When Broken is Easily Fixed - If only :(

I just wanted to say that computer viruses suck and I curse the people who created/create them. I don't understand why they have to ruin it for everyone else, especially me. All I want to do is love my computer in peace :( 

I have tried every possible virus scanner and still my computer is clogged up with virusey snot and running a dangerously high fever from doing absolutely nothing. It does absolutely nothing because as soon as I turn it on about 10 errors and virus related things fill my screen and I have to go through a marathon of clicking No, Decline, and Block before Spybot then tells me to restart the computer to get rid of the 36 viruses and threats it has found. To which, the cycle then starts again but worse each time.

One improvement is that the virus which caused my desktop background to become permanently white (leading to a bad case of snow blindness) has now rendered my background to look like this...

Yes that's right, the virus has tattooed a reminder that it still exists onto my background just to spite me for trying to kill it, and I cannot get rid of it or change the background.

It really is the pits. 

It's times like these I guess I can appreciate having a laptop as a backup so I can at least still have a computer of sorts....even if it is Apple.

But honestly, I am now at a complete loss as to what to do. It breaks my heart to see my beautiful baby so sick :'(

2 intense hours of drumming

After 2 intense hours of drumming, I'm beat. (geddddit?)

But damn, it felt good! I haven't had a chance to play for soooo loooong....

Man oh man oh man, I wish I could play as well as all the drummers I've seen live; like that drummer last night, or the drummer from Flamingo Crash, or the drummer from Jason Mraz's band, or the drummer from Sum 41, or the drummer from Kisschasy or the drummer from Blink 182 - Travis Barker (even though I havn't seen him live)...or any other epic-ly good drummer really.

I wish my drumkit a little more like this:

(Oh Stevo 32 you are so awesome)

And not like this: 

(And yes I did take it in a way that the mirror makes us look like we have more toms and extra cymbol...sorta.)

Or how about this!

Holy Moly. That is cool. Even if it is from a Hilary Duff video clip...

A reply to They call her Buttercup

Yo bro! (and other bro's who read this)

That post made me laugh. I kicked up a bit of a fuss too when I realised I had a follower who wasn't ....someone I actually knew! It went like this... 

doo doo doo doo mucking about on blogger.com  laa la la la doo doo - say WHAT!?!?!?! 3 folllowers?!?!! OMG! NO WAY!!!! 

*Stares at it for a while trying to work out if I'm just imagining it*

*clicks the link sceptically*

*blinks*

*blinks again*

*realises that yes it is a real person*

COOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Proceeds to then rush to Jess's blog to see if I'm beating her.... alas... no :( 

AWWHHH.

But heck man that is They call her Buttercup, I cannot seem to find the button which allows me to leave you comments on your blog. :( Thus why I have decided to reply your blog within my blog. Oh how intertextuality. 

Oh spiggin! I just worked out how to make text a link. 

I'm a genius. 

As I was saying, a blog directed at me makes me feel very special indeed. *toothy grin* 

So here is one back =]   Not as epic as yours as I am just heading off to bed now but it has YOUR NAME IN THE TITLE!!!! 

Thanks for reading :D Your blog is ace, you write a lot like I used to on my msn blog, but with less spelling mistakes and better grammar. HAHA. Oh, the good ol' days. I miss my msn blog :(

awwhhh I just remembered, IIII haaaafff to geeev a speeech tomooora....  :S in front of many people at a graduating ceremony. SCARY MUCH? oh yea. ah well... i will wing it. Must be off to bed anyhow. NIGHT!

Peace out XOXO!

Blind Babies and Urban Mapping

Alright, so forgive me for sounding completely retarded if it is but I honestly thought it strange. I saw a kid in a pram today, like a baby.... well not a baby, maybe a little bit older than a baby baby. Do you know what I mean?

Hmm... I mean to say, I saw a really little kid but being as inexperienced with infants as I am, I really couldn't be sure of an age. Perhaps 2? Perhaps 1? It was at the kind of age where they can't walk yet. This kid, though, was wearing glasses. Is that weird? Or is that just me? I really honestly was like... la la la... hey WHAT??!?!? 

I mean it could be a problem with his eyes from birth, and if so, that really does suck. But I mean, babies that age can't read yet can they? So what the heck? Did it just watch marathon upon marathon of the Wiggles followed by some intense Sesame Street? I don't even understand how a baby could be capable of understanding that this annoying contraption is meant to stay on its nose. Impressively, this one seemed capable.

