| Sister Psychic, can you tell me, does it ever get better? |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
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| |  irritated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sister Psychic, Smash Mouth | ] |
Today my "It sucks to be me" hat came in handy. As did my "I don't work here" shirt.
I had some uni work to do. On a weekend. Self-inflicted injury, but still not one to improve my mood.
Since the Internet at home is busted (I think I hit the cap again), I went in to Uni to do stuff there.
Things going okay till 6. Suddenly no website not connected to UTS or Google was accessible. Since I was supposed to be having a Skype meeting at 7, this was a little inconvenient. There wasn't much I could do about it, though, so I just connected as best I could. Eventually Skype died permanently, and they forwarded the call to my mobile. I think I now have no Skype credit. *sigh*
I caught a cab home. The cab driver was listening to 2GB. The evening shock jock was suggesting that we should ban people from walking the Kakoda Track, since people keep dying. "Maybe soon we'll even have schoolchildren walking it! Where's it going to end? It's not like you're experiencing what the diggers did! They had bullets shooting past them!"
...This irritated me. The attitude seemed to be, "Why take let people take risks?". I think that if they're suitably prepared and wish to go, they should be able to do so. ...Not my scene, but I know others who are interested.
So, I asked the cab driver to change channels. He switched to 2UE. It was The Psychic Hour, or whatever they call it.
"Hi Cherine. Do you think that if I move house, it will be better for my health? I'm having trouble with the stairs in my current home."
...Lady. If you're having trouble with the stairs in your house, then move. You don't need a psychic to tell you that.
...I may dislike Dad's radio in general, but at least it's better than the alternative...
-Mmaster |
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| Ohgod she's younger than me. |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
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| | You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift | ] |
http://mmaster.deadjournal.com/639967.html
I have the album that that song is from. Sure, the lyrics irritate me, but it's boppy, and catchy, and Chris and I smirk at each other every time we hear it.
The album is titled Fearless. Part of the artist's notes follow (I'm sparing you the creative formatting; you'll thank me) This album is called Fearless, and I guess I'd like to clarify why we chose that as the title. To me, "fearless" is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. ...No.
Define:fearless - "without fear"
What you're describing is "brave".
Define:brave - "to meet or face courageously"
True, they can be (and sometimes are) used as synonyms (in fact, the dictionary link for 'fearless' suggests 'brave' as a synonym); but the meanings vary. "Brave" implies acknowledgement but dismissal of fear - "Fearless" means that it was never there in the first place.
*grumblerumble*
-Mmaster
PS: You put on glasses that are too big for your face and we're supposed to believe that this makes you ugly? *shakes head* |
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| This says nothing about whether I like the artist or not. Mostly yes. |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|06:38 am] |
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| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift | ] |
She wears short skirts, I wear tshirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me
-Taylor Swift, You Belong With Me
I have had this song stuck in my head for like two days. It's really irritating, in no small part because I have real issues with the idea presented. It's the same sort of idea as presented by Avril Lavigne's (even more annoying) song Girlfriend:
Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way, you should get a new one
Hey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriend
Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me
No way, no way, you know it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriend
"I'm a much better match than the person you've been dating! Pick me instead!" It's something of a pop song staple - I can pull out one from The Ataris off the top of my head, as well:
Whitney, don't you understand that what I say is true?
Just wanted you to know I have a major crush on you
I'd take you to Las Vegas and do the things you want to do
I'd even have Wayne Newton dedicate a song to you
I only wish that we could be
Just dump your boyfriend and go out with me
You know I'd treat you like a queen
The issue I have with this theme is that it's essentially a more aggressive form of the passive-aggressive Nice Guy, if maybe a little milder. "I'm not actually going to talk to you about this! I'm just going to fill my diaries with little lovehearts featuring my first name and your surname!" ...Of course, it's moderately stereotypical teenage behaviour, and most pop songs are oriented at teenagers, but still.
I probably have it on my mind a little more than otherwise, because I've been watching Joan Of Arcadia - and the episodes I've been watching feature Joan, Adam and Iris in a love triangle where Joan and Adam kissed a few eps back, but Joan decided that she wasn't quite ready for a relationship, so Adam decided to date some other girl he met (whilst he's still pretty much hung up on Joan) and Joan is sitting there trying not to subconciously sabotage Adam and Iris' relationship ("me, the human wrecking ball"); the episode I'm up to ends with Adam breaking up with Iris.
