O2 Week: Kids Party

Bonus points if you can name all three of the dances being uh performed here.







Still to come because SOME people don't understand how to upload alllllllllll their photos to Facebook: my amazing victory over Jordan (and everyone else obviously) in Musical Chairs: The Use Your Arse Years.

Far Far Away

I've been back here for a whole week. I can't figure out if it seems longer or shorter than that. On the one hand, it seems like a long time ago that I was warm. On the other hand, it's hard to believe that one thirteenth of my semester (and therefore one thirteenth of my essay-writing time) has already gone.

Besides all that, that means it's taken me only/a whole week to post a post about what I got up to when I was home.

Basically, I worked. And I went to the markets. (Late. Sorry Carla.) But I don't have photos of those. Things I did that I have photos of include:



Carla and I have now had drinks in Shennanigans in two states ...

... I woodturned a Buckingham Palace guard, and a bowl ...

... I went to the beach (where the sun and the heat live) ...

... and I learned how to play chess (not).

Don't you just love my drawings there?

Hell Day

Things I have learned in my first two days at uni:

FROM ENGL2508: CRIME FICTION AND FILM: FROM POE TO THE POSTMODERN

Books are still being banned. Dymocks at Marion refuses to order The Killer Inside Me byJim Thompson. Dude, it's a set text. You will make a killing (hee!) off Flinders Uni if only kept a few copies behind the counter.

FROM ENGL2110: WRITING AND DESIGNING FOR THE WEB

We've already covered this but it seems we have to do it again. If you are a teacher of internetness-slash-computer programming or whatever, it doesn't inspire much faith if you can't press F5, or even go Slideshow - View Show, but instead click through the individual slides while they're still in the editing pane thingy.

FROM HIST2050: THEMES IN AUSTRALIAN SOCIAL HISTORY

1. Do not brag about your timetable. You will receive a letter from your letter stating that they've had a look at your timetable, noticed that you have eleven am Tuesday free, and that they've moved you into that tut time. They do not mention if they've noticed that you already have four classes in a row on that day, and that one makes five THANKS A FREAKING LOT.

2. Students in this class are expected to sixteen hours a week for this class.
2.1 Students overall are expected to do thirty hours a week per class.
2.2 Some basic maths.

24 hrs in the day x 7 days = 168 hrs in the week.
30 hrs per class x 4 classes = 120 hrs of work per week.
8 hrs of sleep x 7 nights = 56 hrs of sleep per week.
168 hrs in the week - 56 hrs of sleep per week = 112 hrs available.

Hours available in the week = 112 hours.
Hours of work "required" = 120 hours.

Hmmm. Yeah, ok.

3. Lecturers are stupid. This maybe doesn't mean you should have a go at them in the very first class. My bad.

FROM HIST2059: COLONIES, EMPIRE, AND REVOLUTION: BRITISH NORTH AMERICA 1500-1800

"Be cautious in use of the internet." No really! Look out! Something may fall on your head! Or a trapdoor may suddenly spring open! Or the booby-trap with the knives that fly at your head will be activated if you're not being cautious. Phew. Glad I've been warned.

FROM AWESOME LISA THE TUTOR

If you do good stuff throughout the semester, and impress on your tutor the necessity of you getting a Distinction in the topic, they will give you a good mark in your final essay, even if - and I quote - some of your statements are not as clear as they could be [and] the writing lacks some of your usual 'sparkle' (and has uncharacteristic typos!).

Meanwhile, Back at the Hall

I'm back. It's cold.

Also: I read Harry Potter. And I moved my room around. I'm sure you can guess which order those events happened in.



Actually first, there was a fire alarm, just as Tait and I shut the back gate. And no, the two events were not related. Apparently, it was the fourth in three days. (The one at four that afternoon was the fifth.) So that was exciting.

Then I decided that it was too cold to ride to Marion for my book, but I stole borrowed Rashelle's car keys, and kidnapped Bristol (new girl, no idea how you spell it; it's quite possible she thinks I'm completely insane), and off we drove to Marion. We got there by about 8:00 which was about 30mins later than I'd planned, but considering my plane was late and there was a fire alarm, that wasn't too bad.