In other news, I went on a most ridiculous "excursion" yesterday for one of my creative arts classes called "Urban Mapping." We took it thinking we were going to be creating artworks based on areas of the city involving photography, videos and passerby interviews. Sounds pretty cool when the other choice was to draw nudes. Instead, we were taken to the beach to climb rocks, walk over all the sand dunes, learn about how these cliffs came to be and watch a video made for children on the history of Wollongong at the Museum of Wollongong (yes we have a museum). The narrator had a really crappy fake "Australian" accent and looked like he was pretending to be Abraham Lincoln or something. 

Somehow, we are now meant to create an artwork out of that using 4 large pieces of cardboard and doing things like making people walk over them at the beach or leave it in a drain for a week so that the environment is "immersed" in our artwork. Inspired? No. Confused? Yes.

I got some kickarse photos though and it was definitely funny seeing people out of their comfort zone - it's clear the beach isn't everyone's cup of tea.

I thought this was a cool photo, looks like we are walking in a line off the cliff - very pied piper.

Pretty shot, eh?

LOL at the people jumping awkwardly on the rocks and there's a guy with a bike too..

Sitting like kindergarteners listening to our wacko lecturer tell us about the Russian Revolution.

Well, anyway, it was quite the experience. Maybe I would have been better off drawing nudes.

RIP my beloved NOKIA 3120 (July 2005-September 2008)

It's been exactly a week. So here I present to you my grammatically incorrect, tense-hopping rave about my difficult transition to my new phone. A most horrific and treacherous journey.

A week ago, this was my phone. A beautiful brick, the Nokia 3120, the best model to have ever been created.

My old phone, how I loved you. You were everything a phone should be, everything I needed. 

When I dropped you, you stayed strong. You continued to do your job when the younger, more hip phones would have conked it.

When someone dropped their phone and screamed about it breaking and being scratched, you were the one i pulled out to brag that you had the balls to handle it. And when you did get scratched, you didn't mind when I changed your cover.

You let me press your buttons knowing it gave me immeasurable pleasure. My fingers are forever in your debt for training them to type my mobile number over and over at impressive speed without looking; a skill I will treasure for life.

When I felt like spinning something, you were there to keep me entertained with your special balancing skills and ability to double as a spinning top. Similarly, you doubled as the perfect ball to toss and spin in the air and catch with no fear of any harm befalling you as you were as sturdy as sturdy goes.

You kept my life in check with your calender, ensuring I never forgot birthdays, events, or when I had to work. 

You always kept me in suspense when a text message came through, making me delete a message or you wouldn't give it to me.

And when I did receive my message, you rang nonstop like it was a call, a ringtone noone could forget, especially me.

I knew you so well, I could text without looking and oh so speedily.

I knew you so well, I could turn you on silent with you still in my pocket.

You dwelled for so long in my pockets, my jeans will forever sport the imprint of you.

But alas, it's time. 

Here's my new phone. A Samsung E250.

I bought it thanks to a certain friend who thought it would be nice to empty my wallet of 100 bucks and ruin my life by forcing upon me, change. I do not like change. I do not like this new "fangled" technology. I do not like the idea of having a phone which won't last me the years my phone has. I do not want to have an mp3 player on my phone when I have a perfectly good one already. I do not need a crap camera on my phone when I carry a great digital camera with me at all times. And most of all, I did not want to give up my old phone. 

Yet, this time exactly last week, I was sitting at home with THIS SAMSUNG THING (with a camera, mp3 player, fm radio and bluetooth compatible)... in my hot little hands, trying to work out how to reply a text message. Oh the humiliation of not being able to whip off a text in seconds. It took me close to 15 minutes.

But as I always say, I am open to new things, so I decided to give this... this...Samsung E250 a week to prove its worth. Samsung of all phones too.....I've been a Nokia fan since I got my Nokia 3120 in July 2005.

That's more than 4 years man!!!! 

The first 2 days were torture. I missed every single call on the berloody phone because I didn't know how to make it vibrate on silent. I lost all of my dates in my calender and was completely and utterly miffed as to what to do with my life, not to mention what time I started work. My messages were illiterate jumbled attempts at texting with the Samsung system. My habitual button pressing addiction was replaced with the motion of sliding the phone open and close ..... ahh.h..h..h.hhh.hhh... 

