| He loves the ladders, never gets enough of them... |
[Aug. 24th, 2007|10:08 pm] |
| [Tags | | | egg, i get the crazies, iaj, mm writes essays of entries, my day, progsoc, rambling, randomness, sdp, uni, what are eating patterns?, work?!?, wth? | ] |
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| [ | music |
| | When He's Gone, Debbie Gray & Andrew Cross | ] |
Well, it felt like a long day. I'm sure I must have had a break or two in there somewhere, but I don't remember. Tomorrow will likely be close to the same length, as well. ...Whee...
I woke up to an email from the IAJ lecturer to the effect of "You can build your agent in whatever you like (so long as it's actually an agent); but the tutors will only help you if it's in Java." Okay. That could be good, since both Thomas and Chris think my project would be best served by being done by bash scripting or something.
I did a whole bunch of printing for SDP, then had breakfast and got ready to leave. I got about four houses away then realised that I'd forgotten to put on a necklace and had to go back and put one on (Yes, sadly enough, I start getting neurotic if I'm not wearing a necklace).
I got to Uni around 9:30. Hung around for a while, waiting for Chris. Just when I was about to give up on him and go and do the chores, he turned up.
We headed to Kinko's, and got another poster printed and all three laminated. It cost something like forty five bucks for the privilege, but hopefully we won't have to do so again in the next couple of years at least.
On the way back, we visited the newsagent and bought the balloons for Nora. When we got back, we stuck some velcro to our newly minted posters then (in my case) headed off to class.
The team meeting was fairly standard. Thanh appears to have quit. Andrew's now paranoid about the System Architecture choice. Etc, etc.
After the formal meeting, we wandered over to Building 10 to have a discussion about a bunch of points brought up in the formal meeting. Two hours later, we'd more or less talked in circles and hadn't really resolved the question. At that point, I was given an out and took it.
I went and watched the robot soccer dogs with Thomas (who was waiting for a meeting to start). The dogs were so cute! But they kept winning, then the guys would abduct the ball to the centre of the field again. Poor dogs. :(. Thomas said that the AIBO was smarter than my dog, particularly as it walked into a wall repeatedly. *pouts*
I then went to do some set up for the stall. I stuck up the posters, before sticky-taping copious numbers of old ProgSoc brochures (at least some of them were the ones that said we were in Building 4...) together and adding them at the sides to add colour. Depending how we feel in the morning, we might abduct the colourful sign from the pinboard as well.
In between doing that, there was helping Jenny try and find a computer capable of playing all the videos she wanted. And helping some annoying and overly-officious man (who I'm assuming is focused on O. H. & S.) move the Faculty stall something like a metre to the left so that it was blocking a doorway instead of a corridor. And signing DCom up to ProgSoc, for the first time in seven years. And fielding questions from random people who apparently thought I knew stuff (which, sadly enough, I generally did), like "Where's the Co-Op bookshop gone?" and "What's ProgSoc?".
By around four thirty or five o'clock, I'd finally finished with the set up; it might have been earlier, I don't remember. I checked my email, then decided to visit the E.G.G. boys. I looked at the $2.10 in my wallet, and chose a Coke over food.
Since the Concourse had been cleared in preparation for Info Day tomorrow, they'd migrated operations to the theatre lounge. Cue lots of wandering around aimlessly, searching for them. Eventually I ran into Rel, and followed him. The game of the day was Bioshock, played on the big screen with the bass up way too high. I wound up hanging around there for ten minutes, wandering out, then returning, repeatedly for most of an hour. Whee...
The lecture was okay. I like the guy; I'm not quite sure of the importance of attending the lecture about "Hey look! Here's something you could do! Here's something else you could do!", having already selected a project, but they're interesting regardless. Rob apparently got distracted in his search for wigs and didn't show; neither did Nora or Hagan. The lecturer is firmly in the Mac camp, and bitterly laments any time that he's forced to use Windows. There was a memorable moment where he was trying to search for his Internet history in QuickTime, because he'd opened the program by mistake and then believed it was FireFox. ...Yes, really.
Midway through the lecture, I'd received an SMS from Chris suggesting dinner; so once the lecture finished, I wandered back. I transferred cash between my accounts, then we headed over to KFC. I was apparently having a 'Fail At Reading The Instructions On The ATM' day, since I tried about four times to insert my card into the one reading "Not In Service" in large letters, and then when I went to the other one, had to try three times before I read closely enough to realise that the reason it wasn't giving me the note I wanted was because it had run out, and I had to select a different denomination.
Dinner was exactly like it is every time at KFC. While we ate, we chatted about tomorrow's To-Do list, amongst other things. After we'd finished, we headed over to Railway Square to catch a bus home.
I read IAJ notes on the bus, getting through one and a half chapters in the time. I got home, described my day to my parents ("Mr. Tigger apparently thought we were all ganging up on him and quit!"), and then got on Connor.
Caught up with what I'd missed, typed this out, and now? Bath then bed. Ungodly hours tomorrow morning, and all that. Whee....
-Mmaster |
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