It was worth the $100
Last few days a I havent had very much time at all for LJ, Tuesday and Wednesday were exceptionally packed.
Tuesday I did 5 hours of a psychology experiment at UWA which basically involved an computerised version of pictionary. You have a partner on another computer and one of you will draw with a version of paint that can do nothing but draw lines in 2 colours and erase, and the other will guess what it is from a about a dozen words, ranging from a TV to Russel Crowe, Arnie and Brad Pitt. You do this over and over and over again until the round is over and then you play another with a different person. In all 14 rounds were played over 2 days.
The idea was to see the evolution of different symbols for the words. At the start, it took ages for people to work them out, but once you had seen the same drawing once or twice you could pick it up very quickly, and even quicker as you started to see people using ones they had learned from people you had already played, finding the ones that were the fastest to guess so you could get the round out of the way as fast as possible. Like someone might see a couple of lines and already know what it was before the drawer got any further, but a random person wouldnt have a clue. But it was of course mind-numbingly boring and frustrating as the rounds seem to go on and on until you want to scream. It was funny for about 10 minutes.
The day started badly as I of course slept in and wasnt going to make it there in time to meet one of the organisers at the library at 12:45, so I sent an email that she didnt recieve in time saying Id be at the lab at 1pm. So I get there slightly late due to getting lost for a bit, but it was cool because they hadnt got anywhere near starting, but she was still out looking for me, which must have sucked.
Wednesday and Tuesday were fucking ridiculous as far as stuff going wrong goes, and this was just the start.
So Im in the lab doing this pictionary, sandwhiched betweed 2 goth-ish friends making the most ridiculous jokes and drawing stupid things on their pictures, and it got so absurd everyone was laughing at everything. Sigh. Then work calls and asks can I please work from 9-12 that night. I say thats not going to be possible due to transport, so we settle on 9-11which is doable. The problem is now that I now have nothing to do for several hours and all my friends in the area are busy because its Tuesday night, which I forgot, duh. So I kill time bored in the city for a while before going to work. Oh did I mention that its pretty cold and all the shops are closed? Yeah, it was lame.
Get to work thinking why the fuck did I go through this for 2hrs of work. Im needed to hand stuff to the maintinence guy while he fixes the lights, and to push his scaffholding around. This is a boring but very uncomplicated and easy job. I shove off just before 11 to go home, having called dad earlier to pick me up because I cant be bothered walking home from Myles Road on the last bus put of Midland at midnight. Unfortunately the tracks are out so rail replacement busses are running. I hate these with a passion because you will always miss your connection because road is slower than rail, and they stop in random locations near the train station.I looked for ages withput a clue where the Subiaco stop was, and the bus driver goign to the other way gave me the wrong location, so me and this middle eastern guy are standing around and see the bus fly by down another street. We are unimpressed.
As a result we decide the only thing for it is to walk to Perth. In 25 minutes. This no small feat. We get to 11:49 and get has neglected to tell me that he needs the Thornlie train which leaves at 11:51. I would probably have made it for midnight with our impressive pace, but he didnt have a chance in hell. So we hopped at taxi and hurtled down Welllington street at 90kph at a cost of $7.20. Talk about daylight robbery. I got Dad to reimberse me. My comrade gives the cabbie some change and sprints off to get his train. I dont know if he made it or not. I calmy pay the rest of the fare and stroll out to catch my train.
I dont remember the last time I took a taxi. Hopefully this wont be necessary again.
Wednesday I go to the experiment at 9am again, on 3hrs sleep, and then go to Curtin uni to give Christina my Calc book. This takes 1.5 hours.
Lesson for the day: UWA to Curtin on the Circle Route = crap idea.
I arrive to realise that its the week off so she isnt even there. Determined not to make this time consuming detour a waste, I leave the book under her name and description at guild reception and send her an SMS telling her to pick it up, which she has hopefully done or will at least do on Monday. From there I go home and have to go out to a blog meetup 1.5hrs later, which was annoying. The event itself was good though, more people than ever rock up and I drink lots of water which was all there was for free, heh. Walk back to the train with Rob, chat for a while and then go home. End of day.
Slept in until 4pm on Thursday. I really have to stop doing that, its becoming a problem. Messed around online for a while, watched Alias and the crap that is Stargate Atlantis, stayed up late again, went to bed. Today has just been driving lesson which meant I got very little sleep. Now I ahve to go renew my learners permit, pay money so I can book a new lesson (fucking red tape) and then go to work until 9pm. Then I have to decide whether I can justify shelling out $15-$22 going to a school friend who I havent seen for ages' party at some club which begins at 10pm tomorrow night. Logistics will be a pain and the first train on Sunday leaves Perth at 7:30am. Egad.