Of course there was a huge line, but a nice girl from Boost Juice conned us out of ten bucks in exchange for some smoothies so we were happy for a while. Until we realised that icy drinks in winter were maybe not such a great idea. Eventually the line moved, people counted down, and everyone started to get their books.

One mentally imbalanced person read the last page and started SCREAMING. And screaming. We could hear her screaming all the way to the escalators where I'm assuming someone pushed her and she was knocked unconsious which stopped the noise. Luckily for her, she didn't read it outloud as some idiot did when another Hallie was in the line.

We got home by 9:30am and I read and read and read until 3:18pm when I finished and decided that I didn't have to kill JKR after all.



Then I moved my room around, which was a bit difficult as I can't see my floor. (And yes, that's still present tense. I kinda started to do some more today but then Rikki called and we watched Now and Then in the common room, and then I came on here, and .... yeah. No floor.)

My desk is still pretty much in the same spot, about a foot to the right. On it's left is my new tv and on it's right is my bookshelf. On the other side of the room as you can see is my Home Wall, my bed, and my pinboard. Not pictured is my reward chart and accompanying stickers which will force me to do things like run and drop and give it twenty.

And that was my weekend thus far. Tonight is the Crankin Kids Party which the first event of O2Week (and don't even get me started on the ridiculousness of having a nineties themed week when hello I was in high school when the nineties were happening which yes high school pictures are hella embarrassing but no they're not far enough away for us to be able to recognise 90s fashion when we see it compared to 00s fashion and also they had no huge theme running through it despite what you may say about grunge/short tops and too-high jeans). So. Party, yay, nineties theme, bite me.

Holidays

Being without internet for the next week (unless I steal some from the uni up here, where my username still works cos I kinda just didn't show up one semester) I feel like I should go and do some awesome post, which will be worth a whole week of ordinary posts, but I've got nothing.

Work is fine, once all the drama died down.

The weather is gorgeous. Fine and 30 degrees every single day, and pretty much confirming that I'm insane to live anywhere else.

I've caught up with most of the important people (hi Carla!) in town.

I've bought one movie ticket (Ocean's 13, meh), one smoothie and one fried ice-cream at Mindal Beach Markets, and two cocktails (a Mudslide and a mango daquiri, if that's important). I didn't buy lunch at Hog's Breath, beacause Carla is a bitchy control freak who is also awesome. Oh and I bought blank dvds which said awesome friend is going to burn stuff onto for me. (How much was that not a proper sentance?) So the saving money so I can pay off my huge credit card bill thing is going pretty well.

I've arranged my timetable for this semester and it's pretty awesome. My classes will be:
Writing and Designing for Web*
Crime Fiction and Film
Themes in Australian Social History
Colonies, Empire and Revolution (which is about America. I thought I should mention it as you really can't tell anything from the title)
*I'm planning for this to be the awesomest class ever and I really hope I'm not disappointed.
Even though I'm overloading again so I can graduate at the end of the year (this year, even) I have ZERO clashes. Other things I have (or not):
NO nine am classes
ONE ten o'clock, ONE eleven o'clock, ONE twelve o'clock, and ONE three o'clock start
(you may notice that this means I also have...)
ONE Friday completely off every single week.

I have some results back. I apparently decided to get one of every possible grade.
P - Publishing and Editing (what do I want to work in again? oh yeah, publishing and editing)
C - Museums
D - Adaptations (Thanks Awesome Lisa the Tutor, I owe you a big big drink)
I'm hoping (ha) that this means I got
HD - History
but since I already got a prelimary summary for that class that looked a lot like a C, I'm not holding my breath.

Right well turns out I did have a bit to say (I didn't say it was going to be interesting did I). I have to go home and watch Gilmore Girls now, or maybe Heroes. Keep clicking on the ScrapBlog, if you wouldn't mind; I would love a holiday.

See you when I get back to uni and my internet!

