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However, I also have a maths exam on my birthday. This does not, needless to say, make me a happy bunny.
Now, everything will be just fine so long as the 'take exams in college' thing just happens to all the exams even though I don't get extra time for maths. If they make me walk all the way to Senate House for 9am on my birthday for a maths exam, I will be even more unhappy.
Yes, I know everyone else has to put up with things happening miles away at 9am. That's not the point. (Or, well, it is the point, but I'm selfish, mmkay? And lazy.)
Today was about half as productive as it should have been, and I think that's a little on the optimistic side. After spodding from 8am to noon, I finally dragged myself to town in order to find walking shoes and a protractor. I managed the latter but the former only come in suede and Expensive. I wish I could just buy Another Pair Of The Shoes I Already Own And Like Very Much. I would pay quite a lot for them. However, nobody appears to be making anything remotely similar right now.
Then I went off to Cockroft Four to get Java Tick 4 done. After getting hopelessly side-tracked with making a 'better' (read - hacky, ugly and terrible) version of what I was doing, and working out what was making bluej hang (wouldn't close, wouldn't be killed, still seemed to work except for the closing bit...), I realised that it was almost 3pm, when I'd signed up to do the CLC 24-7 prayer thing for an hour because nobody else had as of that morning.
I went down to 25 Portugal Place, this time not getting hopelessly lost or nervous, and followed the signs down to the basement, where two people were finishing off the hour before. I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to pray for a whole hour, my current track record with prayer not being great, but I was determined to try. The others packed up and left, and a few minutes passed; then a lady I hadn't really met before came in and was very surprised to find me there, as she'd put her name down for this slot seeing it was empty on the lists up on the walls in the room (I'd only signed up that morning).
She bustled off again, and I thought nothing of it, and continued; wrote lots of stuff because the act of writing stuff down makes me think of things to pray about. Was just finishing a bit of poetry when she returned, apologised for being abrupt, and we sat and prayed together (mostly for the Summer Blast event and unity between Fusion and CICCU). She introduced herself and asked me who I was, and at about twenty past four she left again. I only noticed at that point that it was twenty past four, but decided that it was obvious the 4pm person wasn't coming along and so I should stay. Wrote some more things and pinned stuff up around the room, and about 5pm someone who was not the person who had signed up arrived, and then Geoff who had arrived, and we arranged to meet up this evening about cell group stuff and I left.
Went to Sainsburies to buy pitta bread. No pitta bread existed. The shelves were also pitifully empty of pre-sliced bread in bags, which might also have done. I got hot cross buns and white wheat tortillas, because they were bread-like substances with reasonably long sell-by-dates. Realised as I got to the checkout I probably should have got some cheese or ham or something to make lunches with. Looks like I'm in town tomorrow visiting Marika anyway, so will get some then.
Got back to college full of good intentions about tidying my room and doing some Probability work. Spodded. Ate. Spodded some more. It's now suddenly become 10:15pm and the back of my neck is making 'get off the computer now' noises.
Now, everything will be just fine so long as the 'take exams in college' thing just happens to all the exams even though I don't get extra time for maths. If they make me walk all the way to Senate House for 9am on my birthday for a maths exam, I will be even more unhappy.
Yes, I know everyone else has to put up with things happening miles away at 9am. That's not the point. (Or, well, it is the point, but I'm selfish, mmkay? And lazy.)
Today was about half as productive as it should have been, and I think that's a little on the optimistic side. After spodding from 8am to noon, I finally dragged myself to town in order to find walking shoes and a protractor. I managed the latter but the former only come in suede and Expensive. I wish I could just buy Another Pair Of The Shoes I Already Own And Like Very Much. I would pay quite a lot for them. However, nobody appears to be making anything remotely similar right now.
Then I went off to Cockroft Four to get Java Tick 4 done. After getting hopelessly side-tracked with making a 'better' (read - hacky, ugly and terrible) version of what I was doing, and working out what was making bluej hang (wouldn't close, wouldn't be killed, still seemed to work except for the closing bit...), I realised that it was almost 3pm, when I'd signed up to do the CLC 24-7 prayer thing for an hour because nobody else had as of that morning.
