| Things of note. Or not of note, as the case may be. |
[Dec. 18th, 2005|07:21 pm] |
| [Tags | | | amusement!, consumerism, get together, laugh at (insert random here), lyrics, madhouse, mm can't type, my day, party!, qotds, rambling, randomness, sleeepy... | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Hopeful. Also sleepy. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | In The Middle, Jimmy Eat World | ] |
First off:
84.55.
Now that we have that out of the way, further points of interest relating to the above number:
* The BSCIT has had cutoffs between 80 and 83, over the past couple of years.
* This meant that I had a little mental ticker saying "You need over 80; over 85, for safety, would be great (but isn't really essential)." That mental ticker was happy with 84.
* Dad told me a number of things on the sly yesterday:
-UTS had been less affected by the number of university applicants than many others. But its collection of applications is still down (to or by, don't remember) 70%.
-Because UTS is one of a number of universities trying to boost the female population in unstereotypical fields, I apparently get a boost of four points to the mark.
...I'm not sure if either or both of those is true, but... (What do you think my chances are? :P.)
Fiona is/was apparently very depressed about her mark, 0.85 short of what she was hoping for. I can sympathise with the feeling that you might not get what you want, and the frustration of being so close. But I'm still mentally debating why she should feel "sad and ashamed" about a mark that's at least ten points higher (I've forgotten, off hand, the mark she was aiming for) than my own.
I'm tempted to force her to listen to the following song on repeat, and ignore her feeble attempts at protests that it's "Not her sort of music".
( The Middle, by Jimmy Eat World ) (Yes, it's tacky. So?)
Next:
Yesterday, parents and I went Christmas shopping.
After that, they dropped me off at Stevie's birthday party.
QOTDs:
Black: Steve, you're killing the environment.
Stevie: Well, lah-de-dah. Get the trees to sue me.
Black: What do you get when you cross a pie dish, spoons and string?
Matt: Some sort of makeshift ukelele?
Matt: I shall reprogram with this large axe. Note: He was apparently quoting something. *Shrugs*
Richard: That's a death march rumba!
*Discussion about clean knives and kisses
Stevie (to Black): Come on, take one from the team!
*Kara and Mm edge away from Black... And Stevie.
Richard (about the Year 10 Formal afterparty): Darcy was amazed that I had brought alcohol and was actually planning to drink it. By the end of the night, I was apparently his mother...
Richard: Women. Always playing hard-to-get. ...Use the rocket launcher!
Mm: Yeah. I had trouble figuring out what I was going to get you. Eventually I just went into Australian Geographic, and asked the guy behind the counter "What do you have for an eighteen-going-on-five-year-old?"
Stevie: Oh, harsh. ...Wait. Did you actually say that?
Mm: Yeah. ...What?
Attendees:
Stevie (obviously)
Mm
Richard
Kara (She left around 11:30.)
Matt
Dacre
Nick M.
Black
Activities:
* Pinball. They had a competition. Stevie won, naturally.
* GameCube. Various games. I ended up playing Animal Crossing at 3AM, and amusing Matt and Richard by annoying Mr. Resetti, the mole that appears when you logon after resetting the game without saving. He gave me a lecture that took, like, fifteen speech bubbles to convey.
* Playstation. Matt bought Stevie Driv3r for his birthday - it was quickly determined to be a game with hard, repetitive, and pointless levels. Which was played for like two hours.
* A couple of movies. They started watching Zoolander on the main TV; I plugged in my external disk and watched Joe's Apartment - with Stevie, who was guilting because he thought I wasn't having fun (which isn't true, by the way). Halfway trough, my attention span started slipping, sp we fast forwarded through the majority of the rest, playing the roach songs. Later a number of the guys watched Kung Fu Hustle.
* A bunch of them started up a game of Talisman. It went on for hours. One of the annoying features of the game is that at the final stages, the characters spend their lives stalemating each other, so nothing actually progresses.
* Near the end of the Talisman game, Stevie and I started up a game of Mah Jongg, teaching Nick how to play. We played with my family's house rules, because I understand them. Dacre also joined us for a couple of hands.
* Black, Stevie and Dacre played Magic: the Gathering till Gods only know when. Meanwhile, I amused myself by reading The Ferrett's articles on StarCityGames.Com.
* Richard and I listened to random music from his collection. And I showed him some scenes from Donnie Darko - trying to find the amusing, yet non-spoilery, moments. He and Dacre helped me work out which song that it was, where I only knew the tune. It's kind of hard to ask Google for a song that goes "Da da da, danananana, na da da, danananana, etc."
* A couple of naps for assorted people. I sent Matt to bed relatively early, when he was trying to use a mattress as a quilt. Mine ran from not long after I made the breakfast (Whenever that was... 8ish, 9ish?) to around 12 o'clock.
After my parents picked me up, around 2:30, we went to Chatswood Westfield to try and do some more shopping. My logic sort of went "If I stop, I'll fall down." The girl in Socrates remembered me, but this time I had a less impossible request. I managed to complete my list, so now I have to help my parents complete the general family list. Oh well.
I still need to fill out a bunch of Christmas cards, for the rest of my friends that I haven't done yet, as well. But that can wait for the morning, when I actually may have some coherency. Sleepytime, I think.
-Mmaster
PS: This amused me...
Reponses to criticism of Wikipedia go something like this: the first is usually a paean to that pure democracy which is the project's noble fundament. If I don't like it, why don't I go edit it myself? To which I reply: because I don't have time to babysit the Internet. Hardly anyone does. If they do, it isn't exactly a compliment.
Any persistent idiot can obliterate your contributions. The fact of the matter is that all sources of information are not of equal value, and I don't know how or when it became impolitic to suggest it. In opposition to the spirit of Wikipedia, I believe there is such a thing as expertise.
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