Stupid Evil Telstra

So, I couldn’t get on the internet last night. I’m typing this with no way of actually posting it. Yeah. Stupid Telstra. (I'm at uni actually, 'borrowing' their internet.)

They recently sent us a broadband pack, congratulating us on making the move from dial-up. (If I had my way, we would’ve installed it that afternoon, which would have solved this whole thing, but that’s neither here nor there.) We said thanks, I said yay let’s do it, and The Powers That Be said we’ll think about it. As they do. Say, I mean, not think.

Anyway, when I went to log on to our DIAL-UP, I couldn’t. Since the (stupid evil) people at Telstra had gifted us with broadband, they’d decided that we no longer needed our dial-up. And I’m sure you can all see what they couldn’t:
NO broadband + NO dial-up = NO FRICKIN INTERNET.

We gave them a call to abuse them see if we could fix the problem. I find it worrisome that one of the very first options is If you’re considering cancelling your account, press 2. Ahahaha. Must be a lot of people that become inexplicably annoyed when they have no internet.

The conversation concluded with the following recording: Thank you for calling Telstra BigPond: Australia’s leading internet service provider (Oh yeah? I really didn’t notice you providing any service OR internet) Please call back from 8am or visit our website at www.bigpond.com.

OH SURE. I’LL JUST JUMP RIGHT ON MY INTERNET AND CHECK OUT YOUR (STUPID EVIL) WEBSITE. THANKS FOR (literally) NOTHING, LOSERS.

RoadTrip BlogHer ScrapBlog

ScrapBlog is offering me a trip to BlogHer07. It seemed to good to pass up, so I went and created a page:



For every view of it, I get one entry. I have no idea if you actually have to click on it or if being here is enough, but just to be on the safe side, why don't you go ahead and have a look at it. Puhlease? Just for me? Cheers.

It's only one page at the moment, but when I get back to uni and my super-fast internet connection, I'm sure I will get addicted and add lots more pages then fiddle with it all for hours on end.

In the meantime, it's here and it's in my sidebar, so if you want me to go to Chicago, let your fingers do the clicking. (And if you don't, click on it anyway. Bitch.)

I always suspected

I Scored a 100%!

Mingle² - Free Online Dating

Things I haven't posted about because...I haven't got around to it yet?

Hi! I'm still alive! It's all good!

Have been meaning to post for aboooout three weeks but, obviously, haven't.

Things I was going to post about:

1. Something about that afternoon at Glenelg which was sunny and kinda NOT-freezing-cold-for-a-change where we had us some crazy silly fun.





2. That day in the mall with Eri, and the little girl who took a photo for us because I keep forgetting that random parents don't know me like my work parents do, and more silly fun at Toys R Us (but WHY IN THE HELL WEREN'T THE GREAT GLASS ELEVATORS WORKING?).



3. That evening at that chocolate place, where I learned all about chocolate and had chocolate soup and the second hot chocolate I've ever had in my entire life.



4. That night at the Fad Bar, where I busted a couple of caps in the wall, learned Swedish (you can see the sum total of my mad Swedish skillz right there on my palm), and had to have other people keep dressing me, after which we all ended up in a huddle at the bus-stop (guess who got to be in the middle because she was the only one to not wear a jacket? In my defence, I thought we'd be DANCING) singing Wonderwall.



5. That night at the airport, where the Crazy continued. Also where Eri made me cry (figuratively) and Eri actually did cry (in joy that I was actually leaving?).


if I lay here / if I just lay here / would you lie with me / and just forget the world?


6 and 7. And oh yeah, the Road Trip, which I think I'll save for another post, and what I've been up to since I got home, which...ditto (stay tuned: rooster decapitation stories to come).

Gotta go and watch Heroes now (ok, yeah, that's the extent of the excitement so far, got a problem with that? and PS there's a new poll - go click things), which DVD Guy sent me, along with a letter beginning To my dearest Missy which .... WHAT THE HELL??? This is not a complicated relationship we have going. Pay attention now: you burn me dvds, I chat with you at uni. Freak me out? No. Send dvds? Hell yes.

