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ithika[and there I was thinking that the "Brothers In Arms" comic, despite being by Gabe and Tycho, was a seriouser comic. Yes. Seriouser.]
"At this point, no chute, falling out of the sky like a sack of bricks, I can tell you - I was starting to feel worried.
Yeah, I don't think this comic is going to get any seriouser (seriouser, yes.) from this point.
Firstly, I would like to announce to everyone that was wondering (so... probably... no-one (or, as I like to think of it: noone, ie. pronounced like 'noon'))) [whoah, three brackets all at once.], today’s "Get at least one of the essays I have to get done done and done well" plan was a complete and utter failure. I don't think I could have failed more had my attempt at an "essay" been a dead goose, upside down, which I set on fire and nailed to my computer while singing 'God Save The Queen', then swallowed no less than a dozen cyanide capsules.
My pitiful "attempt" at an 'essay' is so bad that it actually induces temporary blindness.
This may be because I actually have no idea what the hell I am doing. And this was the essay that I understood the most.
Oh, don't worry, by Sunday, 10-11pm I'll have at least two of them done, and I will be very satisfied but also significantly more undead on Monday. I am utterly determined to have holiday-time in which I do the absolute and barest minimum of work possible without dying due to lack of breathing/food consumption.
Ok, so I'm feeling a bit melodramatic - in part due to the splendiferousness of the Creative Writing assignment, which, amusingly, I'm also not doing properly, but hey, at least it's deliberate this time.
You see, the thing with the Creative Writing assignment is that I have to make an extensive plan for a short story which I'll write as my main studio piece for the semester. Now, anyone that knows me knows that I'm not that fond of planning, and since the plan has to be, like, no less than 1,500 words, I may have wept like a cold and homeless infant when I learnt this.
But! Fear not! I've found the perfect solution - begin writing story now, then write up plan based on things I already know. It can't possibly fail... at the moment.
The other part of the day, largely responsible (in fact, solely) for the fact that I got home at 4.30 pm instead of 1pm as I had originally planned was the UniSFA voting-meeting-thingy. It was fun, and long. Everyone that I wanted to have great and terrible power did, pretty much, I think. Or, rather, all of the positions were filled by people I thought would be good at them. Or, read as : I am trying to pretend I speak English, but nobody in their right mind could ever possibly believe me.
My Point:
UniSFA=good
Everyone that got elected or re-elected into doomy, doomy power-thingies: Congrats, *confetti throwing and such*
Psychology book heavy and doomy. Actually, I worry about Psychology sometimes, when I let myself. Because, don't get me wrong, I really like it, it's all very interesting, but I'm not that much of a science-y person. I'm not bad at science, I'm just not that good at it. I hope I won't crash and burn terribly in a huge fireball of agony, in part because I quite like the unit at the moment and in part because of all the units I have in mind for this year, Psychology is the only one with any valid career prospects (that interest me. Because there's always teaching, but why would I do that to myself?)
Gah! 6-month-old email from my Aunty (as in Dad's sister) that I can't remember if I've replied to or not.. oh, damn, damn, damny damn damn. Damnit. Well, there's only one thing to do... Oh, but now I feel bad. Ok, I'll make a pact. I'll write her an email after Easter, not mentioning that other email. Done.
Wow, I haven't checked this (Eftel) email in so long. It's so screwy though, the emails appear to be listed in no discernable order whatsoever.
For example, imagine that you have 52 pieces of paper, each labelled with a random squiggle, symbol, number or letter. Draw a square on the ground, roughly 30cmX30cm, then gather the pieces of paper into a pile, then throw the pile at a portable fan, which is on. Pick up all of the pieces of paper that fell into the square and eat them.
Thus is our eftel email organised!
Witness the marvel of ever changing and possibly quite broken technology!
I'm glad I don't owe them any money for a fairly long time.
