Woot!

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My laptop is successfully connected to the university wireless system!!

I'm loving my new wireless card right now, I can just sit here in the Student Geography Education Services room (or at least I assume that's what SGES stands for) and surf, research, do work... actually I'm thinking I need food right now... might have to go try out the HSB cafe.

Heh, it's like I'm a real student!

I'm still finding it insane that I'm in lectures, and taking notes and doing homework. It's all a bit full-on after being out of the education system for so long but it's nothing I can't handle, and even if for some reason I find myself bogged down there are so many services to help me it's insane (and they're all acronyms so buggered if I can keep them straight!!)

I'm also a class rep for my Geography class (I've only got one this semester - along with Statistics, Media Studies and an English paper). I figured if it's my major I should get into it.

Anyway I've got to watch tomorrows Stats lecture on CD to see if I can get away with wagging tomorrow (it's my only class and it's at 9am, if I understand what's happening then I'm wagging)

They make it so easy to pass - lectures, notes, all provided. Turn up to tutorials and score easy marks. It's ridiculously easy right now (remind me I said that before I'm going into exams will you?)

Shitty Day

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Well, my Saturday sucked.

Woke up at 10am by my phone to find out one of my collegues had passed away... could I please come in early?

Well, that's not a request you can easily deny, so up I get, shower, and head down the road to work. Obviously everyone was in a bit of shock. He wasn't young, but it wasn't expected either. Apparently it was a heart attack, with a glass of whisky in one hand and a ciggarette in the other - he'd have appreciated the fact.

So I go in and it's about now that everything that could got wrong, went wrong.

• Two movies started more then 10 minutes late
• One movie did not turn into the right scope (so everyone had cone-heads)
• One movie muted itself
• I laced up the wrong movie
• One movie didn't go into the right scope AND the lights didn't go off
• One projector shat itself and wouldn't go for about 10 minutes. When I finally got it to work the sound shat itself and we canned the session

That's really not a good run for a projectionist on a 14 hour shift. It wasn't made any easier by the sheer number of people coming up and asking 'how I was' I mean, shock was the first thing, but I wasn't overly emotional - I've only known the guy for two months. Mostly I was irritated by all the fuck ups!

So yeah, after my very long day I finally reached home and was walking up the driveway when I spotted a couple of guys I knew drinking on the lawn. They asked if I wanted a beer. After my day a beer was exactly what I wanted.

Four beers later (in quick sucession) I was feeling much better... The morning after not so much.

So yeah, shit Saturday, very shit Saturday.

Hate Mornings

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There is only one problem with being back at uni and that is the hours I am now active.

When I was working I was there for a maximum of 40 hours per week and the rest of the time was mine to do whatever I wanted.

Now I've got around 20 hours of lectures and tutorials spread out between 9am and 6pm Monday to Friday. Sometimes I have to be here the whole time, sometimes only for a few hours. On top of that there's the 20-ish hours I do at work each week. Then there's the 20 hours of study. Then there's the social life I've got whether I want it or not which is so packed I don't get to see everyone I want to see, and don't even have time to call my mother! (I tend to take the opportunity on the bus or walking home... God bless Cell Phones and 3 dollar 2 hour deals)

And then there's sleeping and eating and showering and cleaning and laundry.

I'm getting exausted and I'm only two weeks in! It's like this constant cycle and half the time I'm rushing around while my mind is saying 'I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing right now!'

Oh, and I finally put aside some time today to spend with my brother (between my 9am lecture and my 4.30pm start at work) and he's over an hour late, little bastard! If I'd have known that I'd have skipped the lecture and slept in.

Ah well, just 3 years of this shit and I'm back out in the world again.... God help me.

ASSignments

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Question 4: Briefly Comment on what the plots reveal

(b) The plots reveal that the majority of the class passed in the 60-70% margin. There are no outliers. There is a small cluster of marks in the 20% range possibly indicating stoners who don’t turn up to class.

Yeah, I'm bored and as 25% of stats is speculation that is what is currently written as the answer to that question (I don't have enough balls to actually hand it in though). Really this would have been the better answer;

The data shows that one person (on 91%) got up every morning and came into uni for their 9am lecture. They then read their $118.99 textbook from beginning to end, made notes, learnt how to use the statistical mode on their calculator and did the previous exam questions provided in the course CD Rom.

The majority of the class may have slept in on occasion and opted to watch the lectures provided on the CD Rom from the comfort of their swivelly computer chair at home. These people learnt how to use the statistical mode on their calculator and couldn't be bothered doing previous exam questions because they had a life and preferred to go get smashed at Shadows.

The lower half of the class slept in for most of the lectures and so were not aware they could watch the lectures on the provided CD Rom. They do not own a calculator. They instead smoked alot of weed and drank at Shadows. They only turned up to the exam as they were checking for their email for porn and found the reminder sent to them by their lecturer via Cecil.