Letter From United

Dear MissE:

I would like to offer my personal apologies for the extended delay you experienced on your recent United flight. As promised, please accept the enclosed certificate for your understanding and co-operation in this matter, as well as a token of appreciation for your business.

Please be assured that having the safest and most reliable aircraft is one of United's top priorities. Our on-time performance has been industry-leading, and we know how important this is in your choice of carriers. We realize we fell short on this trip and look forward to building your confidence in United.

Thank you again for choosing United Airlines. We look forward to having the opportunity to serve you again at the level of performance you expect and deserve from us.

Sincerely,
Elisa Bhatia
Customer Relations.

Let's recap, shall we? I went to America in June of 2005. I returned home in September from London via JFK and LA. In LA, we were informed that a door was broken, and we would be put up in hotels for the night, the better to catch the early-morning flight they were transferring us to. I assume this is the "recent" extended delay to which this letter refers.

I am now the proud owner of a hundred-dollar United voucher. It's pretty, but as I don't plan to use it as a wall decoration, it's kinda useless to me. If anyone wants it, let me know. Just be aware that you may experience some very extended delays in any of your correspondence with them.

Here and There

Hey everyone! I'm back!

The trip was really cold and really fun. Photos and details will come. Probably. When I get around to it.

Things to do Friday and Saturday:
- early breakfast (done. and eri, the original early riser, slept in).
- lunch with DVD Guy (done. and he didn't bring me dvds. what's the go. seriously).
- stop saying seriously (not done. obviously).
- call work to make sure they have a job for me on Monday (done: "oh monday, yes we may need you... oh yes I'm sure we can um yes that will be fine." jeez).
- maybe the beach (it's sunny today. yay!) or maybe marion or maybe a movie.
- early tea.
- bus to the city.
- Pancake House for dessert.
- party at the Fad Bar wherever the hell that is, then kicking on in the city
- home and sleeeeep. and say goodbye to Bea, who I won't see again, and Shelle, who I will.
- pack.
- city for lunch and some awesome chocolate cafe thing and shopping (not that any of us have any money left or space in our suitcases).
- airport with Gma and ALyn, and Eri and Anais.
- cry.
- go.
- be hot.

Road Trip!

We're off on our Great Ocean Road/Melbourne road trip tomorrow morning.

The car is booked and we just have to pick it up in the morning. Jollan is going to drive me there to get it cos I'm letting her have the Scarlet Lady while I'm away (in Melbourne and when I go back home).

Because yes, I am going back home. Winter is cold, as it turns out, and the money does not magically appear on my credit card. (Which makes you wonder I'm going to Melbourne. But anyhow.)

We've booked accomodation along the way, and in Melbourne, and we've bought supplies for the trip: nutella, kool fruits, tuna. All the essentials.

We spent heaps of time with Ryan today who knows the area really well. He was awesome and helped us out so much. We no longer have a vague idea of kinda heading east. He's Bee's neighbour but I haven't talked to him much but he put so much effort in I was really amazed. There are some very decent people in the world.

And it was so exciting. It actually got real once we started talking and planning and buying and packing. Right now I'm typing this while my Road Trip CDs are burning... I have no idea if a Swedish and a Japanese girl will at all understand or like these songs, but I added some ABBA for Bee, and some of the pub songs they hear every time we go to Shags or the Tav, so I think we'll be ok.

The last CD is still burning so what would you like to talk about?

Ooh, I finished my essays. Did you know that? Well, I did. And I got my history one back with all my participation, oral, and essay marks as well, so I know that I passed that subject. One down, three still to find out.

What else can we talk about?

Everyone's leaving me. Eri and Bee and Anais and Renate and Twiggy and I'm forgetting someone, but they're all leaving me. Well actually, I'm leaving them which is kind of awesome. And then no-one will be here when I get back. Which won't be so awesome. Especially since we just had gotten this nice little group going with me and Eri and Bee and Anais. Luckily it was also Jollan and Rashelle so I may still have one or two friends left.

Still burning!

How was your day? Do anything exciting? What do you have planned for this week?

