Invisible Man In my defence, Officer… everyone else was doing it

December has Days

You know Days? The big ones. Birthdays. Christmas Day. Boxing Day. Easter Sunday. They’re fun. December has many, including UTS results day and pivot day.

This is weird, blogging without angst. I would say that I can’t even remember what writing an angsty post is like, but since I decided to share the contents of my last protected post with its subject, I’ve been forced to relive it.
I’m unhappy with that sentence, but I will struggle on.
For those of you keeping score at home, trying to guess the content of protected posts, you receive five points for ‘Lizzie’. (Two points for ‘A Girl’,  no points for ‘list of words that link words, groups or clauses’)

UTS Results day: resulted in no complications. I was pleased.

Regarding each subject:

• TRS work was approximately a billion times more useful than doing BPITS
• PMP provided less value than actually (semi/vaguely/barely) managing real project
• Game Dev was not the best new thing I tried last semester

And yet, I probably would’ve been quite disappointed if I’d gotten a credit. Luckily, I scraped home in BPITS and had no worries for the other two. I finish my degree with a solitary credit, from first semester: a result of my apparent inability to communicate. I blog to banish that demon, and therefore hold myself to be (officially, pending graduation)  pretty damn awesome.

Pivot Day: Poorly named, because the pivot in question actually referred to August 26, 10:30 PM rather than December 22, 12:15 AM.

The pivot in a situation is the most important thing which everything else is based on or arranged around.
Definition

I was teasing Lizzie about Pivot Day for a while – telling her of its occurrence but not its meaning. Worth it. As of Pivot Day (or maybe ‘Pivot Time’ is more applicable because it occurred at a precise instant in Time), I have been going out with my girlfriend for a longer time than I wanted to be calling her my girlfriend.
I’m funny, which I here use in the Elizabethan sense. (I’m also funny, in the widely-used ‘hilarious’ sense)

A thought that occurs from time to time is that I’ve learned so much about life and love this year, but to what end? Suggesting that I will get to apply those lessons and thus not repeat previous mistakes implies that my current relationship will end at some point. In the same way, I suppose, questions of religion and the after life do not interest me because they operate under the belief that my life must end.
I’ve already promised that neither of these things will occur.

I don’t even like thinking about it.

Christmas Day: it’s fun when the best present was already in your bed.

Boxing Day: ends with a happy surprise for someone, I hope.

Seven

Well it’s been a while since I blogged. A month, even. Hence, this is seven. I guess that makes it 7 months post-lol.
A few years back my mother was using MSN and thought lol meant lots of love. So, lol@AdamHills leading to lol@xoxelizabeth. That is both nice and nerdy at the same time.

It’s been a good month.

This next month should be nice too. It contains pivot day. (I need a better name, probably)

I need to spend a lot of the month working though! Can’t really complain, when the pay is so good. I just have too many balls to juggle, sometimes. It’s handy to have help in these endeavours. There’s a dirty joke just begging to get out there.

Ricky Gervais’ The Invention of Lying was pretty good. Nice concept, with a poke at religion that amused me.
New Moon was hilarious.

I’m starting at [Three Letter Acronym] in March. I wonder if my letter helped. The first month of that will probably be quite a lot of fun. The rest? Who knows.