Ave Caesar, morituri te salutam
Maths exam this morning, History essay due yesterday. I think I passed them both. Touch wood, and several brands of wood-substitute resin. This explains why I haven't been online much.
Remembrance day today: walking down North Terrace to uni, the crosses set up a week ago on the lawns tended to bring you up short. As they should. My main regret is that instead of giving a minute's silence at 11 o'clock, I was muttering something slanderous about the parentage of whoever wrote Calculus question #3.
Our Prime Miniature, Johnny Howard was on TV opening a new memorial to the Diggers in the middle of London (if only he'd done it a couple of years earlier). The thing's a marvel of design (which is more than can be said of, for example, the French monument to the Algerian war), a fitting tribute to the tragedies. And hearing Johnny go on about their sacrifice and blood and quite possibly the only serious context where "mateship" is an entirely valid and respectable term was the first time in a long time I've ever agreed with anything the bastard says. This probably explains why it's the first time in a long time he's sounded insincere. (Jesus, how can you fuck up a bloody war memorial opening?) Mheh, it's probably just me. He seemed to be making a good impression on the veterans themselves.
Went out to Glenelg with a few mates from Astro after the exam. It's as near as we get to the ice cream, kiddie rides and cheesiness school of beaches. The beach itself is fine, apart from being right next to the city's largest stormwater outlet... not as good as the ones out of town though. Anyway, it was the right kind of day for it, sunny, just hot enough to make me regret wearing jeans without being unbearable. I stayed there, quiet, doing my involuntary slightly scary hanger-on thing. It's a bad habit. Everyone still had fun. One more exam to worry about next Tuesday and then uni's over for the year and I'm wondering if I should work two p'tit boulots over summer or three.
For now, to sleep and not enough study and idly wondering how to put that Latin up there in the recent past tense.
Remembrance day today: walking down North Terrace to uni, the crosses set up a week ago on the lawns tended to bring you up short. As they should. My main regret is that instead of giving a minute's silence at 11 o'clock, I was muttering something slanderous about the parentage of whoever wrote Calculus question #3.
Our Prime Miniature, Johnny Howard was on TV opening a new memorial to the Diggers in the middle of London (if only he'd done it a couple of years earlier). The thing's a marvel of design (which is more than can be said of, for example, the French monument to the Algerian war), a fitting tribute to the tragedies. And hearing Johnny go on about their sacrifice and blood and quite possibly the only serious context where "mateship" is an entirely valid and respectable term was the first time in a long time I've ever agreed with anything the bastard says. This probably explains why it's the first time in a long time he's sounded insincere. (Jesus, how can you fuck up a bloody war memorial opening?) Mheh, it's probably just me. He seemed to be making a good impression on the veterans themselves.
Went out to Glenelg with a few mates from Astro after the exam. It's as near as we get to the ice cream, kiddie rides and cheesiness school of beaches. The beach itself is fine, apart from being right next to the city's largest stormwater outlet... not as good as the ones out of town though. Anyway, it was the right kind of day for it, sunny, just hot enough to make me regret wearing jeans without being unbearable. I stayed there, quiet, doing my involuntary slightly scary hanger-on thing. It's a bad habit. Everyone still had fun. One more exam to worry about next Tuesday and then uni's over for the year and I'm wondering if I should work two p'tit boulots over summer or three.
For now, to sleep and not enough study and idly wondering how to put that Latin up there in the recent past tense.