hours have been very near idyllic (were it not for the stinking cold, trapped nerve in my neck and the small teeny detail)
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Am I really this obvious? I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. I always said I was an open book.
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Me and the birthday girl last night before we went out. I’d just like to point out that a) I look weird-bodied because my tights come up so damn high like above my waist so that line across my abdomen is where the tights suffocated me and b) Me and Linda are clearly the hottest PhD students in the existence of the world, or chemistry world at least :)
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“Just like a murderer jumps out of nowhere in an alley, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once…”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita.
The last two days were a big education. I had my first panel meeting on Friday - it was obviously supposed to be before christmas, and then suddenly it was then, and I spent so long preparing for it. Oh my goodness it was brain pain. And Dr G thought I was okay. Mike told him I would be. And he told me even though I wasn’t supposed to know. And it was what it was; not a disaster, and not amazeballs, but good. Igor, my panel chair, told me he was happy with my progress and my knowledge and position was “above average”. My eyes kind of popped out of my head when he said that, and Steve laughed at me. They all commended me for my composure, and not panicking, and thinking about what I wanted to say and for trying to say the right things. It wasn’t as scary as my MSci viva, but it was scary. And I kind of survived unscathed so, I guess that’s that. In the same week, Pep from our lab had his final viva to defend his PhD thesis. This was big, because he’s kind of always been around, and he’s taught us since we were chemistry babies, so it was good to see him get it and get happy. Dr Josep Cornella, PhD. He’s spanish, got the accent, and these amazing eyes, we used to joke that it was okay til you looked in his eyes. That was the end haha! He really was a dog though, let me tell you!
I got two of the sluttiest dresses in my wardrobe’s existence from ASOS this week. Its the biggest thing to happen to my wardrobe since I brought that first bandage skirt from H&M that time in third year. These dresses are patterned, short, tight, backless, halterneck. Its Linda’s birthday night out this Friday. And I want to do this night out justice as its my first in London since I started this PhD. Someone just told me their new philosophy in life was “If the grass looks greener on the other side, water your own grass.” So I’m doing just that!
It was orthodox new year today. Dr G has been teaching me a bit about ukranian and russian traditions; he’s a child of the soviet, so its quite cool to learn about a totally different culture, one that’s not any form of non-white ethnic, if you get me. He’s introducing me to Russian literature and has challenged me to get through Anna Karenina, and also the book I quoted at the top. But apparently everything gets lost in translation so I’m never going to get it, but we shall see.
I’m seeing Louise this week to go watch a free movie in Wimbledon, which is very exciting! I really need to hit ten reactions this week, which is very hard. I fixed my TV cables myself - my wonderful father came through with the co-axial clips and so I made up the wire myself, and I have my brilliant big sofa back! My laptop is finally being fixed THANK GAAAAAADDDD. I’ve also spent 3 days eating my own weight in carbohydrates, massively, and now I’ve passed my first panel and they’re not kicking me out, I can buy my desktop for my desk at work, and I can join the gym! Let’s lose that muffin top! (Without quitting pasta…)
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Some things I think about can only go here. Not twitter or facebook. Only here. Today, I hate hate HATE with an extreme passion a few things:
1) I hate people that are selfish. I really really despise them, hugely.
2) I hate the government for what they’re doing to science, and academia. People who work their asses off to get results, to get a name for themselves and their group, who do so much amazing stuff for the department and in terms of educating students and making them feel like science is worth it, and you can do it, and its not out of your reach. These people today got sent papers via email turfing them out on their ears. Its hit me in particular today, and no-one was expecting it, and it could not have come at a worse time.
3) I’m angry at Mike Watkinson.
4) I’m angry at Procter and Gamble.
5) I’m angry at people who don’t want to fight.
6) and finally, I’m angry at myself. I need to be selfish and accept it.
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“It’s in their eyes, it’s unspoken; don’t even know they’re out to do you harm. Can’t even see the pulse beating in the axle of your arm…”
I’ve posted this song before but its been in my head today. I’ve had a weird day; just weird. It’s really a weird feeling, knowing what you’ve gotten yourself into and then not really feeling like you’ve understood it, and thinking that maybe if you had the chance you’d go back and stop yourself maybe? I don’t know. I don’t like feeling like I’m not right. Or I’m not enough for this. Its bigger than me!
Climbing a mountain for sure.
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I just came to a horrific amazing realisation whilst watching The Devil Wears Prada. I am Andie, and Steve is Miranda Priestley. I might not work at the chemistry equivalent of Vogue (or Runway, whatever - that would be MIT, or Harvard, or Scripps Institute, or even maybe Oxford) but its the same story - I came into this world not belonging or even thinking that it would matter but suddenly its my world. And that’s my boss; or one of them, just the one that happens to always be around. I need to re-watch and take notes.
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Because food is my boyfriend, its pretty much all I talk about, all I see and all I love. Yesterday I went to the food market at Marks and Spencer and spent 6 pounds on a box of freshly made on the spot Porcini Mushroom ravioli, and brought a jar of fresh made pesto for 4 pounds. I then cooked this, made a sauce of sorts with the pesto and a side salad, and devoured the whole lot. I probably eat more than someone eating for 3, but at least its kind of healthy?! I always wanted to buy the fresh pasta, tastes so much better than the boil-ready stuff. Only on special occasions though.
I also went and brought some underwear I’d ordered online in the sale; in typical fashion I had a skinny, off-the-boat indian man serving me, and of course he has to go through the order to check I have everything, and he was nice and loud about it too; “… aaaaaaand the matching bottom, pink lace, size 8, yeeessss?” If I could have gone red I definitely would have.
I really am the asian Bridget Jones, aren’t I? Except, you know, not so nineties, and not nearly as many options haha :) am currently sitting in my PJ’s, waiting for my butternut squash and sweet potato to roast, getting far too into the football for my own good. I impressed a group of boys on Thursday with my knowledge ad understanding of football terminology and offside rule to boot. Always knew there was an advantage to being a daddy’s girl/tomboy. Still haven’t braved the hardware store yet though! Need those co-axial clips, dammit.
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