| Don't fly fast; oh pilot, can't you help me, can't you make this last? |
[Aug. 25th, 2007|08:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dark Blue, Jack's Mannequin | ] |
 That's how foggy it was at just before eight o'clock this morning, when I was waiting for the bus to turn up. What the Hell? Fog in Sydney?
So yeah. Today was spent manning a stall to "represent student life" at UTS Info Day: "Yes, Year 11s! You should come to UTS, so you can join our club!" Or, in reality: "Yes, FIT, we still love you!" It felt as pointless as it always does, but we got one guy that sounded like he'd sign himself up to the mailing list - and sign up next year, assuming he winds up at UTS. Which I suppose is a victory.
Tristian was the only machine that could get a semi-consistent 'net connection, so Chris in a fit of boredom hooked it up to the switch so he (and, later, Adam) could leech my bandwidth. *eyeroll* Marauder swung past and kept us company for a while.
"Coincidentally", Bar Camp Sydney happened to be on the same day. So we had lots of random people admiring the motherboard that Chris got down from the decorations. And Blondie, who I haven't seen in longer than ages, was attending. So I invited him to my birthday party :P. At the end of it, one of the organisers took a ProgSoc brouchure, muttering something about 'Sponsorship'; but which direction she was suggesting, I'm not sure. I told her to email PSExec about it. But because of the event, Myles, CK, Ros and Nathan were all sighted - plus Myles' friend that I can't think of the name of (Looking it up, it appears to be "Steve", but I may be wrong in that). Marauder went and wrote himself a name-badge and attended as well, since he was there.
Adrenaline and free Coke was more or less all that kept me going until we'd packed up, then I collapsed in a heap. As we packed up, I managed to stab my finger with the scissors on my knife in such a way as to now have a pair of matching pinpricks on the first and second segments - though fortunately, they seem to have more or less hidden themselves by now.
Mm is sleeeeepy...
-Mmaster |
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