And there it was, the sliding, the eventual downfall to my vendetta against new phones (this new phone anyway) followed by this amazing concept called BLUETOOTH. Get this, I can now... send myself music and pictures from my laptop, ONTO my PHONE and actually have my favourite song as my ringtone!!! (for FREE!!!) I can even make the picture my background....no more optus smiley face background for me!!!

And as I became better at texting

And as I worked out how to make my phone not beep at me everytime I pressed a button

And as I worked out I could turn my phone on silent with just one button.... 

I realised, maybe this was a change I could handle. Maybe it was time for a change, for my Nokia 3120 to retire and take a chillpill. Maybe the Samsung thing could learn to become everything I needed and wanted in a phone. I did pay the same price for it as I did for my Nokia 3120...

Maybe these new phones aren't so bad?... Well, just this new phone anyway. I rate it.

I don't mean to Beat a Dead Horse but...

While I study both marketing and graphic design; and thus should understand how businesses and their advertising strategies work, I will admit that I can sometimes be incredibly brand loyal. I mean, most people who know me would have probably heard me rave on and on about how great my Creative speakers are, and how BENQ is awesome, or in the previous blog about my HP printer... or how I think Belaroma coffee is THE ultimate coffee and Derwent sharpeners (full steel) are the only ones fit for my pencils. How Windows Media Player (version 10) will always rip Itunes, and naturally PC and Windows XP are just perfection - pah to Vista and all things Apple :p haha.

But hey, if you stand to protest, I will go on about the Mac PC argume-....discussion another day, I have bigger fish to fry! (In terms of fish - Greenseas Flavoured Tuna is 98% fat free!)

But enough about that. Case in point, there is a lot of things, brands I guess, which I am quite attached to and I'm sure if you thought about it, you'd be the same. One such company that I quite like - to which I had many an argument with rival company users (e.g. Jess, Katie) during my high school days - is the Dion's Bus Service :) ahhh... and while of course, Premier does have many more routes and sure, I would have to catch a Premier bus if I had to go somewhere other than from Austimner to Wollongong/University, I still believe they are nicer looking buses and that they are better.

To bring up this old argument is probably not ideal, I think the phrase is (I'm gonna need to look up some idioms here).. hmm... crying over spilt milk? or... I should "let the sleeping dogs lie" ....to er... "Pipe down" and "Put a Sock in it," BUT the "ball is already rolling" and if you really have that much of an issue with it, I expect you will just "turn a blind eye."

So OK enough, it's "water under the bridge" and I did promise myself that this was going to be short. So to "cut to the chase" This is what happened today which I feel places Dion's in quite a higher position then where it ended in the last argument we had on Dion's vs. Premier.

It was really nice and sunny this morning and I happened to be running late as per usual. I realised I had about 5 minutes till my bus came and gave myself 4 to get there. As I'm walkin up the street which connects to the highway, the Dion's bus shoots past with only 30 seconds until I reach my busstop. CRAP! I think. I missed it again, what'm i gonna do? As there is 2 possible Dion's busses it could have been -  like I said in a previous blog where I missed the bus but it turned out to be the other Dion's bus - I thought I'd take my chances and just wait at the bus stop and see what happens.

Alas, as luck would have it, the bus that came shortly after and I am meaning like 30 seconds later, was indeed the Wollongong bus meaning I had missed the University one. I had to think quickly, should I get on this one and go to the mall? ...I could get another $3.95 sub from Subway!.... or I could catch this bus to North Gong station and walk. ... that option wasn't ideal but it would have made more sense than missing class and eatin Subway. So I got on the Wollongong bus, and said to the bus driver, 

"Student to North gong station please" 

He said, "what?"

"um.. North gong station please"

He said "oh... but you're going to Uni aren't you? Did you just miss the bus?"

"Oh... *embarassed expression* yea... yea I did"

He said, "damn... how long ago did it go pass?"

"Ha.. like 30 seconds.."

He said, "OH! well thats fine, hurry up and sit down, we'll see what we can do for you!"

"Er..um? ...er ok?" *sits down in the very front seat in a confused manner...*

He then proceeds to grab his walky talky thing, contact the bus driver driving the Uni bus I missed and told him to wait at the next stop for me. Before rushingly giving me a lift to the next stop, where my Uni bus is indeed at Fairy Meadow Woolworths station waiting for me! (FOR ME!) He then drops me off, me uttering my thanks and running to the waiting bus where I again say thanks a whole lot and find the driver only charges me my fare to Uni from the Woolworths stop! That's 90cents instead of $1.50!

