*Singing merrily with the birds, etc. etc.*

[enismirdal]

For the first time in, like, ages, I don't feel like I'm about to collapse under the weight of work. It's a nice feeling, sort of like when you've been in a steamy, smoky pub all evening and then you step out, and it's a clear, cold, frosty night, and you can just breathe...

Oooh, I sound terribly poetic. I haven't been drinking, honest (well, I had two cups of coffee at my supervisor's flat, but that doesn't count, surely?). He sang the praises of our poster (he seemed to like the fact that it was in straightforward English, unlike most dry scientific journal articles) but said it was too wordy and actually told us to add more pictures. Matt, he of the no sense of humour outside the subject of Physiology, and no appreciation of aesthetics, was telling us more pictures! Sorry, diagrams. And he's really warmed up this term - we can actually laugh at things not related to the potassium-two-chloride-sodium cotransporter. Indeed, today we were even discussing the Incredible Hulk's pants! (I must say, I don't normally go for bodybuilder types, or indeed, boys who are anything short of painfully pretty at all, but Lou Ferrigno did have extremely lots of muscles that back in the 1970s that were very squeezable. Not now though, cos he's like, old!)

In other news, I nearly broke tienelle, simply by mentioning the concept of "Orc-wives". I didn't realise how distressing this idea apparently is. But Maubertz the Straggler, dear - she's not scary at all!

The people on my corridor and my friends appear to be having a competition over who can walk the longest distance along the corridor balancing on these things which are like picture rails, only about 3 feet above the floor rather than near the ceiling. In other words, doing the splits between the two walls, balancing on rails about an inch wide. I think it's a testosterone thing. I'm unsure whether they are sober, so have locked my door as a precaution to prevent any embarrassing accidents (e.g. one of them falling into my room and ripping down my Glorfindel ownership certificate).

Comments

[beckyc.livejournal.com]

(I must say, I don't normally go for bodybuilder types, or indeed, boys who are anything short of painfully pretty at all,

So, who would you choose out of Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?

[enismirdal.livejournal.com]

Orli, definitely. Although to tell the truth I'd rather have Brett-Figwit-Mackenzie, Justin-Faelon-Mackenzie or Jonathan-Erestor-Harding. Yay to pretty extras!!!

[beckyc.livejournal.com]

So, then: Orlando Bloom or Keira Knightley?

How can you not think that Johnny Depp is incredibly pretty? Just look at those cheekbones! And how can you be unmoved by his first few scenes in PotC?

[enismirdal.livejournal.com]

Dunno who Keira Knightley is (yes, I'm a poor deprived child, I'm sure). And I can be unmoved by those scenes for the simple reason that I have not, as yet, seen POTC. *gasps of horror all around*

[beckyc.livejournal.com]

She's the girl from PotC. Gosh, I got the impression yesterday that you wanted to watch it again, not that you hadn't watched it.

I fully expect you to change your mind after seeing it you know ;-)

[girlofthemirror.livejournal.com]

You should try the walking on the picture rails thing. It is so funny, and we are better at it than al the boys... Olly goes onabout the fact that his legs are going to drop off. It is very amusing. The tricky bits are where the corridor changes width... can lead to highly uncomfortable accidents. Involving everyone going splat whilst getting the giggles and thenquite possibly realisig that they have split ther jeans. All inall good clean fun!