Spaced out
Oct/090
Well it’s not like PMP is progressing any. Might as well blog.
I’m in a daze. Should sleep earlier probably.
What the hell is with twenty-first invites and childhood pictures? We get it, you used to be very small. Now you’re older. It’s very deep. Which is why you copied it from your friends, who copied it from their older siblings, who copied it from everyone in the entire bloody world.
I don’t even care that much, but I’m pretty pleased that my invites were original. And hey, if you make me an invite without a baby photo, statistically speaking there is a 100% chance I will date you.
I nearly forgot that I’m seeing Brick tonight. I do enjoy the Macquarie University productions. It’s fun to support Chris’ efforts and the last time I went to see something at the lighthouse theatre, I had a fantastic night. The revue was good too.
If I was a good, forward thinking friend I would have bought Chris a present and taken it tonight. Bah.
Tomorrow will be fun, I think. Looking forward to it.
3533. Curses. It feels within my grasp, yet so elusive.
This is post id 117, which makes me think of John, and then James – James for no other reason than he knows why I think of John.
There’s never enough time in the day. There’s always just enough that I think I can get away with a blog.
2 beers and a whopper : the athlete’s choice
Oct/091
This headline was brought to you by twitter, the letter L and the number 9.
I have an assignment to do. Ergo, bloggo. If blog was in the latin vocabulary, that would probably be correct even.
I’m sort of a nerd, (no, really?) so when I do something sporty it feels extra special.
I scored a goal at soccer last night. We drew with the undefeated team, and for over half the game we had a 1 nil lead.
In fact, we won 1 nil for the period of time I was on the field (i.e. 80% of the game). It’s a silly social futsal league, but hells yeah.
Also I am ok at cricket. And when I met Lizzie’s friend Jack who was formerly James’s roommate Jack I was all ‘actually we played footy once’. He remembered, and said ‘oh yeah, and there was this other guy who was pretty good and he’d played before’. I got to tell him that yeah, totes, that was actually me.
Yesterday also featured significant programming success for TRS. And after all of that I watched TV with izzy, which actually means I get to put this post in the triangle day category. Woo hoo.
Brett Lee is my new Shane Warne
Oct/090
… and other short thoughts.
Cricket’s a long game. I like it, I love it, but I can’t just sit down and watch it endlessly. Often I’ll have some manner of distraction in front of the TV, like my laptop.
But when Warney was bowling, he had my undivided attention. It was magic, and always worth it. You constantly felt that something could happen, no matter what the state of the game.
Brett Lee is the closest thing I have at the moment to a replacement for that. It’s a different sort of appeal: less guile, more grace. Always interesting, always dangerous.
I’m watching the end of the Somerset innings… it’s about all I have to blog about.
Not entirely true.
I feel like noting that today was really fun. I didn’t wake up alone. We got work done. I am still pretty good at Rock Band. I ate dark chocolate in front of cricket on the TV. I currently have a cat rubbing her head against my laptop screen.
I am pretty tired though. Also my head hurts a little. The champagne: not such a good idea.
Current plan: Finish Blackadder season four then sleep.
My hair is ridiculous.
I’m generally getting things right at the moment. This is excellent, because it’s never been more important.
I am really bad at delayed gratification
Oct/090
I should work before I have fun. I tend not to.
This results in me enjoying the day more, usually. But it will, on occasion, mean that I am up late trying to get work done.
And then I don’t do the work, because I think oh hah this would almost make a blog kind of.
I like that the only thing I really have to vent/blog about is the fact that I have too much fun.
Quick note
Oct/090
I live. Suddenly it’s October. First blog of the month. Woo. Not really.
Nobody else blogs any more. It’s a little sad. But it’s just a different method of communication – actual sadness would be a lack of communication, which is not the case.
I guess my point is that I actually don’t much care that there haven’t been many blogs. And yet I do. They’re so nice to read. What the hell is my point even?
Oh my point is that I have a long list of things to do today; blogging is not on the list. So here we are again. Things which are on the list : packing for two nights away from home to attend a party in Newcastle, packing for the five nights away I spend on holiday in Queensland, not playing xbox and getting stuff done for iphone project, other projects, blah blah etc. It’s boring. But if I do them now, I can go drinking or something.
My next two weeks are looking pretty good, I think.
Oh look I’m doing it again
Sep/090
I’m about to write something about how much I procrastinate and then make a meta reference to this act of blogging which in itself is just more procrastination. OH the irony. I’ve done this before. I really should have a procrastination category… or just rename uncategorised to procrastination, they might be the same thing. If it’s not about something in particular, it’s likely to just be an avenue of distraction.
Currently having issues with motivation and delayed gratification and other things. Most of the time.
The problem is largely that I don’t have a ‘real’ job, in that I never have to go anywhere to work. I’m not currently an employee of anyone. I’m a partner, and a sole trader. I work from home, basically. Home is also where I play, and sleep, and drink, and eat, and generally do many things which are not work.
It might help if I studied at home, which would presumably create some association between being at home and effort. But I don’t study. Assignments are a pile of nonsense left to the last minute. Exams are for the exam period.
I’m typing this fairly quickly, at least. I’m very conscious of the work I need to do. I’m also conscious of tonight’s meeting – when I want to be there, and when I need to be there. It was the same with the PMP assignment – I wanted to get it out of the way before the last minute, so that the final day could involve less work and more play. That was successful… or at least, I achieved the aim. Did I reduce the integrity and quality of the work by trying to get it out of the way? Probably.