How AWESOME is that?!?!!

There are no photos of Dion's busses so I found this one I took in Melbourne of a Melbourne bus... many great stories about our bus experiences there too. But save those for another day ;) Dion's would be the ultimate if they were covered in cherries though....

It's PURIKURA PHOTO TIME!!!!

I have a really brilliant scanner. I got it for my birthday 2 years ago and I think it'sace. It is HP brand and has a lot of functions which I don't understand... I know it can turn photo negatives into positive scans somehow. I don't understand how, but basically, it's a real good one, at least it was 2 years ago. It's a real shame that I don't have time to use it enough.In fact, in its lifetime, my beloved scanner has not been busy scanning my work - which there isn't a lot of - but scanning a lot of Purikura. It's really perfect for that because one of the functions allows you to magnify what you scan by 300% without blurriness and in quite good quality. 

Purikura is sticker photos; an awesome Japanese craze which I got a taste of on my trip to Japan in year 11 and have thus passed the addiction to many a friend. You gotta try it to understand it's brilliance! There's a big purikura precinct up in Sydney which is just awesome although fair expensive.

This is what the purikura crazy place looks like basically... but filled with lots of happy girls and good looking guys with nice hair cuts, and happy azn music....

What you do is you go with all your friends, get your photos taken amidst the crazy azn-ness with crazy backdrops or in weird scenarios in photoshoot style. Then you get to play with it and add things, words, funny moustaches etc. LIke this...but not in Sepia (sorry I really like Sepia)

That's us editing some of our ...er..lovely photos... o

k here I'll put a google-d in colour one too just so you can see how incredibly colourful it is! WA HOOO!!!

So why am I talking about scanners and purikura anyway? I know it's fairly random. It's just I happened across my folders of purikura and realised that I've scanned a heap of them up, using my awesome high-tech computer and although I always mean to post pictures up on myspace or email them out, it seems this year or so I've gotten quite slack with it... since the demise of my msn blog i think. I decided, I'll post a couple up here, perhaps an incentive to get some more people to join the blogging revolution!!! even if it's just to leave a comment. It worked for my msn blog after all and considering how slow the connection was, that's fair impressive.

I don't know how quality, sizing and stuff will work out so this is just a trial. I'll post a couple here and see how it works out. But YAY!!!! PURIKURA PHOTO TIME!!!!!!

I can't help but LOL at Matt with a moustache, and TOILET WOMAN

And Pixie with Penis-itis... AHH HAHAHAHA and the shock when we realised omg Jess's eyes are closed!!! You can't tell when the actual stickers we got are so small....

Sorry they are messily arranged, I don't much rate the way this site gets us to handle the images after uploading them. A lot like Word... Something to take up with Mr Blogger.com

Peace out xox

And today I was helping an old lady look for magazines on patchwork...

I feel really accomplished today.

It started out kind of annoying though. It involved going to my only class on a Friday which lucky for me begins at 8:30am. But that’s ok, I planned to go to the mall afterwards and look for some Colgate advertisements and brochures on wineries, transport, and real estate… (for assignments not because I’m particularly in the market for any of those things).

So, I’m walking into the Unishop to buy an art diary for the aforementioned assignments, leave my bag outside on the rack, reach in for my wallet and realise I left it at home. Far out. I had gotten to Uni by bus but paid with the 2 bucks which I happened to have in my pocket and I’ve trained the bus driver not to ask for my student ID.

So now I was in a bit of a pickle as to how the heck I was going to go home let alone buy my art diary, go to town and do my important research as well as go have another $3.95 6-inch Sub from Subway!!!! That’s when I thought I’d go with my theory that I always find money I leave in my pockets from change. I reached into my other pocket and found a 10 dollar note. SCORE!

So I head in and buy my diary for 5 bucks and then realise, actually 5 bucks is not enough for me to go to town, go shopping and get my $3.95 Sub and come home. So begrudgingly I decided I would have to go home to retrieve my wallet. I went to the Uni library to kill time while waiting for the bus and realised I should borrow some graphic design books which I also needed for research. After spending about 20 minutes deciding on 3 books which were the best I head down to check them out only to realise, oh crap. I forgot my wallet which had my library card in it! FAR OUT…. I go and put the books back on the shelf and then run to the bus stop and get there just in time.

