Why I Don't Like Kayaking

Scientology

It is a little known fact that I have a fanciful interest in the wierd and wonderful alien craziness that is the Church of Scientology... and by an interest, I mean I would like to see it stopped.
This is why. It scares the life out of me to think this is even going on in the world!

In slightly happier news, my last exam is tomorrow! horray!

Man Talk

I'm going to make 'Man Talk' a weekly thing, so if you are male and you want to talk about things, write a comment and I will 'do some research' (ask my boyfriend).

Today, my boyfriend on Ikea:

"But, you see thats where you are wrong, you see Ikea as some sort of treat. But, to be honest, it boils down to this; I'm standing there whilst you are deciding about what lamp goes in what room and I'm there thinking that as long as its a lamp and it lights up I don't really care if its post-modern or too homey, and its so dry and I forgot to have a drink before we entered so I'm dehydrated and tired because we had to get up at six in the morning to 'avoid the morning rush' which we didn't because the drive up here was awful and trying to park in that effing car park was a mission in itself, and all I want to do is go home and play GTA 4 until the small hours. The amazing thing is, whilst i've thought about all of this, you still haven't decided which lamp you want, and its been fifteen minutes already. YES, that Billy bookcase would look good in the living room, so help me god let one of those Annikka wardrobes fall on me because all of this is wasting valuable time separating me from my playstation..."

As a side note, I have a sneaking suspicion this sort of table would make you boys come running...

(If any of you are regular readers, you might want to know that exam was a new level of horrendous. Will spend whole summer pouring over chemistry books whilst the tanned, intelligent masses barbecue, shop and drink and generally enjoy themselves...)

Fuck

Shitting bollocks fuck fuck, I have an exam tomorrow.

Guess The Obscure Refrence

Todays' obscure refrence comes from Family Guy:

"Oh no"
"Oh no!"
"OH NO!!"

*crash*

"OH YYYEAH!"

Fairly easy to start us off! Guess to win... my respect!

Tom Cruise is no longer sexy

Todays evidence that Tom Cruise is a blueberry short of a pie...






Crazy jumping around on Oprah, crazy scientology rant, more crazy scientology rants, crazy auditioning for a crazy girlfriend, just crazy, crazy crazy!

Its so sad because once upon a time, before we found out he most probably bats for the other team, dear Tommy used to be hot.

Ping!

Une Monde Sans Comic Sans - coming to a comment box near YOU! Yes, whenever the arguments are raging, scandal is looming and fan-boys are aguing, you could be seeing this blog inappropriately inserted into the comment thread.

Do me a favour - the next website you are on, put http://unemondesanscomicsans.blogspot.com/ after your comment.

LOVE YOU xXx

The Noyes-Whitney Equation

... is dm/dt = k A (Co - C)

Yes, boys and girls its that time again, the shittiest time of the year. The sun may be shining, everyone is outside living, but its ten thirty in the morning and you are reading some boring nonsense about something you don't care about. The glowing feeling of an increasing intellect pales (quite literally, I look like i've crawled from under a rock) into comparison when seemingly the rest of the world is outdoors, enoying themselves and getting a tan. Bastards.

I'm not the best at revision, but I have my moments. Most of the time however, I am devising ingenious schemes to keep my mind mulling over anything else except what I should be doing. I started this blog, for instance. I have made foolish purchases on ebay. I have watched Beetlejuice three times. However, I have not done much work.

I am aware that I have started revising far too late to pass this year. I mean, I only need to get 40%, but its a hard 40%. And considering I went to less than 30% of the lectures... well, you get the picture. After slavishly travelling round london, begging various friends to take pity on the poor, skiving loser, I gained a full set of lecture notes with roughly a week left to revise. I hope it can be done, i'd rather not have to retake, but after failing to get into dental school (twice! bitter, much!) I have a rather gloomy outlook on all things examinable.

To my shock, have realised a couple of things:
> am actually interested in lecture material
> actually want to do more work than necessary
> might even use a couple of hours each day from my 'busy' summer schedule (drinking heavily) to persue the act of knowledge
> am terrified that this interest in my work means that adulthood has finally caught up with me
> actually glad that i did this stupid degree

And by the by (just to show off what i've learnt today)
1) electrolytes are substances that dissociate into ions in solutions and acquire the capacity to conduct electricity
2) addition of a hydroxyl group to a benzene ring means that it is more soluble, this increasing it's rate of absorption into the gut
3) paracellular diffusion occurs through the aqueous pathway, whereas transcellular diffusion occurs through cells

(and if you can guess my degree course from that, you get a prize)

Barbie

My little sister has just decided to sell all her barbie dolls so she can save money. It's a sad time; not only will I have to accept that she is growing up, I also have to come to terms with the fact that she is better with money than me. Seven years my junior and a larger disposable income than most students.
It reminded me of the time when we went into the city, about three or so years ago now. She had all her birthday money, and money she had saved from christmas, which amounted to about eighty pounds. The purpose? Simply to see if she could, if pushed spend.
After much agonised deliberation, visiting several toyshops, Next and TammyGirl (NB: little girl heaven) she left with a lollipop.
I don't think I have ever even owned eighty pounds 'just to spend'; and even the idea of spending it sends my mind into overdrive - all the things i could buy! Clothes, shoes, books, make-up, stationary...
This may explain why I am very much in debt. However, I feel slightly happy that although my sister is a gold star saver, she is a rubbish spender, whereas I have a boundless imagination, and my propensity for purchasing knows no bounds. At least, it helps me get to sleep at night.
Now all I have to do is find a millionaire to help part with his cash...

As a footnote, if i did have lots of money, I would most definately buy myself these barbies. Educational and fully poseable!

Ugh, my degree!

Until today, I had no idea that you could insert tablets up the bum. Aparantly, it increases their short-term absorption! YEAY!

A Lobstrosity from Q.I

Something Quite Interesting from the Herald:

A lobster with an extremely rare gene mutation which makes it look like it has been cooked has been donated to the National Marine Aquarium in Plymouth.

Most lobsters are dark blue and only go red and orange when they are cooked, however, the appropriately named Tango is already orange. Not only is it this odd colour, but it also the unusual condition of having two cutter claws, whereas most lobster have one cutter claw and one crusher claw. For a lobster to have two such mutations is almost unheard of.

Tango, who is between 10 and 15 years old, was caught south of the Isle of Wight a fortnight ago by crabber Emma Jane from Salcombe and skippered by Chris New.

Douglas Herdson, information officer at the National Marine Aquarium said, "I've seen ones with two crusher claws and orange - or even white ones - but the likelihood of having both two cutters and being orange must be millions to one."

In The Beginning...

First, I began to make this blog, and saw that it was complicated...
Hello, Salut, C'kemi, Zdravo, Γειά σου and Guten Tag. My name is 'Mille', and for reasons quite obvious i'd like to remain anonymous. I'm a twenty-something student studying in London. I like lots of things, especially writing, and thought that this would be a good place to practice.
The title is borrowed (stolen) from a little anecdote I saw in a computer magazine; the gist being, a world without the ghastly typeface Comic Sans might be a better place for everyone. Suffice to say, you won't be seeing it on this blog.
Hopefully, I shall provide some insightful (at best) and moderately interesting (at worst) bits and pieces to keep the bored slightly less bored, and to fill the couple of seconds till hometime.

Phew. I'm glad the difficult bit is over!
Best, Millie