No seriously, cos I'm going to be away from my computer til Friday and I'm going to be hella busy between then and Saturday night when I leave so I could conceivably not write anything again til, like, Sunday. More than a week away.

So go ahead. You have to post for me. Any topic you like.

And I'm heading off to bed now (then Melbourne. Then Darwin). So have a good week. Tell me all about it.

YEAH BABY!

Oh yeah! Go me! It's your birthday!

Actually it's Renate's birthday sometime but we're going out to celebrate it tonight cos she won't be here when it actually happens which is awesome cos

WE'RE GONNA PARTY LIKE I FINISHED ALL MY ESSAYS!!!

Woohoo! And the holidays officially start ... NOW! Go party!

How am I supposed to know what day it is?

No House last night.

Stupid boys with their stupid footy.

Wizards On A Plane

Apparently, there is some big cosmic connection between me, aeroplanes, and Harry Potter books.

When the last one was released (the last one that was released, not the Last One), I was at summer camp in New York. For some reason it was too far from civilisation for me to get a copy. Actually, the nearest Walmart was like ten minutes down the road, so it can't have been that. I think I wanted it to be all summer-campish, not all scholasticalish.

And then I went to England and bought it from some English shop. A real Harry Potter book from England! And then I read it twenty-six million times between Heathrow and Sydney (including way too many times in my long long stay at JFK).

And now, it turns out, I'll be reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Plane Flight or whatever it's called, on a plane. Spooky hey. We're going to be on a tight schedule - the book will be released at midnight, so we'll have to get there heaps earlier so I don't have to line up, buy it, go home and get my suitcase (or maybe it'll come with me to buy the book) then make it to the airport by 3am, which, incidentally, is a heinous time for a flight. (It'll be fine as long as I'm not half asleep when reading it so I read the same paragraph ten times, then realise when I get here I have no idea what happened in the first five hundred pages, but I will remember some crucial plot point that ruins the rest of it for me when I do go back and read it.)

That last part came out sounding a bit negative, but really, I am very excited about this. I think I am creating a grand Harry Potter-plane tradition for myself here, plus it's the last book EVER (at least it better be) so everything will be explained and tidied up (right JKR???), PLUS it will be hilarious to see how many other people have their reading lights on for the whole flight as well.



Ok, ignore all of that. I realised that the release time is not midnight, or even 12:01, cos we're not in England (unfortunately. how cool would that be). It's 8:31am which means I will arrive here at 6:30, have plenty of time for a shower and change, then a quick ride down to Marion to line up for HP7. This also means I HAVE NOTHING TO READ ON THE PLANE.

Thanks, JKR. Well-planned. NOT.

I've now added a Polls section to the sidebar. The first one is about HP7. You can click on things! It's all very exciting. Go now!

Template Changes

As you may have noticed (and if you didn't, I'm a little worried), there is now a header image. Cool hey. And I changed some of the colours around again.

Hey, do you think I could hand the ranch in instead of an essay on Australian publishing? It's publishing, it's Australian, it'll be great! Right?

Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez.

IGNORE THE TEMPLATE ISSUES

Sorry, my bad.

Ignore the template and colours.

It'll be fixed tomorrow, promise.

Singing, Shags, Sleepover, Shh!

The last event of the semester was held on Friday: Hall Idol.

We hadn't planned to, but Eri and I sang Time of Your Life. (Even though obviously I have no business singing in public, ever, and Eri didn't know the words!) And then we cried. Which was very embarrassing.



And then we decided to go to Shags, even though it was a Friday. When we got there it was dead, of course, and the music was shit, but we (ok, I) decided to get a round of cowboys there before heading to New Yorks.



We were about to head off, when some guy called out to Rashelle. He was in the band about to come on and if we stayed, we'd get a bottle of champagne.



We ended up with free champagne for the entire night plus free Hungry Jacks from the bouncer on our way out.



The only catch was that we had to sneak in quietly when we got back: Swotvac has officially started. Y'all need to shush. This is when the all the bossy rules of the Hall really get to me. That and the freaky-ass silence.

