worst day ever
last night, I tried to do my readings for web production, but my internet was so bad that I couldn't even get to the web.prod. site. I then tried to post to my Multiply account (I actually get graded on that - Online Journal = 20%) about not being able to read the readings, but that failed too. Moodle and Multiply suck.
This morning, I woke up with ten minutes to get to my bus becuase I had been sleeping through my alarm for an hour and 15 minutes). No food, no shower, no shaving. No matching socks, either. I quickly wrote down a semi rant about not being able to do the readings and posted it to my Multiply, ran downstairs, broke the lock on my back door trying to lock the house up (I was the only one still home), and nearly missed my bus.
Got to uni only to find out that the post hadn't gone through (when I got home this arvo, the site was still open on my laptop, so I could see that it had gone from the "update"/post page to the "my user" page, completely skipping the "we're sending our post now" and "blog updated" pages). Ended up rewriting it pretty much word-for-word while tutor wasn't looking. Hungry all through the 2 hour class, but at least I've had my blog checked in class now (and a good week for it too, because I still filled all the requirements: relevant to readings, link to something relevant, a couple paragraphs long, etc).
The only good thing to happen to me all day? I was on my way down to pick up the recording equipment from music department when I ran into Miss Amy and vented my spleen. I even showed her my mismatched socks. She was sympathetic to my spleen and offered it a snickers bar, as there'd been no breakfast and no lunch as yet, and it was 1:20pm. And because she's just an awesome person of pure love. And it may have had something to do with my signing her letter to John Howard. It should also be noted that Miss Amy's appearance today was quite a surprise, twice as surprising because I saw her unexpectedly yesterday, too. So double points to you, Miss Amy. :D Oh, and by the by, that was the Peter that you met yesterday.
But then the day got worse again. Got to the Music Dep and Peter Loxton was out at lunch, so I couldn't get my equipment on time. I'd booked a pick-up time of 1-1:30 pm, and I was there on time, but he'd decided to go have lunch. Because he really is just that considerate. So I waited around in the SUESS lab for an hour before a class turned up. They were from the Con, and I was supremely jealous, but we sort of got to talking and they were all really cool and I just got more and more jealous of them because they all seemed to belong and I miss that sense of belonging. I let one of them borrow my USB flash/thumb/whatever drive, spoke to three of them about their course and my course, received loving encouragement that I should keep trying for the Con even though they were all a little disillusioned with it, and felt completely at home with them. So I guess that was nice too, but tinged with just enough disappointment and jealousy and anger-towards-Loxton that it didn't really register as "good".
Loxton eventually comes back at 2:10ish, but some guy that came after me goes to see him first, so I stay with the class and listen to their Baroque-style compositions for harpsichord (they're Composition students) and they were really cool. One of them was South American, and seriously not what I'd have thought of as Baroque, but it was awesome all the same. The other guy eventually left at about 2:30 and I got to see him and just guess what he tells me.
He left it upstairs in the library while he went on lunch. So that I could pick it up if I came on time.
Like I wouldn't? I told him I was coming straight from class. Straight from class. Stupid dick. He left a note on his door, but you can see into his room before you go up stairs and around the corner to his door, so I didn't even bother going up; I knew he wasn't there.
So I had just wasted over an hour in the SUESS lab waiting for something I already had access to. ARGH!!! As if my day wasn't already bad enough.
Thank god I've got the recording done now though. I can return it all tomorrow and not worry about it anymore. It just needs to be edited and whatever. And I'll be recording some of my own stuff too before I hand it back in; there's no way I'm wasting this opportunity after the shit I had to go through today.
No way.
This morning, I woke up with ten minutes to get to my bus becuase I had been sleeping through my alarm for an hour and 15 minutes). No food, no shower, no shaving. No matching socks, either. I quickly wrote down a semi rant about not being able to do the readings and posted it to my Multiply, ran downstairs, broke the lock on my back door trying to lock the house up (I was the only one still home), and nearly missed my bus.
Got to uni only to find out that the post hadn't gone through (when I got home this arvo, the site was still open on my laptop, so I could see that it had gone from the "update"/post page to the "my user" page, completely skipping the "we're sending our post now" and "blog updated" pages). Ended up rewriting it pretty much word-for-word while tutor wasn't looking. Hungry all through the 2 hour class, but at least I've had my blog checked in class now (and a good week for it too, because I still filled all the requirements: relevant to readings, link to something relevant, a couple paragraphs long, etc).
The only good thing to happen to me all day? I was on my way down to pick up the recording equipment from music department when I ran into Miss Amy and vented my spleen. I even showed her my mismatched socks. She was sympathetic to my spleen and offered it a snickers bar, as there'd been no breakfast and no lunch as yet, and it was 1:20pm. And because she's just an awesome person of pure love. And it may have had something to do with my signing her letter to John Howard. It should also be noted that Miss Amy's appearance today was quite a surprise, twice as surprising because I saw her unexpectedly yesterday, too. So double points to you, Miss Amy. :D Oh, and by the by, that was the Peter that you met yesterday.
But then the day got worse again. Got to the Music Dep and Peter Loxton was out at lunch, so I couldn't get my equipment on time. I'd booked a pick-up time of 1-1:30 pm, and I was there on time, but he'd decided to go have lunch. Because he really is just that considerate. So I waited around in the SUESS lab for an hour before a class turned up. They were from the Con, and I was supremely jealous, but we sort of got to talking and they were all really cool and I just got more and more jealous of them because they all seemed to belong and I miss that sense of belonging. I let one of them borrow my USB flash/thumb/whatever drive, spoke to three of them about their course and my course, received loving encouragement that I should keep trying for the Con even though they were all a little disillusioned with it, and felt completely at home with them. So I guess that was nice too, but tinged with just enough disappointment and jealousy and anger-towards-Loxton that it didn't really register as "good".
Loxton eventually comes back at 2:10ish, but some guy that came after me goes to see him first, so I stay with the class and listen to their Baroque-style compositions for harpsichord (they're Composition students) and they were really cool. One of them was South American, and seriously not what I'd have thought of as Baroque, but it was awesome all the same. The other guy eventually left at about 2:30 and I got to see him and just guess what he tells me.
He left it upstairs in the library while he went on lunch. So that I could pick it up if I came on time.
Like I wouldn't? I told him I was coming straight from class. Straight from class. Stupid dick. He left a note on his door, but you can see into his room before you go up stairs and around the corner to his door, so I didn't even bother going up; I knew he wasn't there.
So I had just wasted over an hour in the SUESS lab waiting for something I already had access to. ARGH!!! As if my day wasn't already bad enough.
Thank god I've got the recording done now though. I can return it all tomorrow and not worry about it anymore. It just needs to be edited and whatever. And I'll be recording some of my own stuff too before I hand it back in; there's no way I'm wasting this opportunity after the shit I had to go through today.
No way.