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Hmm, I’m tired. It’s only quarter to nine, but it’s been a long day. I have a little mini-presentation to do on Wednesday and I just can’t be bothered (as usual). I did get some stuff done on Sunday - in line with fixing my memory, I ran the wonderful memtest for a few hours. In accordance with Murphy’s law, it showed absolutely no errors. In the meantime, I did fun and productive stuff, like putting a speaker stand together, tidying some crap out of the way, and actually reading a bit of a book. Clever me!

Today I found myself in quite an odd situation, even if it was only for a split second. I was heading off home, and was walking through the new biology building, since my bike is parked quite close to its main entrance. This entrance takes the form of a revolving door. It’s of the hand-pushing variety, which is all fair and well, since it’s quite small, and the direction of travel is made more than obvious via push pads and large handle/bannister things. Anyways, as I walked through the open-plan main hall, I noticed that a conference was being held, as is often the case. The receptionist had put up her wonderful “Please use the revolving door. This sign exists in case you’re stupid enough to attempt to open the fire door next to it, clearly labelled For Emergency Use Only.” OK, so the second sentence isn’t actually on the sign.

The fact that this sign exists shows how difficult it is for conference delegates to handle the extreme stress caused by being present on a university campus, even if the biology department is tucked away in a corner. It came as no surprise to me then that, as I left the revolving door, meeting the cold breeze of the outside world, a man in a grey suit attempted to walk into the side of the revolving door that I had just come out of. Newton’s laws will stand in no businessman’s way when he is in a centre of tertiary education.

I, of course, was still attempting to exit the now fast-moving round case of squishy doom, but was faced by a man without fear. I had two choices: attempt to escape around the man, or make a second journey through the door and look like more of an ass than the fearless figure in front of me already was. I continued part way around the outside arc of the door, and escaped at what would normally be named the “entrance” to the machine. Leaping quickly, I avoided being crushed by the second sector, approaching rapidly from behind. I felt the rush of compressed air leaving the narrowest of gaps blowing into my neck. Slyly catching my breath and moving swiftly off, I hear the poor creature mutter “Thanks.” Presumably he thought I’d held the door open for him.

I win.

It’s late and I’m waiting for my music playlist to finish, so here’s a nice follow up from the last entry. Or something.

Currently completed off list:
Revision cleaned off floor (and promptly replaced with other crap), the random chair has been removed, the battery has been ordered (but has not yet arrived), I have sold one pair of speakers (still loads of stuff to go), I have done a little guitar practise, I have a double duvet now, and I have done some photoshop.

That means that the following have not yet been carried out:
Haircut. God damn I need one. RAM doesn’t work yet, room is still a mess with stuff lying around, the layout has not changed (and probably won’t, on second thoughts), I don’t (quite) have a girlfriend, I have read absolutely nothing, the yoghurt went off, no movies have been selected, the printer is still dead, the perspex is still uncut, the microphone is still flat on the desk, the website has not advanced much, I haven’t learned any new cooking recipes, I still have a lot of chocolate (to share with future girlfriend?), my wardrobe has not expanded, my mouse has not increased in mass, the speaker has not been raised up a foot, and I am still lazing.

That second paragraph is somewhat thicker than the first.

On the plus side, Tesco sells dried, ready-to-eat papaya in a bag. Yum. Playlist is over, time for bed at the wholesome hour of 4AM. Good night.

Exams suck. No really, they do. Though everything seemed to float by pretty smoothly this year (as opposed to the incredible feeling of “oh shit” last year), nothing could make me feel more relieved than getting back to a normal student rhythm. Modules this term are actually looking pretty interesting, with even the maths appearing doable at first sight.

With the frightening regularity of it all, a new feeling is entering the fray - I feel like a sack of tatties (that’s potatoes to you southerners). I’ve ceased doing anything, with the height of activity being hoovering the house on Sunday - after waking up in the afternoon of course. There’s been a shocking lack of photography on my behalf, and there’s loads of other stuff to do as well. Even simple things. I need a haircut, but the hairdresser I went to has closed up. All I need is a new hairdresser. I haven’t looked yet.

I do make plans. Making plans doesn’t require any effort, and so seems a safe bet. I am going to (really I really am) play around with my PC tomorrow to get the memory working properly, and rearrange some of the hardware inside. I am going to clean all the revision off the floor. I have stuff in my room that needs to be tucked away properly. I might rearrange the room. There’s a random chair here that I don’t use and can go elsewhere. I have an old cheap-as-chips laptop here that needs a battery. Appallingly, I have a love interest that I need to pursue (dear god I hope she doesn’t read my site). I have books and magazines to read. I have stuff to sell. I need to practise the guitar some more. I need to finish the yoghurt before it goes off. I need to pick some movies in advance that I’m going to watch on the way back home, now that the MP4 player actually works. I might have to consider getting a new printer, since the yellow seems to have stopped working forever. I have some perspex that needs to be cut (PC again). I need to get bedding for a double bed (not directly related to love interest). I need a desktop microphone stand. I need to do some real maintenance to this website, and get some graphics going. I have a photoshop project that I need to finish. I need to check out some recipes which I should try making. I have a lot of chocolate that needs eating. I should get some new t-shirts. I need to make my mouse heavier. I need to put a speaker stand together to get the speaker at the right height. And, quite simply, I need to throw some stuff out, like my lazy ass attitude.

So, tomorrow (well, later today), I’m going to be nice and geeky, and on Thursday, try to be nice and romantic.

Yup, I need to be myself again.