...As I said, stereotypical teenage behaviour. Sigh.
Now to go prod Chris awake so he gets to work on time.
-Mmaster |
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[Feb. 6th, 2009|09:55 am] |
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| |  *shakes head* | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ian Is Amazingly Beautiful, Eisley | ] |
Yesterday, I got a phone call while I was at work.
*Mm's phone rings
Chirpy voice on the other end of the phone: Hi! Is that Margaret?
Mm: Yes.
CV: I'm calling from St. George Bank. Is this a good time?
*Mm thinks: it's most likely a "Let's try and sell you a credit card" call. But there's a small chance it's important, and I'm not doing anything all that vital right now.
Mm: No, it's fine.
CV: Right, well, first we have to verify your identity. Is that okay?
*Works through the security questions
CV: Now, I'm calling you today because you have been specially selected and pre-approved for a credit...
Mm: No, thank you.
CV: ...card. Now the reason you were specially selected...
Mm: ...You've sent me mail about this before. Could I be taken off the list for it, please?
CV: We're going to keep sending you information about it till you decline. I can't take you off the list.
Mm: ...
CV: But the next time you receive one of these phone calls, just tell the operator, and they will!
Mm: Uhh. Thanks?
So, wait, I'm confused. *She* can't take me off their mailing list, but the next guy who calls with (presumably) the exact same permissions *will* be able to? Huh?
-Mmaster |
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[Feb. 5th, 2009|10:01 am] |
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| |  infuriated | ] |
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| | Dirty Second Hands, Switchfoot | ] |
...That's retarded. Apparently if you have a part time job, you don't qualify for student concessions. What the Heck?
"If you provide false information or breach any of the conditions you could be rendered liable for prosecution."
...How many people do you think they could pull up, do you reckon?
-Mmaster
PS: I love that Austudy and Youth Allowance don't qualify as 'renumeration'. So basically, they're encouraging the entire body of university students to mooch off the government. ...Yeah, someone thought that through. |
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| I think my typing's remarkably good, given I was doing it sideways. |
[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | A Pair Of Brown Eyes, The Pogues | ] |
[08:06:34 PM] Shoulder Angel: I think i's the "appear offline" that really bugs me about Windows Live. "Am I really here?!? Wouldn't you like to know? Foolish mortals! Only those I deem worthy can contact me!"
[08:06:51 PM] Matt: aaand it's blocking me again
[08:06:52 PM] Matt: mmm
[08:07:29 PM] Matt: and aside from that there's not much that's changed from MSN Messenger
[08:07:33 PM] Matt: as far as i can tell
[08:08:25 PM] Shoulder Angel: The interface is "shinier". And they've ironed out bugs. I happen to like the bugs, though, so...
[08:08:44 PM] Matt: i miss the bug where you can go /online <message>
[08:08:52 PM] Shoulder Angel: That's one
[08:09:31 PM] Shoulder Angel: Also rename people in the main window, but still be able to see their actual username
[08:10:16 PM] Matt: like see a customised name in the messenger window, but see their chosen name in the chat window?
[08:10:24 PM] Matt: that would be cool
[08:10:51 PM] Shoulder Angel: And MsgPlus Live changed the way the shortcuts worked, and that drove me nuts
[08:11:01 PM] Shoulder Angel: It' another MSGPlus thing
[08:11:05 PM] Matt: mmm
[08:11:29 PM] Shoulder Angel: You can pick to either change it everywhere, or just in the main window
[08:11:39 PM] Shoulder Angel: Which is what I've done
Yes, I have heated views about things that don't actually matter. Deal.
-Mmaster
EDIT: The other thing I really hate about it, from a user perspective, is that it means people can send off-line messages. People, please don't do this to me. Especially if it's just to say "Bye". I'll most likely be on a different computer, three days later, by the time I get it - and then have no idea what the context of you saying "I disagree" was. Gah! |
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| In other news, "Still Alive" by Jonathan Coulton is beyond addictive. |
[Oct. 14th, 2007|04:15 pm] |
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| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Still Alive, Jonathan Coulton | ] |
The Vote-O-Matic is interesting.
Mind you, it didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know:
First choice: Greens
Second: Democrats (Or it would be, if they hadn't largely fallen into the void)
It doesn't tell you the rank of the other parties, but the other potential choices were Liberal, Labor, and Family First. ...Hmm, I wonder why none of them rated a mention... :P.
