Twilight zone at midnight wow

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Cut my left hand up a bit of a treat from trying to open a bottle of rose syrup. It's a good thing I'm not left-handed.

It's a bad thing that tomorrow is laundry day. Why hallo thar, hot water and soap. Meet flesh-wound-san!

I have my final exams the week after the next, but cannot compel myself to worry. Which is just daft, because if I want to get the marks I want, I should be pulling all-nighters like my friends at the library.

No, no, instead I trawl the web for. Nothing, really, ah.

Let's hope for a more productive day soon.

And I had tiramisu today <3 My god I love it badly.

On Wednesday, lord professor Robert Winston came to give a lecture at my Uni for post-graduate students. By virtue of determination, I got myself into that lecture. This gentleman, you see, did a series of documentaries that were on air when I was a child.

And I've always been a little bit of an utter geek, you see, even then. I clearly remember watching him on the tele when I was 11, or something, and thinking, my God, I want to be this man. Because he's inspiring and smart and he just looks like a kindly old gentleman. The documentaries were part of the reason I have such a thing for Biology. Documentaries were pretty inspiring to me, ahem.

The following is basically how I spazzed at venoso about it. Because meeting this man is probably to me what meeting a rockstar idol would be to most people.

At the lecture?

At first, I was petrified to even take out my camera (yes, I brought along my camera to a lecture) thinking, oh, how very uncool of you, you silly sod you, how uncouth.

Then I thought. Sod this. Let us be brave? Let us try.

So snapsnapsnap, snap I did.

Not many people took pictures. Er. With me? I saw less than 10. In a theater that could fit 600.

And. At the end of the lecture. I was actually shaking as I made my way on to the stage to talk to the professor (the professor, who is a LORD).

Shakeshakeshake, be brave yu, be brave!

So I thought, yes. I do not want to disappoint me, I do not want to disappoint what does not need disappointment.

Ahem. So I stand in line, with all the other admirers.

It gets to my turn, and a lady tells me to hurry up or piss off, we are quite late, chopchop.

I stand my ground, but I did tremble, God I was trembling.

My turn!

Hi, sir (oh mi dios).

He says Hi.

So I say. Dear sir. I am a first year zoology student, and I would just like to tell you that me watching a documentary of yours when I was a young girl is one of the main reasons I took up biology.

All. All in one breath, because that was the depth of my anxiety (I do get anxious easily, stupidly easily)

He blinks. Smiles, a little lost-looking (maybe I got hard to understand, in one breath?). He smiles, wider. Certainly, dear, certainly.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, and we get our picture taken, and ah. This is what it feels like to meet a prophet? Maybe. Yes. And I do also have his e-mail address. He provided us all with it, and now I want to spam his account, going DEAR SIR ILY.

It's quite given me second wind to study harder. I want to be like him, yeah?

Be adored for something worthy of adoration (he has saved lives!)

Ah. From the outside, it was not much.

From the inside? I couldn't walk properly when I was leaving the theater.

The things that hit me hardest are often things that shouldn't hit me at all. But this definitely counts as a momentous occasion.

It might look like a small accomplishment, to have gone up to him and just say what I thought, but me being me... It took just about every nerve I had to carry through with it.

I am very glad I did. Very glad indeed.

Now. Yeah. TO STUDIES WOOT.

/loves Top Gear

I have been most lazy. Frick.