Well, I had my viva on Monday, and I passed it with minor revisions.
So from now on its Dr Astrobouy
Now I just have to go to the bank and get them to change my title on everything. Then its cheap plane tickets and upgrades all the way. Woo hoo!
So from now on its Dr Astrobouy
Now I just have to go to the bank and get them to change my title on everything. Then its cheap plane tickets and upgrades all the way. Woo hoo!
woo hoo!
Submitted thesis on Monday. Sorted. Just gotta wait a couple months for my viva and then I'll be Dr Astrobouy
Is such a relief to have it finished. Can't quite believe it. For the first time in 4 years there is nothing I am supposed to be doing right now. I can go out, go to the pub, smoke a spliff and play a video game and there is absolutely no guilt. so nice.
God knows what I'm gonna do now. Should be fun though....
Submitted thesis on Monday. Sorted. Just gotta wait a couple months for my viva and then I'll be Dr Astrobouy
Is such a relief to have it finished. Can't quite believe it. For the first time in 4 years there is nothing I am supposed to be doing right now. I can go out, go to the pub, smoke a spliff and play a video game and there is absolutely no guilt. so nice.
God knows what I'm gonna do now. Should be fun though....
Well not much to write today. Have succeeded in being a work hermit for few days, and am now in the last 7 days till my supervisor wants the final iteration of the thesis...eek and eek again.
I can't wait till it is done, I am going to get so comprehensively wasted in a sustained manner that I plan on not remembering my name at the end of it. I hear they sell san pedro cactuses in a shop in town...
Also should lose the geek-physique when I'm done. I think I'm gonna go on the E-plan diet
I can't wait till it is done, I am going to get so comprehensively wasted in a sustained manner that I plan on not remembering my name at the end of it. I hear they sell san pedro cactuses in a shop in town...
Also should lose the geek-physique when I'm done. I think I'm gonna go on the E-plan diet
Well things are moving finally. I've managed to stem the panic, and start writing again. Am gonna have to really pull it out of the bag now though. Still, just under a month and it'll be done. I'll be able to get on with my life, whatever the fuck that means. My cats do such a good job of keeping me amused, and bringing a smile to my face when it gets a bit dark. That's been a big help this last few days since my girlfriend has been back at her folks place. She's back tomorrow, and I'm gonna get sushi and lovin' tomorrow night
My girlfriend is great. If it weren't for this thesis crap, I'd be so fucking happy, but my pride won't let me walk away from it. Still not long to go, just jump through some hoops, beg like a dog, get the letters before my name and I'm out. Then, for the first time in my life, I won't have a direction. oooh spooky.
edit* Just heard from my girl that she's decided to stay longer, maybe till next weekend. Arse.
and just like that it all falls apart again. fuck
My girlfriend is great. If it weren't for this thesis crap, I'd be so fucking happy, but my pride won't let me walk away from it. Still not long to go, just jump through some hoops, beg like a dog, get the letters before my name and I'm out. Then, for the first time in my life, I won't have a direction. oooh spooky.
edit* Just heard from my girl that she's decided to stay longer, maybe till next weekend. Arse.
and just like that it all falls apart again. fuck
I don't know who I'm fucking kidding. Five weeks is not long enough to finish my phd. It might be if it weren't such a great big pile of shit.
I've spent nearly 4 years on this fucker now, and right now it feels like the biggest waste of time I've ever found. There's not one useful bit of science in the whole fucking thing. I know that cos I've written the science bits up, they're out there in the community in the form of refereed journal papers and no-one could care less, least of all me. And now I get to revisit these pathetic excuses for how I've spent the last 4 years of my life, and I have to plug the holes and try and get someone to see worth where I see none and give me a phd. Bollocks. This is why I'm a soon to be ex-astronomer. I haven't done anything of interest, so I can't get a job. ANd I can't be fucked to waste more of my time jumping through hoops to get those three extra letters after my name (or 2 before). But then how fucking stupid do I look to all my friends and family if I've spent 4 years of stress to have nothing, not even a phd, to show for it. About as stupid as I am, that's how.
I'm just 5 weeks away from the end, and I've lost the will to finish it.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
edited: on a lighter note I've put up some pictures of the party. It seems like a long time ago now.
I've spent nearly 4 years on this fucker now, and right now it feels like the biggest waste of time I've ever found. There's not one useful bit of science in the whole fucking thing. I know that cos I've written the science bits up, they're out there in the community in the form of refereed journal papers and no-one could care less, least of all me. And now I get to revisit these pathetic excuses for how I've spent the last 4 years of my life, and I have to plug the holes and try and get someone to see worth where I see none and give me a phd. Bollocks. This is why I'm a soon to be ex-astronomer. I haven't done anything of interest, so I can't get a job. ANd I can't be fucked to waste more of my time jumping through hoops to get those three extra letters after my name (or 2 before). But then how fucking stupid do I look to all my friends and family if I've spent 4 years of stress to have nothing, not even a phd, to show for it. About as stupid as I am, that's how.