In terms of the work I’m doing, and aiming to complete quickly, is my motivation providing additional focus, or is it inspiring least-possible-effort and short cuts?
But the work won’t get done by blogging.
Friday Fast Thoughts
Sep/090
PMP assignment was not as brutal as first imagined, just long. In fact, the main issue was that there was a considerable amount of detail that you could go into in almost every facet, so it was hard to nail down the key elements. I think it turned out okay in the end though. I’d be happy with a credit mark. And if the difference between a credit and a distinction was working more on Wednesday night and Thursday, I made the right choice.
I’m still sick. No more late nights (after tonight, actually, woo) until I’m better.
I just re-read the password protected post from about six weeks ago. Pretty interesting. I got some things right and some things wrong. A lot of it doesn’t really make sense unless I explain it, because I never really wrote it for anyone but me. I would probably show it to you, if you asked. It had a happy ending, ultimately.
Beatles Rock Band is fun, but I think the fun is 2^(players).
Several people have pointed out how close I am to graduating/finishing the semester (same thing really). I don’t want to finish this semester.
I do want to finish this blog, though. I’ve got places to be.
No touching
Sep/090
So apparently there’s someone in Bulga who really likes me. And there’s someone on level one too. Awkward. Actually I guess I can stop saying someone when I mean Lizzie. Hi Lizzie! I mean Izzy.
Thursday was heaps fun! Beatles Rock Band might just be the second greatest present ever.
I used that joke already, come to think of it. It’s allowed.
I nearly lost a drinking competition, but clearly I’m a marathon drinker and not a sprinter, and got it in the end. To be honest, I think Bill might’ve drunk more in the end. That was highly amusing. And as mentioned previously, awkward. But he only wants me for my hair.
It was noted that I haven’t blogged for a while. In explanation, I offered that it was more of an angst blog, and I had none. I don’t really want it to be an angst blog, but generally being OK doesn’t get me in the blogging mood. I have less confusing thoughts and less need for cathartic release.
I’m not generally OK though. I’m freaking awesome. I’m putting it out there on the Internet that I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
See, happiness is a little bit boring to write/read about, and I also sometimes feel like its showing off a little bit to blag about it. But then, all of my readers who have emotions (i.e. not robots) are also pretty happy at this point, I think. High-Five, team!
I just got a gingerbread man. Sweet. Pretty much every time I think life can’t get better, it does.
Win
Aug/090
You guys! Life is pretty awesome!
I don’t have a specific point, as such. I kinda just wanted to put it on the record that I had fun from the second it became August 19 to the very end of my party. I feel like I had some sort of crazy super extra long birthday.
The hangover was not quite so cool, but cricket training was fun.
I sorta missed not having Monday’s meeting, but the reason we didn’t is because it’s show time. That’s very cool.
Yesterday was awesome, but I was kinda mean to Stoive. I think he probably would have done the same thing though. That’s a lie; it’s the exact opposite of what he would have done. But I had a to-do list and got almost everything done! I was too sober to buy the PMP text book though. Also the weather. The weather was very nice. And warm.
I’m too easy. A Hindu monk was able to chat me up. Want to convince me to buy your book? Ask me if I’m in the army or the navy or a personal trainer, apparently. Still, it was fun, and I have a soft spot for monks, for secret and embarrassing reasons. I now have ‘Perfect Escape’ by Devamrita Swami and ‘Bhagavad Gita as it is’. I don’t think I’m in danger of becoming a Hindu
any time soon though, because I ate a cow for dinner. Rawr.
Mr. Monk person also didn’t believe I was from Sydney, because I was happy and smiling. And I am – nearly all of the time now. I actually don’t even care that we lost the cricket that much. So um, that’s pretty weird.
Thanks
Aug/090
So despite it featuring more slaughter than is good for your health, yesterday was incredibly, incredibly awesome.
I got a cupcake; it was delicious.
I got many birthday messages, in a variety of mediums.
I got Breakout sort of working, in just a few hours before class. I discovered it was actually pretty fun to have something on my phone that I could just whip out and show off.
I got my horrible PMP homework out of the way.
I got sick of saying I got, just now. It seems a little crude.
Steve delivered a package for TRS. Fingers crossed. (Dudes, we need to toast that on Saturday!)
I had pre-lecture drinks in the Glasshouse before class. No one showed up at first because most people were still doing the homework. You can always count on Patrick to be prepared though, and he showed up bearing loot – a pirate hat and sword. If the hat had been but a little bigger, it would’ve been perfect. I wore it during class to celebrate.
Class was eh. It’s interesting, but effort. I feel like such a baby for thinking that, but it’s really true. After 5 semesters of barely requiring any intelligent thought, UTS has pulled some sort of diabolical bait and switch.
After class: the Bavarian! Friesengeist, Franziskaner and Friends. Actually, we didn’t have Friesengeist, but I liked that aliteration too much. It was lots of fun, and a chance to celebrate with three people who can’t come to the main event. Did I mention fun?
And to get to the title of this post: James, Steve and Lizzie gave me three very cool presents.
A sneaky-diary – note paper masquerading as H. G. Wells’ The Invisible Man (how perfect is that?) .
Flight of the Conchords, which I’ve already had fun watching.
The Beatles: Rock Band (or at least the pre-order form) presented in the second greatest card I have ever seen or received in my life.
So, thanks :)