Yes, my life sucks. Ill get used to it.
Tuesday I did 5 hours of a psychology experiment at UWA which basically involved an computerised version of pictionary. You have a partner on another computer and one of you will draw with a version of paint that can do nothing but draw lines in 2 colours and erase, and the other will guess what it is from a about a dozen words, ranging from a TV to Russel Crowe, Arnie and Brad Pitt. You do this over and over and over again until the round is over and then you play another with a different person. In all 14 rounds were played over 2 days.
The idea was to see the evolution of different symbols for the words. At the start, it took ages for people to work them out, but once you had seen the same drawing once or twice you could pick it up very quickly, and even quicker as you started to see people using ones they had learned from people you had already played, finding the ones that were the fastest to guess so you could get the round out of the way as fast as possible. Like someone might see a couple of lines and already know what it was before the drawer got any further, but a random person wouldnt have a clue. But it was of course mind-numbingly boring and frustrating as the rounds seem to go on and on until you want to scream. It was funny for about 10 minutes.
The day started badly as I of course slept in and wasnt going to make it there in time to meet one of the organisers at the library at 12:45, so I sent an email that she didnt recieve in time saying Id be at the lab at 1pm. So I get there slightly late due to getting lost for a bit, but it was cool because they hadnt got anywhere near starting, but she was still out looking for me, which must have sucked.
Wednesday and Tuesday were fucking ridiculous as far as stuff going wrong goes, and this was just the start.
So Im in the lab doing this pictionary, sandwhiched betweed 2 goth-ish friends making the most ridiculous jokes and drawing stupid things on their pictures, and it got so absurd everyone was laughing at everything. Sigh. Then work calls and asks can I please work from 9-12 that night. I say thats not going to be possible due to transport, so we settle on 9-11which is doable. The problem is now that I now have nothing to do for several hours and all my friends in the area are busy because its Tuesday night, which I forgot, duh. So I kill time bored in the city for a while before going to work. Oh did I mention that its pretty cold and all the shops are closed? Yeah, it was lame.
Get to work thinking why the fuck did I go through this for 2hrs of work. Im needed to hand stuff to the maintinence guy while he fixes the lights, and to push his scaffholding around. This is a boring but very uncomplicated and easy job. I shove off just before 11 to go home, having called dad earlier to pick me up because I cant be bothered walking home from Myles Road on the last bus put of Midland at midnight. Unfortunately the tracks are out so rail replacement busses are running. I hate these with a passion because you will always miss your connection because road is slower than rail, and they stop in random locations near the train station.I looked for ages withput a clue where the Subiaco stop was, and the bus driver goign to the other way gave me the wrong location, so me and this middle eastern guy are standing around and see the bus fly by down another street. We are unimpressed.
As a result we decide the only thing for it is to walk to Perth. In 25 minutes. This no small feat. We get to 11:49 and get has neglected to tell me that he needs the Thornlie train which leaves at 11:51. I would probably have made it for midnight with our impressive pace, but he didnt have a chance in hell. So we hopped at taxi and hurtled down Welllington street at 90kph at a cost of $7.20. Talk about daylight robbery. I got Dad to reimberse me. My comrade gives the cabbie some change and sprints off to get his train. I dont know if he made it or not. I calmy pay the rest of the fare and stroll out to catch my train.
I dont remember the last time I took a taxi. Hopefully this wont be necessary again.
Wednesday I go to the experiment at 9am again, on 3hrs sleep, and then go to Curtin uni to give Christina my Calc book. This takes 1.5 hours.
Lesson for the day: UWA to Curtin on the Circle Route = crap idea.
I arrive to realise that its the week off so she isnt even there. Determined not to make this time consuming detour a waste, I leave the book under her name and description at guild reception and send her an SMS telling her to pick it up, which she has hopefully done or will at least do on Monday. From there I go home and have to go out to a blog meetup 1.5hrs later, which was annoying. The event itself was good though, more people than ever rock up and I drink lots of water which was all there was for free, heh. Walk back to the train with Rob, chat for a while and then go home. End of day.
Slept in until 4pm on Thursday. I really have to stop doing that, its becoming a problem. Messed around online for a while, watched Alias and the crap that is Stargate Atlantis, stayed up late again, went to bed. Today has just been driving lesson which meant I got very little sleep. Now I ahve to go renew my learners permit, pay money so I can book a new lesson (fucking red tape) and then go to work until 9pm. Then I have to decide whether I can justify shelling out $15-$22 going to a school friend who I havent seen for ages' party at some club which begins at 10pm tomorrow night. Logistics will be a pain and the first train on Sunday leaves Perth at 7:30am. Egad.
Yes, my life sucks. Ill get used to it.