Despite that, we had sleepover/girls night in the Basement last night. We watched Bring It On and ate lots of junk food and played Truth or Dare (cos apparently we are 13 years old). Most of all, we forgot that we had essays/pracs/exams looming which was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. (Turns out blogging works much the same way.) It will be very very sad soon cos half the girls there are leaving which totally sucks. They suck. I hate you all!

Um, anyway, point was: Hall Idol - fun. Girls night out - awesome. Girls night in - like, so much fun!

The end.

Oh ok, fine.

Essay update: one more down, one to go. Happy?

It's an awesome feeling, to realise you're about to change someone's life forever*

These girls have never heard of Bring It On.

Seriously.

*From Tomorrow When The War Began which is a seriously awesome book, almost as awesome a book as BIO is a film. Go read it. And watch it.

Pirates

I saw Pirates 3 on Tuesday (cos we're cheap students!). I don't think I liked it. I didn't think I liked the second one but it got better after I watched it again, hence my confusion over whether I did actually not like this one.

Far be it for me to complain about too much Johnny Depp (you could never have too much Johnny Depp) but I don't think I liked the multiple Jacks thing. I don't think they got too many funny lines out of it, I don't think it helped the plot along, and it was better when Captain Jack was all crazy on his own.

You could totally tell who the smart people were in the cinema. Seriously, how many Pirates movies have there been? How many of them have not had something after the credits? WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING?

Something I did like (and I totally stole this off the IMDb message board, thanks whoever wrote it) was that they all ended up where they started, and I quote: "COTBP: At the start, Barbossa is captain of Black Pearl; Gibbs is on Tortuga; Jack is on the dinghy; Will and Elizabeth are living seperate but intertwined lives---AWE: At the end, Gibbs is on Tortuga; Barbossa is captain; Jack is on the dinghy; Will and Elizabeth are the same."

I wanted there to be something more significant about the nine pieces of eight. And that line about the junk they had in their pockets at the time I thought was funny, but like most of the other funny lines, it should have been hilarious and for some reason it wasn't.

At the end of the second one I had heaps of questions - it was totally a second in the trilogy, but I didn't get a sense of discovery in the third one as if they had been clever and were tying up all the loose ends they'd left. I suppose they did tie them up, but there should have been these great reveals.

Calypso. Man, Calypso. First of all it was obvious that it was going to be Tia Dalma since they brought her along. But why bring her along? I could've done with leaving her in her swamp.* Her accent annoyed me. I wanted her to suddenly be drop-dead gorgeous when they released her(and I was even planning out how they would do it), instead she just got really big. And...turned into lots of crabs. Ok so she created the maelstrom, but then she didn't do anything. Was that the best an all-poewrful sea goddess could come up with?

*Which brings me to my next point. If you wanted another female character, how about Ana Maria, from the first one. She was pretty awesome. She could have been a sea goddess.

I was a bit dubious about them getting married of a battle but that kiss - oh my god! The hottest kiss EVER.

Keira Knightley can't act.
(Altho I did enjoy her little speech to the pirates, suprisingly.)

What was the point in having Chow Yun-Fat in the movie at all? So he could be on the poster. So he could die. Oh yeah, and so he could make Elizabeth captain (which was actually ok by me, even though it was the most obvious move ever). They should have made us care about him so that we'd care when he died, instead of being all, 'just die already and make her the pirate lord so we can move on.' Which is mean.

It was funny when they were all, 'we don't care if you kill him, he's not our guy,' and I loved how it pained Jack to say 'Captain Swann,' but they both could have been so much better moments. I don't know what you guys are doing wrong, but something wasn't quite right.

I was expecting some more significance to come from the song at the start. Apparently it signifed the gathering of the pirates or what have you. This I learned from the intrawebs.

Also. The reason Davy Jones was all tentacly was because Tia Dalma/Calypso betrayed him during his first ten years at sea. At the end, when Kiera was watching the sunset, apparently signified the end of the ten years, during which she'd been faithful, and therefore Will could come home to her. FILMMAKERS: YOU CAN'T RELY ON THE INTERNET OR EXTRAS ON THE DVD TO TELL YOUR STORY FOR YOU.