Recon I could hand that in? :P

Ah Crap

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D-X has completely, utterly died, this sucks because I didn't back up my journals. So everything I have written since I've been there (around 4 years) is now gone gone gone.

And now here I am on LiveJournal.

Lately I've not been up to much, just hanging out with friends, going to the pub, going shopping, eating, watching tv, sleeping - you know, the usual.

I'm sorry, I've only had about 6 hours sleep, I'm munted so I'm just going to go find something else to do...

So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.

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Wow!! I'm on holliday and there's so much to do!! I've got this really bad habit of being an early packer - I pack a week before I need to and then end up raiding my bag/suitcase over the course of the week as I need things to find I'm all unpacked again. Needless to say, it's a bad habit so I'm trying to break it. I go to Auckland in 2 days and I still haven't packed! :D

But there is still so much to do! A habit I picked up from my father is making sure my house (although it's usually just my room) is spotless before I leave so I have spent the day slowly cleaning up and getting other things done; for the record, this is what I have to do:

• Make 'Fun Stuff' CD
  
• Put 'Raise Your Voice' on CD
  
• Get my Lost DVDs back off my workmate.
  
• Clean shower.
  
• Clean toilet.
  
• Clean vanity.
  
• Clean bathroom floor.
  
• Fix the wobbling bathroom fixtures
  
• Iron clothes.
  
• Empty out spare bank account for LOTRFreak to use
  
• Clean room.
  
• Wash windows.
  
• Clean Ashtrays
  
• Vacuum room.
  
• Find and recharge rechargeable batteries.
  
• Shopping - Rubbish bag stickers, smokes, diet coke, tooth paste, tissues, ham
  
• Fill in leave forms so I get paid my anual leave
  
• Make Mix CD
  
• Change lightbulb in bathroom.
  
• Work out budget
  
• Send email to Colitis regarding bus arrival in Auckland
  
• Organise map of Auckland
  
• Find my brother's address.
  
• Ask mum to change tapes in VCR while I'm away
  
• Make up tape change instructions so mum can change tapes in VCR while I'm away
  
• Pack
  
• Do Washing.
  
• Fix pants.
  
• Take up Recycling
  
• Take up Rubbish
  
• Make Spare Bed
  
• Put Diet Coke in fridge
  
• Wrap b-day pressies for LOTRFreak
  

... a long list, and the damn thing just gets longer!!

Rah!

Chocolate fish point to the person who can tell me the origin of the title.

~ greeny out!

And off the side of the side road

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And oh low,
there she goes
she's headed off into the sunset.
A party thrown
that could not be beat
see chips arrive at five am
She was in for a treat!

A day at the fair
and sunburn to go
the new friends turned up,
they all said "hello".
They met, shook hands and sat down for a chat
laughed a little bit, while she had to pack.

They went off to sleep, dreaming in bed
While she trudged down cuba
boxes heavy as lead.
Goodbye to memories and things long unused
They'll go to use at the charity shop
even if they've taken abuse
And at 5am she collapses in bed
Happy and tranquill
Her duvet was red.

Packing and squeezing her life in a car
what will life will be like, after going so far?
She misses her friends, but knows there will be more
And maybe, who knows?
She might even score!

A Swoop of the harbour, a circle of Porirua and out
The brakes are a little mental
no mechanics about.
and then to the rescue!
A family man!
He provides us with tools, a shady place to stand.
The brake pads are fucked, they needed replacing
Sighing a sigh of relief, there's no room for racing.

5 hours later, sweaty and hot they arrived.
Taupo the destination,
family and all amenities supplied.
A movie was watched, tales were told
a little bit of drawing
many ciggarettes were rolled.

5am was bed time, the lounge was the place
exausted she passed out, her memories erased.
7 hours later, woken up from her sleep
coffee was taken, with lunch supplied too
a phone call from Wellington, a few trips to the loo.
At 3pm, out came a shout:
"Right you guys, we had better go"
They sqeezed back in the car, traffic was slow.

The weather changed a few times, from overcast to wet
another stop in the Tr0n, a shortcut-disaster
And then the moon came up, and the rabbit lost his bet
with the possum about crossing the road
and so did the toad....
They got run over, bless you little animals
but if you're really so stupid as to cross the road without looking both ways you should draw a GREEN BANANA!

Getting hungry, they demanded a treat!
Only to find Auckland petrol stations shit
Eftpos lost
and found again on the bench
over the motorway
and past the big city
crammed in, with 22 years of life in a car.
they needed a bar

But they soldiered on, with so little to go
up over, around and about, and low,
A glorious site, they were finally home!
At last she was there, the road trip was done.