Daylight savings

I really don't understand the idea behind daylight savings. Setting the clocks back just means that the sun sets at a ridiculous 5.30pm, shops get to close earlier, and everyone who wasn't paying attention in general arrives an hour early for appointments, looking really stupid. Just like the ten or so people who walked in halfway through the 9.30am service because they thought it was the 11.30am.

Maybe students'll actually be on time to lectures tomorrow - just for one day, until they catch on of course, because it's impossible to have the whole course turn up for even one lecture on time - it breaks all the laws of reality. Haha.

Oh, and Happy Halloween.

Stone-age speeds

I've been waiting for Gunbound to download for two hours. Weng's asked me to play with him because no one wants to be on his team, so how could I say no? Anyway, I've also been downloading and installing a whole bunch of other stuff because when my computer got violated, it took away all the essentail setup files and left me with a useless bunch of crap - or that's as far as I can gather.

He's playing GB right now and I swear he's on auto:
Me: I think I should change the picture on my blog, it makes me look really fat.
Him: Fat? No, you're not fat. It's a good picture.
Me: Hey, can I have my waterbottle? (right next to his computer)
Him: Huh? What? Waterbottle? Don't you have it? It's not here...

I'm still really bored. I overslept this morning after forgetting to set the alarm last night, and made it to school in fortyfive minutes - Weng packed my lunch and made me a hot drink (the darling). Caught the second half of what felt like a completely unproductive tutorial - I did half of a question (that still isnt right) and learnt about another project and yet another deadline. The afternoon wasn't much better: Managing People in Organisations, which I didn't attend. I mean I can read the text in ten minutes, why sit through an hour of him reading it out to us.

Aboslutely thrilled about the progress tests coming up, I'm all ready to break the monotony of our daily lobotomies. Wahey.

Laundry madness

It's the attack of the dirty laundry. It's spilling out of bags, out of the toilet door, almost out of my room. I don't even know where it all came from! My piles of clean clothes on my shelf doesn't look any less, yet the laundry pile seems to have propogated. It's driving me nuts - no matter how many loads I do - and I'm washing and hanging as fast as I can, I can't even seem to put a dent in it. I didn't come here to study, I came here to do laundry...+grr+

I've also hit a cleaning phase and it's suddenly dawned on me that we don't have a living room, we have a rubbish tip.