I'm just 5 weeks away from the end, and I've lost the will to finish it.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
edited: on a lighter note I've put up some pictures of the party. It seems like a long time ago now.
blimey, what an outstanding weekend that was. Started with what was meant to be a quiet on friday saving energy for river party on saturday night. Didn't happen like that though, ended up at pub, then gig at gloucester that a mate played. Was bloody good, they were really tight. I was a mess. I remember it all. I wish I was one of those people that forget stuff that happens when they're pissed. Somehow managed to decorate my hat for the river party on saturday after I got home, there was to be a prize for the best hat. I woke up covered in glue.
Saturday was quality. Overslept on a account of hat antics, but still managed to get down to the studio to get soundsystem, load it into my mates van and send him on his way to meet my brothers boat, and start setting up near bristol on the avon. I left like 3 hours after my mate with the p.a, but somehow still beat him to the permanent mooring that we were meeting the boat at. Then we loaded my bro's boat up like a raft full of refugees and sailed to the party site, where we met 5 other boats.
Within about an hour we had the sounds blaring and everyone was happy. Except for one problem. Due to a rediculous breakdown in communications there was only 1 deck. Fuck.
Fortunately, my mate Rob (a.k.a the steel cube) doesn't need decks, he's a laptop master with some nifty kit he used to use for big free parties in holland, so we kept him supplied and he bashed out a monster 6 hour set, which admittedly left his eyes rolling and his feet faltering, but damn was it good. We followed this with a recording of one of cklarock's mixes, which went down a treat, and helped fill time till we managed to persuade someone else to get it together enough to use Rob's fancy compooper stuff.
I won the hat competition, which some say was rigged as my girl was a judge, but really, it was a fucking good hat. Actually I shared first prize with an ex of the cube's, who we have dubbed crazy susan. She wore a crown, which was cool. Unfortunately she spent the whole night telling a party full of people she didn't know how sad we all all were, and how fucking cool she was. Not to mention being really rude to my mate Dave, who is the most defenceless bloke you'll ever meet. He came up with the best response to her all evening, during a rant about him not rolling a spliff for her when she demanded it. He suddenly broke into a huge smile when she asked why he wasn't fussed by her, and he said 'cos you are mad! You are the maddest person I've ever met!" Which, if you knew Dave, you'd realise was a pretty strong statement. Shortly after that she was seen to be lying next to the fire, legs akimbo, rubbing her crotch. I missed that, as I was dancing with the stars by then. Quite glad really, the surrender of others dignity makes me feel uncomfortable.
I had a wonderous time of it. I was far too excited to remember to use my camera all night thanks to some lovely beans that just seemed to make the party go with a bang. They were slightly trippy, and with the full moon and clear sky I spent a long time staring at my twikly friends the stars dancing with me. It was special.
The party was at this mooring on the avon that you can only get to by towpath or boat, no road, and it was miles from anywhere, so no worries with old bill. However, it turned out the next day that it was next to a steam train line, and at about 10 am we were disturbed by a train load of tourists/pensioners/joe public trying to access the mooring to meet a tour boat. so weird. We were all clearly shady from the night b4, and had to deal with some dude in a bear outfit reading stories to children right by where we were all recovering our senses. Now, the night b4 that could have been fun, but by the grey light of 10 I was definitely having a naked lunch moment.
Apart from that, and the deck thing, the party was ace. We didn't lose anyone in the river, tho my mate gyro did try to take a dingy back down the river to meet a mate, but cast off before trying to start the motor, which didn't work. Nothing funnier than watching a wasted Gyro trying to start a motor at 2am, giving up then trying to row, then floating off towards bristol. Thankfully some kind hearted boat people further down river rescued him, pulled him out of the boat, drove him to where he could walk back from, and rowed the dingy back up river to us. Lovely people. What a novice.
Anyhow, pictures will be posted when I get them off someone whos mind was present. My brain has nearly reformed after running screaming into the hills at some point on saturday night/sunday morning. I'm hoping to return my concepts to it when ever I manage to find the bucket I left them in.
Saturday was quality. Overslept on a account of hat antics, but still managed to get down to the studio to get soundsystem, load it into my mates van and send him on his way to meet my brothers boat, and start setting up near bristol on the avon. I left like 3 hours after my mate with the p.a, but somehow still beat him to the permanent mooring that we were meeting the boat at. Then we loaded my bro's boat up like a raft full of refugees and sailed to the party site, where we met 5 other boats.
Within about an hour we had the sounds blaring and everyone was happy. Except for one problem. Due to a rediculous breakdown in communications there was only 1 deck. Fuck.
Fortunately, my mate Rob (a.k.a the steel cube) doesn't need decks, he's a laptop master with some nifty kit he used to use for big free parties in holland, so we kept him supplied and he bashed out a monster 6 hour set, which admittedly left his eyes rolling and his feet faltering, but damn was it good. We followed this with a recording of one of cklarock's mixes, which went down a treat, and helped fill time till we managed to persuade someone else to get it together enough to use Rob's fancy compooper stuff.