-Mmaster
PS: It doesn't actually make much of a difference which way I vote, though; which the electoral reshuffle, we've been moved into Grayndler: a severely safe Labor seat (21%). *shrugs* |
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|01:47 pm] |
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| | snobby | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Map Of The Problematique, Muse | ] |
I hate reading text in which the author doesn't know the difference between "discreet" and "discrete".
-Mmaster |
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| This probably won't make sense unless you're on the PSExec mailing list. Or possibly PSAdmin. |
[Aug. 1st, 2007|09:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | rant! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Galaxies, Laura Veirs | ] |
( Background (Justin) )
( Justin )
( Chris )
( Thomas )
...Possibly to be continued...
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| People are morons! |
[Jun. 30th, 2007|06:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cranky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heart Shaped Box, Nirvana | ] |
This afternoon, Dad and I went to the park for a late-afternoon coffee.
There was this guy, standing against one of the walls of the cafe, eating a meat pie.
He kept getting offended when dogs were showing interest. To the point of kicking one that actually took a try and managed to knock it out of his hand.
WTH, dude? You're in a dog park. There are dogs around. Thinking that they are just going to ignore meat... Have you ever been around animals?
I'm almost hoping the one he kicked is his own, on grounds that then no-one else will be lumped with the vet bill for his hissy fit. But I don't really like seeing people kick animals regardless, so...
Moving on to other news.
Dad and I went to Marrickville Metro to go somewhere different. I was looking for a number of items: a book, a game, and some CDs. I wasn't really intending on purchasing said items (unless the price was seriously cheap), but it's entertaining to search.
While we were there, we ran into Chris S., who was doing grocery shopping. Having trawled the place and come across nothing except remainder stalls, I asked Chris if there was a bookshop onsite. He answered in the negative, but asked what I'd been searching for.
Mm: A PHP overview. Probably one of those "Learn How To Write A Hello World In A Year" ones or something.
Chris: Why don't you just download one?
Mm: Because Dad doesn't like me downloading stuff.
Chris: It can't be that slow, can it?
Mm: It isn't so much that, as...
Dad: The download cap.
Chris: What cap? I have twenty gigabytes!
Mm: We have four hundred megabytes.
Chris: ...John! Get your daughter ADSL2!
Dad: I've said I'll increase the plan, if she gives me ten dollars a month.
Mm: ...Which I can't afford.
*Chris digs around in his pockets
*Chris presses two ten dollar notes into Dad's hand
Chris: Look. Here's twenty dollars - the first two months. How much would that book cost? Thirty dollars?
Mm: ...At the very bare minimum.
Chris: There's another three months. Get your daughter ADSL2! I want to be the cool lecturer... Make sure I receive an email saying "We got ADSL2!"
...It was bizarre.
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| You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired... |
[Jun. 20th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
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| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Weight Of The World, Her Space Holiday | ] |
Dear 437 driver,
It's generally considered polite to pull into the bus lane. This way, you can at least pretend you're going to stop if someone signals you. Slamming down on the accelerator does not qualify, I'm sorry.
Irritatedly,
Me.
Dear 438 driver,
Okay, so there was an obstruction on Parramatta Road. Fair enough.
You decided to go through the back streets to get around it. Okay then.
If you told the passengers this, I missed the memo.
Looking up from my book to suddenly discover I was on an unfamiliar road...
I didn't need those extra knots in my back; thanks for the offer.
Stressfully,
Me.
P.S.: Admittedly, the five kilograms of books I was carrying probably make the back worse.
Dear earring,
You decided to go for a holiday...
You're welcome to return at any point. I won't even scold you. Much.
Searchingly,
Me.
Dear spammers,
Funnily enough, I don't think either I nor my commenters are interested in your cars. And I don't think you ship to Australia anyway. Try someone else. Please.
Frustratedly,
Me. |
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| From certain angles, the skyline untangles... |
[Jun. 14th, 2007|04:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  emo | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Cassingle Revival, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Is it odd to be jealous of things you never actually wanted?
I never wanted to be considered pretty; to put it bluntly, that would require time and effort that I would rather devote to other things. It's probably a good thing, since I'm certainly not a raving beauty and never would be. But I have good days, days where I make an effort, and people generally don't notice either way.
However, on the occasions that they do, I don't know how to handle it. Thomas has seen me snap at him for passing me a compliment. Mostly because it happens so rarely that I always doubt its sincerity.
