Psychological vs Physical - Monday

I did not have to go in for the morning, but I did because I wanted to revise for an assessed lab. I spent the bus ride talking to Lawrence about Halo and a little Marathon, it was quite interesting. I found some other people who were revising for the lab and joined them, it was looking a little worrysome. Before the lab we had a lecture from Victor. The first half was about planning and organisation, the second half about how we're having it easy compared to last year and having to do less of it in something that's completely new to use (called VHDL). After the lecture I attended the lab. The first part was a multiple choice test of 8 questions, I got 5 of them correct which isn't too bad, it's better the 55% I got for the labs in the previous semester and it's much harder. Then onto the actual questions. They were hard and all about stuff that doesn't come naturally to me. Then, we had something I was good at, the questions everyone else found impossible I found easy once it was pointed out what we had to do (I missunderstood the question for 15 minutes). Suffice to say that the 3 marks I lost in the pre-lab test were the only marks that I lost and I've got a mark of 85% for that lab, excellent. The research student went around marking people as they finnished. There were a pair of guys that finnished before me, but got marked afterwards. Nobody could come up with a reason why, I'm remaining with it being becacuse of my dashing good looks and sheer attractiveness. I'm sure you're all nodding your heads in agreement, right? Aaron had driven in, and because there was a good 10 minutes until the bus arrived I figured it'd be faster to get a lift with him. Owing to traffic we actually got back over 20 minutes after the bus. Still, we had good fun glaring at a lady that kept edging forwards towards the side of the car, despite the fact that we were not moving. The funniest part was when the front of her car went over the edge of a bump and she looked mortified that she might have hit the car. Dinner was an excellent stake and kideney pie. After dinner myself, Brierley, Gareth and Graham went to the CU. At the CU I meant to ask a question that I'll save for in person and also to ask some people their testimonies. Instead I was sidetracked by a game of Chess against Siän (with a little help from Graham). I managed to lose both games. I also found that responding in completely the opposite way to be expected is great fun when someone insults you. Lizzie managed to call myself, Sam and Gareth "geeks" in an offensive way when we were all just across the table from her. Normally my response in that situation would have involved the pack of peanuts I had, balistic skills and Lizzie being a (possibly moving) target. Instead today I decided on a new track. I waited for her to say something else, I can't remeber the complete context, but it was to do with CRTs "doing eyes in". I said "You know what my eyes like?" while looking at her in a very "flirty" manner and raising my eyebrows suggestively. She went bright red and sat down the other end of the pub. However, the excellent tale of laughter and mild humiliation does not end there. Lizzie made the mistake of leaving her coat at the table. I decided as a laugh to wear it and see how long it'd take for her to notice. About 5 minutes later she came and sat down near us again, though not in direct line of sight to me. A whole 10 minutes later she still hadn't noticed. Someone dropped some chocolate on the floor and seeing as nobody else would even touch it I grabbed it and ate it. Lizzie then noticed the coat and leapt up in shock and horror. What Lizzie at the time did not know is that as a practical joke I'd written a "love poem" and hidden it in the pocket. The idea being that in a week she'd find it and be completely and utterly confused. However, Sam Groves, the one who suggested the idea in the first place told Lizzie as he left and she noticed it (going bright red again). Overall I feel that psychological 'violence' is much funnier than the physical type. For some reason none of the ladies would accept being walked home by anyone (not just me). In the end we had to force them to accept it. It's really worrying that the ladies would walk home alone as one of them (she's now happy to get walked home) was almost kidnapped recently. Apparently it's because the ladies do want to be walked home, they just don't want to impose on us. That's good for me because it means that rather than faffing about and asking pointless questions stuff gets done (I'm not a fan of faffing about). Why? While the CU stood around outside the Union after the meeting but before the pub Chris and Adam from my coruse (sort of) and also members of the Rugby social came up and said hi. Here the difference between the two groups became apparent (though there were just two of them). The rugby group go to get drunk and the CU go to socialise and have a good time enjoying each other's company (maybe less so when they find out what I'm like). The question that bugs me is this, "Are the lives of these students so bad that they need to drink to enjoy themselves?". I can't see why. I'd like to point out that I have nothing against alcohol, personally I dislike the taste but I've nothing against it. What I have got something against is people that go to get drunk out of their minds and do stupid stuff. And yes, I'm well aware that lots of people reading this are students.