Speaking of owing money, I got mail from the credit-place that supplied me with cash-bucks to buy Idril with. Now, when I saw this envelope in the mail, I thought "oh good, an invoice so that I may know what I owe and begin paying it off". But lo! What should I find in the envelope? Not an invoice but a credit card!
....
This does not make me happy.
How am I to give them money if they refuse to send me the invoice/payment details? Am most angered by this blatant display of trying to trick me into not paying for the computer so they can incur the horrible wrath of 27% interest on my poor silly head.
I hate them so much...
I'll call them on... oh, crap, er... Tuesday, and... *sigh* be nice and politely inquiring.
*cries* I wish someone could at least convincingly pretend to fear my wrath.
I also started writing down everything I remember from the Leeuwin. Uh, chances are, nobody will get to read it within the next 12 months, buuut I thought it deserved at least a mention.
To vaguely quote (well, more steal part of a quote from) Jhonen Vasquez, my gmail is filthy with mailing-lists-mail.
Coke Update: I had coke yesterday and today after a long time without coke, and it was so so good.
Feminists anger me. As much as those too "anti-racism" types, which are actually racist. It's absolutely obsurd. I would elaborate but I am in far to flippant a mood to be talking about anything even slightly more intelligent than what I've already covered. [ie. Intelligence rating<fishhat] Holy crap! Devart is filled with stuff. I suck. Hehe. Hey! The drop down menu for security has the little icon next to the choice now... how cute... Aww.. I wish custom had a special lock-y icon. Ah well. I have rambled far, far too much. [I think my user icon sums me up more than any but my ultimate icon] P.S Thursdays are my favourite days
"At this point, no chute, falling out of the sky like a sack of bricks, I can tell you - I was starting to feel worried.
And that was before I saw the tanks"
Yeah, I don't think this comic is going to get any seriouser (seriouser, yes.) from this point.
Firstly, I would like to announce to everyone that was wondering (so... probably... no-one (or, as I like to think of it: noone, ie. pronounced like 'noon'))) [whoah, three brackets all at once.], today’s "Get at least one of the essays I have to get done done and done well" plan was a complete and utter failure. I don't think I could have failed more had my attempt at an "essay" been a dead goose, upside down, which I set on fire and nailed to my computer while singing 'God Save The Queen', then swallowed no less than a dozen cyanide capsules.
My pitiful "attempt" at an 'essay' is so bad that it actually induces temporary blindness.
This may be because I actually have no idea what the hell I am doing. And this was the essay that I understood the most.
Oh, don't worry, by Sunday, 10-11pm I'll have at least two of them done, and I will be very satisfied but also significantly more undead on Monday. I am utterly determined to have holiday-time in which I do the absolute and barest minimum of work possible without dying due to lack of breathing/food consumption.
Ok, so I'm feeling a bit melodramatic - in part due to the splendiferousness of the Creative Writing assignment, which, amusingly, I'm also not doing properly, but hey, at least it's deliberate this time.
You see, the thing with the Creative Writing assignment is that I have to make an extensive plan for a short story which I'll write as my main studio piece for the semester. Now, anyone that knows me knows that I'm not that fond of planning, and since the plan has to be, like, no less than 1,500 words, I may have wept like a cold and homeless infant when I learnt this.
But! Fear not! I've found the perfect solution - begin writing story now, then write up plan based on things I already know. It can't possibly fail... at the moment.
The other part of the day, largely responsible (in fact, solely) for the fact that I got home at 4.30 pm instead of 1pm as I had originally planned was the UniSFA voting-meeting-thingy. It was fun, and long. Everyone that I wanted to have great and terrible power did, pretty much, I think. Or, rather, all of the positions were filled by people I thought would be good at them. Or, read as : I am trying to pretend I speak English, but nobody in their right mind could ever possibly believe me.