Especially when I listen to people ramble about how pretty others are. Nora's the one who gets hit on in bars. I'm the one who has to stand there and act as bodyguard so the guys don't talk to her.
It's probably at the forefront, because I've had at least two people in the last two days say things like "Oh, it's a nice photo of you: I can't see your face". Yes, I know they're joking; it doesn't mean I appreciate its implications.
*sigh*
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| I hate my clothing. |
[Apr. 28th, 2007|12:11 am] |
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This is a rant I've told most of you at one point or another, but it's been making its way to the forefront of my mind recently, so I figured I'd add it in here.
My clothes are falling to pieces.
* I've had at least three pairs of pants die on me thus far this year; two irreparably, one just torn at the knee (but the fabric's old enough that the rip will probably spread if the pair is worn). And the current pair I've been wearing are developing another irreparable hole.
* Half my shirts have holes in them, particularly the shirts I actually, y'know, like. Admittedly, I have a fair number of tshirts regardless, but still.
* My current pair of shoes are showing the wear and tear of the abuse I put them through: given that I'm always too lazy to untie the laces before taking them off and putting them on, the insides of the heels are scraping away and the stiffening is starting to eat into the skin.
* The fabric to the PJ pants I'm wearing just ripped. Admittedly, it's in the "Sew it up and it'd probably still work" category, but the shirt's seams are starting to fray, as well.
* Not strictly in the 'clothes' category, the straps on my black bag are also on their last legs; and I didn't get it all that long ago. Admittedly, I overfill the thing to within an inch of its life... But knowing me, if I got a larger one, I'd just stuff more things into it.
So, I need to go clothes shopping. Unfortunately, plus size stuff is comparitively rare. Or if it isn't rare, they're often convinced that anyone who could possibly be that size must be over the age of 40 and a big fan of floral print. Um, no.
I went shopping with Nora on Friday afternoon. We came to nothing at all conclusive. There were a couple of "Well, those jeans looke better on you than the others...", not nothing really "Hey, that looks good." I saw a shirt or two I liked, but the cut was undefinably awful. I even kept Thomas' constant suggestion of black in mind, but in the small number of pairs of black jeans I found, they were much worse than the blue in terms of cut. Jay Jays had a couple of men's tshirts I was vaguely tempted by, but it seems a little ludicrous to wear a shirt with a picture of old-school Donkey Kong, having never played it (or Snoopy, having been the wrong era for Peanuts). We looked for shoes, but nothing was grabbed my attention there, either.
*sigh* I hate clothes shopping. I guess I'd better go to bed, so I can do some more on the other side of morning... Doesn't that just fill your heart with warmth?!? :'(
-Mmaster |
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[Jan. 10th, 2007|12:30 am] |
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For those of you that are puzzled/disappointed by my complete apathy towards voting, I feel that I should point a few things out. Before I begin, I should note that I haven't actually done much research, since I want to scream any time any of them pushes their opinion (hence my request for a politician that won't talk to me).
I have nothing against the system. Compulsory preferential voting is, in many ways, the best way to get in the candidate least disliked by the majority. However, I personally do not wish to vote. This is a combination of a number of factors:
- A pure, irrational dislike of being forced into anything (probably the primary reason).
- The fact that none of the parties seems to have even spoken about accomplishing anything that seems like a good idea. Federally:
- The current government has done almost nothing I approve of, and I disagree with their fundamental idea of supporting the corporation so that the corporation supports the smaller player. They've introduced VSU, broken promises they've made ("There will never be a GST"... Um...), and followed America blindly into war, despite everyone that I know being against it - though I admit this is a less than representative sample.
- I agree with what Labor used to stand for: equality and improvement for the working class, and so on. However, they seem to have lost sight of this goal. It seems a choice between the conservatives and the arch-conservatives. I acknowledge that they haven't had sufficient power to make significant changes; but even their comments are not really going against the tide.
- The Democrats have fallen in on themselves, and most of the major players have been outed.
- The Greens are a possibility, but only by default.
- I think the current NSW premier is an idiot, mostly fueled by his restructure to the school grading system. Showing children compared to each other's marks seems stupid, since it makes no comment about the cohort. I face the same fundamental disagreements with each of the major parties as on a federal level.