FOAD Finally

I have composed this post in my head many many times and yet all this time I've refrained from actually posting it. It's always stated that I'm not the type of person to offer up FOADs and then I don't end up posting it, probably because, well, I'm not the type of person to offer up FOADs. It seems a bit excessive.*

The time has come, however.

Much like the internet RANDOMLY NOT WORKING IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS OF UNI COULD YOU PICK A WORSE TIME OH MY LORD there is a time and a place when things could be overlooked and a time and a place when they just can't.

If I could hear anyone else's conversation/music/radio ads word-for-word while in my own room, and not be able to hear my own music (at a considerately low volume) then they sure as hell would have recieved a noise complaint long before I even yelled at them to FO(BPDD).

BUT NO.

It's ok for certain (cleaning type) people to blast their music so loud the (really really) thin walls are shaking.

*It may also be that this time I was studying for my history test (but let's not go there) and the other hundred or so times I was being WOKEN! at the crack of oh, let's say, 11:30, 12ish.

Dude get an ipod like everyone else.

The Hall Shark Special Report

Formal Dinner 2: Good vs Evil Shags Edition

I had a lovely chat last night with a fake security guard who spent the day in court because he's a drug dealer, but lost because he had a public defender, or possibly Eugene McGee, then came to Marion to drown his sorrows. He let his 'missus' drink drive, even though he himself is a really good drink driver, and she's good to his two sons, aged five and nine, the elder of which sounds like a real little psycho, who knows four-letter words starting with f that rhyme with truck, and who'd like to do things to people, with axes, but luckily, his dad took him to a different street than the one where the people had been. And he gave me a rose.

Formal Dinner 2: Good vs Evil St Marks Edition

On Thursday at tea, there were letters from the Helen (dean?) on the tables in the Dining Hall. One side was to Uni Hall, one side was to St Marks. (Obviously, both colleges got both letters.)

On the night of the "boys basketball finals" (also the night of the girls finals, but no-one cares about that), our boys lost up at main campus after being ahead with just a few minutes to go, then Flinders and Marks supporters trooped down to Sturt campus to watch the girls game, which we also lost. Stupid Marks.

Anyway, when they went to drive off, they had a bit of trouble, as someone had mysteriously let down two of their tyres. Which doesn't seem so bad but apparently a valve got broken or whatever, causing trillions of dollars of damage, which Uni Hall will be paying for.

Being an honourary member of House Committee yesterday, we had a long and oh-so-serious discussion of this over lunch. HC are all depressed, as they think that we think they're failing. Whatever!

Basically, I think it was stupid of Helen to write the letter.

She apparently didn't consult HC on this, and if she'd read their minutes, would have known they had discussed this and were planning to do ... something. Talk about it at length would be my guess.

They haven't determined who did it, even though there's a list of obvious suspects that any Hallie could give you. Without proof or a confession though, I'm not sure why we're admitting anything to Marks.

The letter to Marks also said something about retaliation, in the form of 'please don't, we can dish it out and now we're terrified you might attempt something back.'

And most of all, it seems a huuge percentage of Hallies had no idea this had even happened. I'm not sure it would have been the same at Marks, but that doesn't really matter. The point is, this has got everyone all stirred up about it, not least of all Marks, who had it pointed out to them that that we'd got them twice and they'd done jack-all, and all Hallies, not just ones who would have done something like this before we confessed without proof and handed over our money without proof and begged not to be attacked like little babies.

Anyway, how stupid are they, trying to drive on two flat tyres?


Oh, and then Bec and Helen go and dress up in Marks colours for Good vs EVIL. Way to dispell the situation there guys.

Formal Dinner 2: Good vs Evil Photo Edition

Yesterday I fulfilled my community service (for leaving my scooter at the back gate while the carpack gate was BROKEN) by helping to set up for Formal Dinner.




Pretty, hey?

Speaking of pretty: