On This Day In 2009, I was learning about prostitutes (I love Facebook's new "On This Day In X")
Stuff that made me smile today:
I figured out how to print stuff at uni without any help! Yes, after a semester and a half (the setup's changed since I was in first year) I finally worked it out. Sometimes having been away a year makes me feel like such a first year.
Because I was in town last night I got to wake up around the time I usually leave the house. Oh home bus schedule I did not miss you.
VUWSA was giving out free soup and sausages today. A+
More free soup at a wrap party! I love soup.
People telling me my Pikachu hat is cute.
The A and lovely comment from our last director on my contribution to The Tempest. May this somewhat balance out my four days late, phoned in analytical report on it. Nah, it won't; the report is 22.2% and the contribution only 11.1%.
Today's ALIN test made more sense than I thought it would given I've missed two lectures and a workshop and am behind on readings. I still managed to pull my usual finishing the test in half the given time thing, and not because I skipped questions or anything though some of my answers were pretty pathetic.
Other stuff:
It rained all day today; most of the snow's been washed away (actually by the time I write this it's probably all gone looking outside is hard). I feel like he is trolling me from the heavens after I posted on his wall about the snow. Really though, I'm just disappointed that Overheard at Vic is snow longer snowverrun with snowverheards. I may have to change my Twitter username back.
A few of us in my film class have gone through a lot of shit this semester alone. So I really have to question my lecturer's judgment in having us screenwrite "high stake stories" from real life (she knows we have been going through shit; she has been signing off our extensions). A dude started crying reading his out. Most emotional class (that wasn't someone's last day or something) I've ever had.
I have come to realize that if I am going to achieve my goal of douchebaggery beyond the grave punching uni in the FACE! graduating for the both of us, I should probably start trying to give a damn about uni, because it is really hard to care about much right now, and this is coming from someone who was ready to drop out in first year, and I like most of my classes this semester. (Cough cough not ENGL 112 goddamn 100 level paper covering something I looked at at 200 level last semester.) Cue my search for a counsellor after it turned out the earliest appointment student counselling has is in a month. o_O This is kind of confusing to look into good thing Mom and I work at a hospital surely someone there must know their shit. That said, I'm possibly a little too proud of myself for finally trying to get help. Maybe I'm only managing to admit it now because I have a goal, because the last two (Southern Hemisphere) summers have been really hard.
Other stuff:
It rained all day today; most of the snow's been washed away (actually by the time I write this it's probably all gone looking outside is hard). I feel like he is trolling me from the heavens after I posted on his wall about the snow. Really though, I'm just disappointed that Overheard at Vic is snow longer snowverrun with snowverheards. I may have to change my Twitter username back.
A few of us in my film class have gone through a lot of shit this semester alone. So I really have to question my lecturer's judgment in having us screenwrite "high stake stories" from real life (she knows we have been going through shit; she has been signing off our extensions). A dude started crying reading his out. Most emotional class (that wasn't someone's last day or something) I've ever had.
I have come to realize that if I am going to achieve my goal of douchebaggery beyond the grave punching uni in the FACE! graduating for the both of us, I should probably start trying to give a damn about uni, because it is really hard to care about much right now, and this is coming from someone who was ready to drop out in first year, and I like most of my classes this semester. (Cough cough not ENGL 112 goddamn 100 level paper covering something I looked at at 200 level last semester.) Cue my search for a counsellor after it turned out the earliest appointment student counselling has is in a month. o_O This is kind of confusing to look into good thing Mom and I work at a hospital surely someone there must know their shit. That said, I'm possibly a little too proud of myself for finally trying to get help. Maybe I'm only managing to admit it now because I have a goal, because the last two (Southern Hemisphere) summers have been really hard.