- The level of government I have greatest experience with is local council, having known and watched the various people involved over the years. Ashfield Council is an ...uh... interesting... melting pot.
- To start with, we have dear Nick Adams (nee Adamopoulos) who claims that we should remove multiculturalism and replace it with "progressive integration" (Yay irony!), ban pidgeons, and ban Germaine Greer from the area for saying nasty things about Steve Irwin. Yep, he's a walking advertisement for the intelligence of candidates, right there.
- Even more recently, they had some massive argument, and at the end of it, Ted Cassidy was left, last man standing, as mayor. My father is an active member of the Haberfield Association, the people that tell everyone they aren't obeying the local housing regulations; Ted Cassidy tends to pass such DAs without looking at them. ...Uh, yeah.
- In the previous batch of councillors, one Julie Passas managed to receive I think it was a total of three(?) AVOs taken out against her, by other councillors afraid for their own safety. ...Um.
And don't pull the "Well, if you don't like them, why don't you do it yourself?" card. I don't do it because I don't want to. Small scale politics annoys me enough (as those who saw my tantrums when you guys refused to get along can attest). Full scale? I'd be admitted to the sanity hospital quick smart.
What was the point of all of this? Not much, really. You guys are all going to repeat the exact same arguments, and I'm going to do some token effort because I haven't seen any of them that seem remotely relevant.
...As a final note, I didn't say I was going to donkey vote. I said I was tempted to write "Donkey" beside each candidate's name; this has nothing to do with those little boxes on the left. So there. :P.
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[Jan. 8th, 2007|02:30 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Beds Are Burning, Midnight Oil | ] |
Before I begin this one, I should point out that I resisted enrolling to vote for quite some time, on grounds that "They're all idiots!". When forced to vote, I'll still be tempted to write "Donkey" beside each candidate's name on the paper.
Dad: You're not alone, Margaret. 54% of 18 year olds didn't enrol for the 2004 elections.
Mm: Yes. [The politicians] are all idiots.
Dad: Well, you can write "Idiot" beside each of them, if you like. But at least they aren't geeks.
Mm: I'd like a geek politician, actually.
Dad: Why?
Mm: Because they often have no social skills. "Vote for me, I can't talk to you!"
Dad: "Vote for me, I'm autistic!"
John Howard's voice grates on both my eardrums and brain. Few of the others are much better.
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| No "Well duh" comments. I'm not in the mood. |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|09:03 pm] |
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Rargh.
Today my father said that he was intending on not buying me anything Nintendo related for Christmas, on grounds that I "should be growing out of it".
I recounted this to Liz, and she pointed out that the subtext was probably "Get a job and buy it yourself". Sigh. Either way, it doesn't deny the blatant idiocy of his rant.
However, I now have most of a resume, thanks to her help. No more enthusiasm than previously, but a slightly greater feeling of obligation.
Gah.
...In other news, despite the fact that Connor has many more vital things to be done to him (Probably including replacing the power supply), I'm tempted to wipe him and re-install Windows. Someone talk me out of it - if I do that, he's likely to sit gathering dust for a month, while I gather the strength to reinstall everything.
Double gah.
I think I'll go watch Mallrats.
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| You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired... |
[Nov. 21st, 2006|05:34 pm] |
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| | My Ex-Girlfriend's Boyfriend, MGF | ] |
I have no focus, but this isn't news.
I've made my way through all of the ICS lectures twice thus far: yesterday and today. Yesterday I went from one to ten; today I went from ten to one. I don't think I remembered a word from either read. I haven't been able to force myself to do much more than that; despite not taking all that long, even that took all my patience.
I only have tomorrow left to learn it. It's annoying anyway: I'm sitting on fifty marks (plus whatever I got for an assignment I haven't received back), but I have to pass the exam to pass the subject. And I'm so out of practice at making up stupid things that the marker wants to hear - not that I was ever very good at it.
* "Yes, ICS is wonderful, and I hate it with a murderous blinding passion because... Uh... Because I'm delusional?"
* "What did I learn from this subject? When Chris S. starts babbling about 'thinking about thinking', he's gone off the deep end and needs to be brought back to reality. Also when he starts telling us that we shouldn't be working for marks, but for "self-actualisation"; unfortunately, whether you are "self actualised" isn't written on your academic record, and the mark is."
* "Collaborative Systems are good because... Uh... They remind you of how much you hate people! Yeah!"