My Point:
UniSFA=good
Everyone that got elected or re-elected into doomy, doomy power-thingies: Congrats, *confetti throwing and such*
Psychology book heavy and doomy. Actually, I worry about Psychology sometimes, when I let myself. Because, don't get me wrong, I really like it, it's all very interesting, but I'm not that much of a science-y person. I'm not bad at science, I'm just not that good at it. I hope I won't crash and burn terribly in a huge fireball of agony, in part because I quite like the unit at the moment and in part because of all the units I have in mind for this year, Psychology is the only one with any valid career prospects (that interest me. Because there's always teaching, but why would I do that to myself?)
Gah! 6-month-old email from my Aunty (as in Dad's sister) that I can't remember if I've replied to or not.. oh, damn, damn, damny damn damn. Damnit. Well, there's only one thing to do... Oh, but now I feel bad. Ok, I'll make a pact. I'll write her an email after Easter, not mentioning that other email. Done.
Wow, I haven't checked this (Eftel) email in so long. It's so screwy though, the emails appear to be listed in no discernable order whatsoever.
For example, imagine that you have 52 pieces of paper, each labelled with a random squiggle, symbol, number or letter. Draw a square on the ground, roughly 30cmX30cm, then gather the pieces of paper into a pile, then throw the pile at a portable fan, which is on. Pick up all of the pieces of paper that fell into the square and eat them.
Thus is our eftel email organised!
Witness the marvel of ever changing and possibly quite broken technology!
I'm glad I don't owe them any money for a fairly long time.
Speaking of owing money, I got mail from the credit-place that supplied me with cash-bucks to buy Idril with. Now, when I saw this envelope in the mail, I thought "oh good, an invoice so that I may know what I owe and begin paying it off". But lo! What should I find in the envelope? Not an invoice but a credit card!
....
This does not make me happy.
How am I to give them money if they refuse to send me the invoice/payment details? Am most angered by this blatant display of trying to trick me into not paying for the computer so they can incur the horrible wrath of 27% interest on my poor silly head.
I hate them so much...
I'll call them on... oh, crap, er... Tuesday, and... *sigh* be nice and politely inquiring.
*cries* I wish someone could at least convincingly pretend to fear my wrath.
I also started writing down everything I remember from the Leeuwin. Uh, chances are, nobody will get to read it within the next 12 months, buuut I thought it deserved at least a mention.
To vaguely quote (well, more steal part of a quote from) Jhonen Vasquez, my gmail is filthy with mailing-lists-mail.
Coke Update: I had coke yesterday and today after a long time without coke, and it was so so good.
Feminists anger me. As much as those too "anti-racism" types, which are actually racist. It's absolutely obsurd. I would elaborate but I am in far to flippant a mood to be talking about anything even slightly more intelligent than what I've already covered. [ie. Intelligence rating<fishhat] Holy crap! Devart is filled with stuff. I suck. Hehe. Hey! The drop down menu for security has the little icon next to the choice now... how cute... Aww.. I wish custom had a special lock-y icon. Ah well. I have rambled far, far too much. [I think my user icon sums me up more than any but my ultimate icon] P.S Thursdays are my favourite days
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Date: 2005-03-18 04:00 pm (UTC)Spelling Nazi strikes again B00-YAH!
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Date: 2005-03-18 08:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-19 01:01 pm (UTC)Sorry, Meghan
Date: 2005-03-18 08:08 pm (UTC)Re: Sorry, Meghan
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Date: 2005-03-19 01:01 pm (UTC)In conclusion, fish.
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Date: 2005-03-19 01:13 pm (UTC)*nods* yaay, writing :D
Fish? llama? Fish-llama? [hat]
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Date: 2005-03-19 01:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-03-19 01:24 pm (UTC)mwahahahahahahayour soul is MINE!why, thank you. *grin*(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-19 01:46 pm (UTC)The Fair Ship Sails...
Date: 2005-03-21 01:29 am (UTC)Hi. I was searching for interests and I thought I'd type in The Leeuwin. Since you live in Perth and have it as an interest, a gather you've been on it. I went on it last year. Best time of my life. Thought i'd say hiya (that and the fact that you love LOTR too.)