On the bus ride back home I wrote a list on my phone of everything I need to do so I wouldn’t have any more mishaps. It goes:

 

Go Home

Get Wallet

Train it to the Mall

Collect rail information while at the traino

Find toothpaste ads/information

Find cheap 2dollar bin magazines from Newsagency on design projects

Buy a belt so I can put my belt buckles on it

Have a look in Sanity to see what I can spend my Sanity vouchers on

Go to Wollongong Information Centre for brochures

Eat Subway for lunch

Return Wollongong Library books

Borrow Wollongong Library CDs

Bus to Uni

Borrow Uni library Books

Train back home

 

…. Nice list if I don’t say so myself. I go home, get my wallet. Decide to catch a bus instead. Run back to the bus stop and get sidetracked by the real estate agency near the bus stop and stop to grab a couple brochures…. And as I’m doing that, the bus zooms by. CRAP! I sorta walk after it before realising that’s not going to achieve anything. Then I just sit at the bus stop in the hot sun waiting for the next one which is in half an hour. At first I thought time must’ve flown really fast cause the bus seemed to have come within 3 minutes… I checked my phone and it had only been about that. But there was suddenly a Wollongong Dions bus in front of me. HECK YES! The one I thought I missed must have been a Uni bus….

So then I get to the mall, walk around for hours looking and failing to find any Colgate ads but finding a couple 2 buck magazines on wineries and real estate. It’s funny cause I’ve been there a couple times this week raiding through the piles of rejected magazines. It’s quite fun. There’s usually me and a couple other people madly searching.

The other day ….

“What are you after?” asks one of them, the big bloke who’s shifting through the piles of magazines like a bit of a madman.

 I’m like… oh you know, music magazines, and anything to do with wineries and real estate for an assignment. How about you?

“Anything to do with cars! Cars man! I berloody love cars…”

Oh…ok, I’ll keep an eye out… …er…how about this Mercedes one?

“Oh awesome! Did you hear about the *something* Mercedes which just come out?”

….Um no?

“Oh. Do you like wrestling. Do you want this wrestling mag?”

Er…nah I’ll be right.

And today I was helping an old lady look for magazines on patchwork.

 

So after walking out with a couple magazines, I go to Wollongong Info Centre – get a lotta great free crap there! HECK YES! Then go to Wollongong Library, search through every woman’s day, cosmo, gf, new idea etc. magazine looking for Colgate ads – find nothing – find 2 cds I want to borrow, try to borrow them using the self borrowing machines to find ERROR – BORROWER SUSPENDED.

Oooops.

ALRIGHT. So I didn’t realise I managed to rack myself up a fine of 22 bucks…. Which is bad considering I get charged 10cents a day for overdue books/cds *sigh*

I go have a look for a belt in Skipp Surf and SDS etc. The guy working at Skipp remembers me from when I was there a couple months ago looking for skate shoes and made him go in and out of the store room a kazillion times getting different sizes. That was exciting. I like being remembered. He asked me if I ended up getting some shoes and I’m like, yeah some Cons J He’s like AWESOME! And I’m like yeah, but I still want skate shoes!

Then I go to Subway…… ahhh…  tasty stuff, only at $3.95 though. Otherwise it’s a rip! Then it’s a bus right back to the Uni to borrow the books I’d found before. Shame I’d forgotten where I’d left them and spent quite a while re-finding them!

You’d think all that would have taken me all day….but it was only 2:30 by the time I finished at the Uni library. Which was a piece of crap cause the next bus wasn’t till 4:40. So I caught a shuttle bus to the train station, found no brochures at North Gong station (dammit) and trained it back home.

And to top off a really long day of too much public transport, while walking home from the station, a motorcyclist got hit by a car about 5 metres away from me. Huh. (He was ok, just a bit bruised and his bike’s a bit stuffy)

I think I really need to get myself a car.

On the other hand, public transport would be so much more interesting if it was like this. (photos taken while we were in Japan)

R.I.P B.A.T

Well, tomorrow marks the end of a short but nevertheless significant chapter of my life. One which I don’t think I will be repeating again. But it sure made for an interesting month.

But it’s not to say there weren’t any high points… I had that step thing on the highest setting (which nearly killed me)….

Huh. Maybe I should start again.

