last legs, old school

i need more hours in the day. to be fair, though - like everybody else, i'd probably manage to overbook those as well.

yesterday:

yesterday morning was tough. i bladed slowly so as not to over-exert myself, and was doing fine right until i snagged a strange, curved metal hook attached to the edge of the pavement exactly where i'd chosen to hit the road. and so i hit it directly, hands first. my pads did a good job of protecting me, although my elbow scraped in my twist to protect my new phone...

the day began with a lesson on ancient trance parties... maybe i should have slept a little, because i spent most of it trying to keep my eyes open...
i did perk up a little when the air-conditioner broke down and rained on our row.

net profit from the class: i've made a connection with a community of LARPers and found another fellow student interested in anime evenings :)

stg's not into english: it turns out she thought it was the way to become an english instructor. we had a chat about her options; that was followed up by a non-argument with pg over lunch. a lot of our arguments are based on a lack of communication. basic stuff, like what we're arguing about. it's very frustrating. even more so when i'm completely buggered.

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the speeches at the strike were powerful and poignant. i especially appreciated them making fun of our prime minister for not coming... he was asked (indirectly) to please come out and tell the truth; the truth is that he's doing whatever he can to protect his coalition government instead of whatever he can to take care of his country. we then took to the street to sit and chant.

who knows - maybe we can get something back?

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i tried to nap on the grass, but one of pg's classmates sat down and made ridiculous statements about drug usage. i thought my old flatmate would beat anyone in a bong-smoking competition, but on the assumption that the girl on the grass wasn't lying she'd actually come second. and that's a girl who used to freak out my friends who smoked by consuming so much. [and i had to chuck out the dirty water every morning, even though i wasn't smoking. not cool]

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i'd forgotten the readings for the third class, and forgot (again) to sort them out between first and second. i'm already behind on a lot... nooooooooo pressure...

during the second class i raised a point that the 19th century attitude to the power of painting was not unlike our present attitude towards technology (see: singularity)... none of the class had heard of the creepy ms kid.

in response to my sharing one of pg's cookies with some classmates last week, one of them baked a brilliant batch and brought them for us all! passing it forward :P

i wasn't focused during class, although it was an interesting one. a friend of one of the girls i met on the grass on wednesday requested friend status on facebook, and her profile was so unclear that i wasn't sure that i hadn't met her. i hate it when people do that. i don't need facebook friends that i've never met before... awkward :S

one of the girls put her coffee cup on the floor and it spilled (almost getting to my bag. she didn't need to apologize, shit happens. she did need to put the cup in a smarter place though. she didn't, and she tipped it again :/

-- in class: a focus on smoothness of skin, in memory of vision and the normative --

i managed to ruin the discussion on amaze but pointing out the possibility of interpreting it as being about the hands of her lover. we know it's about tuberculosis, so that arbitrariness made everyone laugh inappopriately and we quickly moved to to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window... a poem expressing the desire to be a zombie :S

a quick and tidy blade home, a quick shave (i'm experimenting with a soul patch), and it was time for a family dinner with pg's. including her dad, so i've finally met him. it was a great evening (although i really should have mentioned being lactose intolerant before hearing the menu :$)... except for another non-argument with pg at the end. it was only during our walk and talk home that i began to understand why it keeps happening...

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today:

the day began with a meeting; things seem alright, and i think that i'm going to be going the way of the free agent. he gave me a programming exercise to prove myself.

i went the wrong way in my search for laces for my rollerblades, but was rewarded when a cyclist ride past wearing identical iridium jawbones - i had to smile.

i got my first student discount today: i bought printing paper :P

i bought chocolate for pg, laces for my rollerblades, beer for my fridge, and then returned home to continue prepping my pc for development. this is hard work.

nystire came over to pick up some things he left behind the other day and help me with my installation woes (still no sound from windows). he had to leave, but not without hearing a whole lot of advice that i threw at him concerning his decision to stay in service or be released. i don't have a problem with him staying if he wants to, but to be stuck in a situation that makes you unhappy because you don't realize how much easier things are if you choose differently is fantastically silly.

while he was here... i found my old poetry collection! *SO* pleased! i've already added a couple to the other side :)

i went for breakfast with ze british german, and we'll be meeting again on tuesday to see if we're going to be working together. i gave myself a programming exercise to prove myself.

i've spent the time since i got back configuring my pc - this is hard work. and airplay's new app wizard is a right bastard.

i must thank protoplasm for introducing me to jeff kollman - he's been in the background this entire post and is frikkin' AWESOME.