Well it made me laugh

It's only a small thing, but it made me laugh. I've been sorting assignments and scanning them for the past 5-6 hours, so my brain put me on autopilot in 'boredom' setting. I was just scanning a large pile of C++ assignments, checking to make sure all of them were worksheet 6's and not 5's - All of them should say worksheet 6 in the assignment description, or the assignment number.

On this particular assignment, in the 'description' field, the submitter had written, "Utter Excrement".

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Wide and said you this

Went and saw a movie last night, seeing as sunday morning music practice was cancelled. It had been fine weather all day, and my day yesterday wasn't really that bad. Trevor turned up at Gardens Point (where I was working from 2-6) at about 5:40, saying he'd been rushing to get there because he thought we closed at 6pm. We close at 9:45. Anyway. He only had a little bit more of the assignment to go, so I convinced him to come to the movie as well. He agreed.

Turned up at Southbank Cinemas at 6:22, to find no one there. I had been told to meet there at 6:15 by Pauline. After a flurry of messages and a call, I found out that Pauline, Pat & Kylie were already inside the cinema. Cinema 4. The Cinema playing Pride and Prejudice. Trev arrived just at that moment, so I broke the news to him. We looked at each other with that look that just says, 'What have we gotten into?'.

Sorry for being so dramatic, I'll be a bit less like an old English novel from here on in. I didn't mind the film, but that didn't stop Trev & I from making our first ever snack trip in the middle of a movie. Neither of us have ever left a film during it to get snacks, no matter how hungry we were.

I couldn't stop laughing through this film at the wrong moments. Mr Darcy stretching his hand out because the electricity was too much (roll of eyes). The giggly girls/mother triggered my puke reflex once or twice. The blatant visual animalist metaphors did make me laugh, but there were so many of them. And when Elizabeth and Mr Darcy danced, the other people fading away? O the hilarity.

Then again, I'm in quite a cynical mood towards love at the moment, so don't take too much notice of me. Just put it down to the ramblings of a lonely old man who's too jaded for his own good.

Then again, you might see the humour in the film just as I did. For couples, this film rates 4.5 canoodling stars. For single people, this film rates 3 very lonely, chocoholic stars.

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Not my day?

Woke up this morning, prayed and had a good feeling about the day. That should've tipped me off that something was going to go wrong.

Got everything ready to go, was all good to get out of the house at 6am, except for one crucial thing - I couldn't find my motorcycle keys. I turned out my pockets, searched the house quickly, searched the car, searched the garage, searched the house again more thoroughly, searched my room, searched the lounge room, kitchen, balcony, bookshelf...

By this time it was approaching 6:30 - the time at which, if I couldn't find my keys, I would have to ride my bicycle. Physical exercise... haven't done that in a while. Luckily, just then, after two trips up and down from the apartment to the garage, I found my keys, underneath the coffee table, underneath a stray futurama dvd box set cover.

Arriving at work, I discovered that I had misplaced my Kelvin Grove key that opens the helpdesk. I know for certain I put it in my pocket this morning because I turned out my pockets to check for my bike keys. That's probably why it's no longer in my pockets. I had to get security to open up for me.

Now these guys have a keychain - an actual piece of chain, .75m long, with keys attached at every link, I'm assuming one or two links per building. They have a key for every room in every building, which is pretty cool. This security guard who came to open up for me was wearing his old army badges over his left side. A friend once told me that security guards are just kinda for show unless they're a vietnam vet - if you show them the wrong attitude, prepare for your Charlie ass to be kicked.

Once I was inside the helpdesk at KG, I found a note left for me by Anthony Swann, my supervisor. "Don't worry about any other CASS (Central Assignment Submission System) work, just scan all the returns out the back. Just look for the dirty great big pile."

To return an assignment, you first have to scan it, and then manually stamp it with a numerator. For those who go to QUT, that little 'return number' up the top right is actually us out the back with a stamp.

220 assignments later, I'm now sitting here telling all you guys about return number 5862 - 6082.

Anyway, that's my day from 5:30 til 8:30, lets see what else happens.

(Don't worry, I'm not whingeing - I realise plenty of other people have it alot worse)

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End of Semester

:)

I've finished my last assignment, and now I only have an exam to look forward to. What a way to end a year.

I'm praying for everyone out there who has lots of exams, and I'm hoping that you'll all end the year on a high note.

Congrats everyone - we've nearly survived 2005!

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My Bike... :)

My Bike, as promised. I found a funny stitching inside my jacket - not only do I have to list my name, address and phone number, but also my Blood Group - morbid!! :D

Aaron's Bday Photos

Pretty Pictures to laugh at. :)

Nah this was a combined birthday party thingy for Aaron Sloper and Belinda Webb. We had the pool party during the day at Jess Denny's place, and then at night we went out to St. Arnou and the Pig & Whistle. We wanted the night to be a classy night out for Bindi, who just turned 18. St. Arnou was classy... the Pig and Whistle was less so.