Annie’s blogcast has migrated! Perhaps only on a temporary basis but its here and its everything you ever dreamed!!!!! (..what are YOOU thinking?) So wow. I’m writing my first blog ever. (on this site anyway) EXCITEMENT! Like wow! Like… fo shizzle ma nizzle heck yes!!! Like… yea, Blogger.com rocks….

OK. The thing is, I’ll admit. I’m sceptical at the moment of this blog. I’m not overly convinced why it is better than anything else I’ve had in the past… (see live journal, see myspace blog. Or see that epic year or so of msn blogging… which took about that long to load – ridiculous. But damn I missed those days….) I’m getting to understand how to use this site at least. And since there has been a “follower” function added, (good on you blogger.com) if they add a few more things like that, it might turn out ok. I’ll give it a chance. I’m good like that, I am. *toothy grin* I will grace this blogsite with my undoubtedly insightful and witty writing.

Other than the blogging site itself, I also find it really hard to get back into the swing of blogsville after taking such a long break from it. Add to that the fact that I just have too much to say - I really am trying to restrict myself to not write a monster blog everytime….

So let’s see how I go. Jess said last night… pick ONE topic and stick to it. So I am. And that topic would be about the impending demise of my gym membership as of tomorrow.

Well,…

It all started when - Oh… you want the story in short? … er… *sigh* fine.

Um. It ends tomorrow.

Oh… you want it a bit longer? Hmmm, I think I can do that.

So under circumstances which I won’t go into, I found myself in possession of a one month gym membership at URAC – the gym recreation centre – the kind with like… a pool, and squash and supposedly fencing – but I never saw it. You know the kind. Like aforementioned, I give things a chance. I like trying new things. I’m good like that. So I of course embraced the idea of going to the gym wholeheartedly.

Well… after 3 weeks of avoiding it anyway.

Then I realised, I paid the money. I better get my butt down there and at least have a look around and maybe play on some of the equipment. Matt had the membership too which meant he could kinda teach me what to do.

A treadmill is a fascinating thing. But the people who use it are even more fascinating. I don’t understand. I don’t get it. You can’t accuse me of not understanding… I went on it the few times I went to the gym and… yeah, ok I don’t understand. I mean there are definitely good things about it, it tells you things like how many km you’ve run and you can make your legs go really fast, hehehe, which is really fun until… yea.. I’m sure you get my drift. It is a really weird feeling to be… running on a conveyor belt next to 15 other people running on conveyor belts though. This is a treadmill for those who don't know.

I won’t even go into some of the other equipment…

So I quickly worked out the equipment wasn’t for me. But I had a week to go and I needed to get my moneys worth so I thought I’d investigate in some classes.

Aptly named classes, slightly intimidating however. I dunno what you guys think but classes called Body Pump and Body Blast don’t really sound .. natural? I dunno the word.

I’m proud to say, I went to two classes. I tried to go to more but time ran away from me leaving assignments to drown me. The first one was Body Blast and the second one was B.A.T purely cause that was what was available at the times I went.

What is B.A.T? … Butts, Abs, Thighs.

HA. Oh gee.

Body Blast by the way was the one with the …you know steppy thing (like a platform.. where you step up and down and follow what the trainer person does while waving your arms and twirling around) B.A.T was a bunch of people doing aerobics and then way too many butts, abs, thighs exercises like Sit-ups. I was gone after 5 of them, damn my lack of stomach muscles…

It’s really kinda demeaning though when the …ah.. more overweight and you would think less fit people are still going strong and are so much more co-ordinated than you. Oh man. Both classes just further emphasised my extreme unco-ness. All the stupid little skippy things. I always seemed to do them with the wrong leg, or with the wrong arm and I nearly died trying to get my legs moving fast enough to do some kinda alternating shuffle on and off the step where my foot seriously didn’t get time to … be on the ground. Oh and it wasn't helped when Matt was standing at the window laughing at me.

But hey… that package of fun ends for me tomorrow. I went a total of 5 times and even had a shower there. Yeah! I’m hardcore.. I had a SHOWER at UNI!!! *goes to class with wet hair… why is your hair wet? Oh.. I just had a shower – at uni..!!!!!* …well I thought it was a cool thing to do. Alas, I didn’t get my moneys worth but I got pretty close.

So rest in piece B.A.T. I’ll be thinking of what could have been while I’m eating those mega wedges drowning in sweet chilli sauce and sour cream from the Unibar - or next time I make a coldrock visit. And then, I’ll make it all better by eating a carrot.

Peace owwwt with love from the Studmooofin.