Gah. Stupid cynicism. Trivia tonight; that should be fun. I'll head off in an hour or so.
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[Oct. 27th, 2006|07:19 am] |
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| |  sick, but slightly less so | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Basket Case by Green Day is playing in my head | ] |
I actually feel a tiny bit better this morning.
Mind you, I haven't got past Connor to the day, yet. I woke up at six o'clock and seven o'clock (my body really likes waking up on the hour; it's weird), got out of bed, and turned on Connor to check my email and things.
I have coughed a few times, once before I'd even got out of bed, but thus far, they haven't been the soul-rending, chest-tearing ones.
Today I have to go back to the local doctor (the Uni ones were booked out yesterday and today, and I need someone to fill out the "OMG I'm sick, see, you should believe me!" form).
I then go in and meet up with Adelene to do things OOD related. Yesterday, I was probably I bit blunt to her, but it was justified...
Adelene: Are you in the ProgSoc room?
Mm: *feeling of dread* Yes.
Adelene: Do you want to work on OOD?
Mm: Not particularly. Do you want me to actually be able to hear you? My head feels like it's in a bubble.
Damn the fact that all three assessments we have left are group tasks (ignoring the actual exams). It's not that I want to let the groups down; but if the were solo tasks, I could probably focus on getting extensions, getting better, then completing them. But not this way. I've had lots of conversations recently to the effect of
Them: So, do you want to meet up?
Mm: No. I want to go home and die. Does dying qualify?
Them: ...
I can actually think, though, this morning. ...Sortof. I'm not sure how long this will last, or how complex the thoughts will be before I overload... But for the moment, it's an improvement.
There's probably other stuff I wanted to note down, but despite my reluctance, I suppose I should get started with the above. Sigh.
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| Even I know: there's a line between emotion and fate, faith, you and me, love and pain... |
[Oct. 19th, 2006|06:52 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Boulders, New Found Glory | ] |
Half composed at one am, edited with further content before posting at just before seven... The fact that I got like five hours sleep probably isn't helping. Two mini rants...
Typical conversation I seem to be having repeatedly with lots of different people of late:
Them: How are your parents?
Mm: Fine. In Spain, last I heard.
Them: Spain? *sound of envy* When are they getting back?
Mm: Mid November.
Them: That's a long time.
Mm: You'd noticed this, as well.
I really don't like who I am at the moment; I'm bitter, snappish, sarcastic, cynical, and just plain unable to deal with people. It can probably be blamed on a combination of being mighty stressed, lonely, and assorted other factors; but having an excuse doesn't make it good. I'm hoping the personality that I actually like will return soon, or I may be forced to resort to as yet unspecified desperate measures.
Different typical conversation I seem to be having with lots of people of late:
Them: How is (insert assignment here) going?
Mm: Don't. Ask. Me. That. Bloody Hell!
Them: ... ... ...Okay...
Why the Hell do they all ask that stupid Goddamned question? To make themselves feel superior? "Yay, I've done more than you! I feel better now!" Asking me just makes me more stressed about how much I've completed (and several people can vouch for that being a bad thing), and makes me want to kill you. ...Weirdly, if people who are not studying the subject, eg Dedney, Rob, etc, ask, they don't make me feel more stressed about it (partially because I know that they aren't attempting to compare it to their own progress)...
If I snap at you right now, I'm honestly sorry in advance, and please don't take offence...
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| Meant to post this last night, but it fell by the wayside. 'Sides, I'd already posted three times. |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|10:27 am] |
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My council are idiots. Things that they've done/tried to do:
* Put up little signs saying "No war zone" on the edges of their territory, as though it would make a difference (Here/Here [PDF])
* Decided that Germaine Greer is not permitted in their muncipality, I think because she said something nasty about Steve Irwin. The fact that she lives in Britain appears to have escaped them (Here, Scroll down to "NO-GO FOR GREER", and it goes onto the next page)
* Tried to ban pidgeons to prevent outbreaks of bird flu (Here/Here)
* And one of them has now put forward a proposal to "distmantle mutlicuturalism in favour of 'progressive integration'." (Here/Here)
If you note, most of these are the responsibility of Nick Adams, the Deputy Mayor. He's young (19 when he was elected, a couple of years ago), and the general consensus is that he wants to make it into State slash Federal politics, and believes that attention-grabbing is the best way to raise awareness of his existence.
( Read more... )
GAAAAAH!
-Mmaster |
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