I went down to 25 Portugal Place, this time not getting hopelessly lost or nervous, and followed the signs down to the basement, where two people were finishing off the hour before. I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to pray for a whole hour, my current track record with prayer not being great, but I was determined to try. The others packed up and left, and a few minutes passed; then a lady I hadn't really met before came in and was very surprised to find me there, as she'd put her name down for this slot seeing it was empty on the lists up on the walls in the room (I'd only signed up that morning).
She bustled off again, and I thought nothing of it, and continued; wrote lots of stuff because the act of writing stuff down makes me think of things to pray about. Was just finishing a bit of poetry when she returned, apologised for being abrupt, and we sat and prayed together (mostly for the Summer Blast event and unity between Fusion and CICCU). She introduced herself and asked me who I was, and at about twenty past four she left again. I only noticed at that point that it was twenty past four, but decided that it was obvious the 4pm person wasn't coming along and so I should stay. Wrote some more things and pinned stuff up around the room, and about 5pm someone who was not the person who had signed up arrived, and then Geoff who had arrived, and we arranged to meet up this evening about cell group stuff and I left.
Went to Sainsburies to buy pitta bread. No pitta bread existed. The shelves were also pitifully empty of pre-sliced bread in bags, which might also have done. I got hot cross buns and white wheat tortillas, because they were bread-like substances with reasonably long sell-by-dates. Realised as I got to the checkout I probably should have got some cheese or ham or something to make lunches with. Looks like I'm in town tomorrow visiting Marika anyway, so will get some then.
Got back to college full of good intentions about tidying my room and doing some Probability work. Spodded. Ate. Spodded some more. It's now suddenly become 10:15pm and the back of my neck is making 'get off the computer now' noises.
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Date: 2004-04-19 02:25 pm (UTC)From:No pitta bread existed.
That's a pitty.
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Date: 2004-04-19 03:34 pm (UTC)From:As for food tomorrow, I have a morning free, and I think I'll bring something substantial to D&D. If you can get me (expected) numbers by midday, that would be handy. (No idea what, yet, but I know your foibles).
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Date: 2004-04-19 09:39 pm (UTC)From:The buying of new walking boots has more to do with what my mother thinks makes a good set of walking boots than what actually does; anything that looks like a trainer is right out. (I did go and look in Gray's Sports, but the offerings were insufficiently impressive-looking.)
Yes, I am still awake rather than recently woken.
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Date: 2004-04-20 04:16 am (UTC)From:That or Open Air shoe shop, and get some solid leather ones (if you're doing it properly).
Edith reported on your state-of-consciousness. I'll do my best to take administrative burden off of you while you wake up this afternoon. I'll do something for food. Ought to decide what pronto.
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Date: 2004-04-19 03:38 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2004-04-20 12:46 am (UTC)From:I had a Canadian Studies exam on my birthday in first year though - maybe it's a first year thing?
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Date: 2004-04-20 02:23 am (UTC)From:(But this year I had to go back to work after christmas on it :/ )
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Date: 2004-04-20 02:33 am (UTC)From:I've suffered the 'I just want another pair or these' problem with shoes: Marks and Sparks did trainers briefly, and very good (and reasonably priced) trainers they were. Sadly it seems that they decided that trainers were not in with their image and now only sell silly and quirky shoes (that's my theory anyway, maybe they just didn't sell well).
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Date: 2004-04-24 11:37 am (UTC)From:Well done on praying for two whole hours!! And yes, it does get confusing (and highly irritating) when people don't turn up for their slot, especially late at night. I did a lot of late night emergency cover and security shifts for the last one, and only kept my job because everyone else in the office was on holiday, and so no-one saw me turning up at 10.30 in the morning having had 4 hours' sleep, or leaving randomly at 3.00 in the afternoon to lock up 25PP because the allotted person didn't show up. Maybe this explains why I wasn't too motivated to get involved this year...