I won the hat competition, which some say was rigged as my girl was a judge, but really, it was a fucking good hat. Actually I shared first prize with an ex of the cube's, who we have dubbed crazy susan. She wore a crown, which was cool. Unfortunately she spent the whole night telling a party full of people she didn't know how sad we all all were, and how fucking cool she was. Not to mention being really rude to my mate Dave, who is the most defenceless bloke you'll ever meet. He came up with the best response to her all evening, during a rant about him not rolling a spliff for her when she demanded it. He suddenly broke into a huge smile when she asked why he wasn't fussed by her, and he said 'cos you are mad! You are the maddest person I've ever met!" Which, if you knew Dave, you'd realise was a pretty strong statement. Shortly after that she was seen to be lying next to the fire, legs akimbo, rubbing her crotch. I missed that, as I was dancing with the stars by then. Quite glad really, the surrender of others dignity makes me feel uncomfortable.
I had a wonderous time of it. I was far too excited to remember to use my camera all night thanks to some lovely beans that just seemed to make the party go with a bang. They were slightly trippy, and with the full moon and clear sky I spent a long time staring at my twikly friends the stars dancing with me. It was special.
The party was at this mooring on the avon that you can only get to by towpath or boat, no road, and it was miles from anywhere, so no worries with old bill. However, it turned out the next day that it was next to a steam train line, and at about 10 am we were disturbed by a train load of tourists/pensioners/joe public trying to access the mooring to meet a tour boat. so weird. We were all clearly shady from the night b4, and had to deal with some dude in a bear outfit reading stories to children right by where we were all recovering our senses. Now, the night b4 that could have been fun, but by the grey light of 10 I was definitely having a naked lunch moment.
Apart from that, and the deck thing, the party was ace. We didn't lose anyone in the river, tho my mate gyro did try to take a dingy back down the river to meet a mate, but cast off before trying to start the motor, which didn't work. Nothing funnier than watching a wasted Gyro trying to start a motor at 2am, giving up then trying to row, then floating off towards bristol. Thankfully some kind hearted boat people further down river rescued him, pulled him out of the boat, drove him to where he could walk back from, and rowed the dingy back up river to us. Lovely people. What a novice.
Anyhow, pictures will be posted when I get them off someone whos mind was present. My brain has nearly reformed after running screaming into the hills at some point on saturday night/sunday morning. I'm hoping to return my concepts to it when ever I manage to find the bucket I left them in.
As promised here's the kitty!
aww isn't he just special....
so lovely. Right back to work....
Or I could go and paint my helmet!
I'm at a free party this w/end and we're trying to push the theme of extreme hats, so I've bought a ww2 style army helmet that I'm gonna paint in the style of a psychadelic warrior, so naybe I'd better go do that.
NO! I must work! If I could only write 3 pages in the next three hours...
Edited cos I'm a muppet who couldn't get the pictures to display...I didn't even mean to waste this long doing this short entry, that's accidental procrastination now, much more valid. Now where's my helmet.....
aww isn't he just special....
so lovely. Right back to work....
Or I could go and paint my helmet!
I'm at a free party this w/end and we're trying to push the theme of extreme hats, so I've bought a ww2 style army helmet that I'm gonna paint in the style of a psychadelic warrior, so naybe I'd better go do that.
NO! I must work! If I could only write 3 pages in the next three hours...
Edited cos I'm a muppet who couldn't get the pictures to display...I didn't even mean to waste this long doing this short entry, that's accidental procrastination now, much more valid. Now where's my helmet.....
OK first journal... I wonder if anyones gonna read it?
I don't know why I'm asking you that... Still its something to do whilst I'm not writing my thesis. Christ. 100 pages done now, so its the home straight, buggered if I can summon the hutzpa to finish it now.
No no, I need positive thinking. Only 40 pages or so to go now, 6 weeks left. No worrries.
Fuck.
This journal thingy has limited scope for procrastination, especially when all I'm writing about is the fact that I'm procrastinating.
I might have to go and play with my kitten, he doesn't know I'm procrastinating, so he can't judge me. Will have to sneak past my girl though. she knows.
Well if anyone has read this self obsessed drivle let me know and I might bless you with a picture of my kitten. He is worth it...
byeeeee
I don't know why I'm asking you that... Still its something to do whilst I'm not writing my thesis. Christ. 100 pages done now, so its the home straight, buggered if I can summon the hutzpa to finish it now.
No no, I need positive thinking. Only 40 pages or so to go now, 6 weeks left. No worrries.
Fuck.
This journal thingy has limited scope for procrastination, especially when all I'm writing about is the fact that I'm procrastinating.
I might have to go and play with my kitten, he doesn't know I'm procrastinating, so he can't judge me. Will have to sneak past my girl though. she knows.
Well if anyone has read this self obsessed drivle let me know and I might bless you with a picture of my kitten. He is worth it...
byeeeee
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