You know, I really shouldn’t knit,
a) When it’s bordering the very late hours of the evening
b) When i’ve had some wine
c) When I’m in the middle of watching a movie
or
d) When I’m ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Or maybe I should just learn to read instructions. Regardless, now I have to go back about seven rows just to fix up something I should have done in the first place. Typical!

Knitting aside, EPIC SHAME ON ME! I could not suck more at blogging at of lately. I keep wanting to go and blog, but I get distracted by things like The Sims 2, knitting, The Sims 2, TV, The Sims 2, Uni work … Ohh my bed looks so comfy right now .. nah… I’ll play some Sims.

I wish I had a better excuse to explain my suckage, but it really is as simple as that. I did think about coming up with some far fetched excuse like that my mum was abducted by aliens and I had to travel into the depths of space to bring her back home, or that Elyse kidnapped me and kept me hostage in the back of her closet, feeding me on food scraps, and peanut butter she scraped off her sex midgets… But alas, no. It is a silly little computer game which allows me to play God which as been absorbing all my time.

Yes. I finally bought the Sims 2 and various expansions for Mac. I have a perfectly fine working copy of the game and most of the expansions for Windows, but thanks to the Bill-Gates asskissers that are Maxis, who won’t acknowledge the wonder that is Steve Jobs, I don’t have a cross-compatible game, and have to buy new ones. You know, they really could learn from Blizzard in that sense.

Back on topic … So, I’ve been abusing the game, making my little minions Sims do petty little tasks… Have Dinner, Take Bubble Bath, Teach toddler to talk, Have affairs with four other sims half your age and break up with your wife, Die when the hot tub catches fire and your ex-wife doesn’t care enough to extinguish the flames … Sad, but true. I am a vengeful God. All in all, i’ve been enjoying the game. I think I’m starting to get over the “OMFG I CAN FINALLY PLAY THIS AWESOME GAME AGAIN” phase now, and should be back to normal within a week, but it’s been almost two years since I played the game, so i’m lapping up all the excitement (and new expansions) that I can … At least until The sims 3 is released.

OKAY, enough about The Sims. Uni has been kicking me in the arse repeatedly to the point where I sit in my lectures thinking up all the horrible ways that my lecturers could be tortured, much like they’re torturing me. Death by essay paper is looking exceedingly entertaining as we go on …

Seriously though, my lecturers are quite cool. My Biometry lecturer is quite possibly mentally unstable. He prances around the lecture room, shouts at random intervals, does jigs when he feels like it and .. oh… He brings his ventriloquist dummy to class regularly. My Geography lecturer appears to be turned on by death, high death tolls, and epic ways to die … He gets all excited and giggly when he starts talking about deaths due to natural disasters, and is quite sadistic. Especially when there’s Lava involved. Sadly, my Chemistry lecturer is as boring as fuck, but the lectures are quite interesting so it’s not too much of an issue.

I gave myself a mild panic attack and break down the other day. I’d been in one of my down-and-depressed-but-have-no-reason-to-be moods all day, and I finally got around to starting my assignment, and just did not get it. At all. I couldn’t do even a simple probability question. And I broke down, and cried, and wanted to drop my class, and curl into a ball and die. I’m fairly sure James was about ready to lock me into a nice, cushy padded room. Thankfully he was patient, and the next day we worked through the assignment together. Still, what the!? Could my mood have been more retarded!?

So what else is up in the world of Sarah? My tattoo has healed up perfectly, albeit a little itchy. I started a diet two-and-a-bit weeks ago (A liquid diet, will explain in another blog) and have thus far lost over 3kgs. I’m enjoying the diet too because it’s so easy, and I only have to worry about dinner.

That’s pretty much it. If you read all of this novel you really do deserve a medal.

Yeah, i uploaded a new theme. I’ve been searching for one for a few days, and finally found one which was simple enough for me to edit a little bit, but not have to change much. I like the result of this one! :)

I was on the train yesterday, on my way to visit James, and there was a woman sitting across me who was an asthmatic, or so I could tell from the ventolin inhaler she was holding. About halfway through the trip, she pulled a packet of cigarettes from her bag as she shuffled through it to find something.

I really couldn’t understand the decision this woman decided to make. Smoking, and yet she’s an asthmatic? Every asthmatic i’ve ever known is affected, even just somewhat, by cigarette smoke - and that’s just in passing. I couldn’t even begin to describe what would happen to some of the asthmatic people I know if they began smoking on a regular basis. Sure, some people aren’t too affected by cigarette smoke, but surely it’s not helping anything? Yes, i know it’s not my place to be telling people to smoke or not to smoke: I don’t care that you’re potentially giving yourself lung cancer and other respiritory problems: I just think it’s particularly silly that you’d choose to. *shrugs*

Hmm. Time for a shower, I think. :)

Edit: I edited and re-organised my Sarah page. :) :)
Edit Edit: I added a non-sponsored-post RSS feed into my sidebar and a little disclaimer. :)

The next time you want to set us an assignment, it’d be much appreciated if the assignment rundown (that is: everything we need to know in order to code the damn assignment) was included into the coursebook. It’d be even nicer if we’d covered the code in the lectures.

Seriously, sitting there for TWO HOURS trying to figure out what the FUCK the assignment was asking me to do was NOT time that I had to waste. Spending another hour searching the computer science forums only to find that half of the people enrolled in the paper couldn’t figure out what the fuck to do either simply added further frustration. Clearly the assignment does NOT MAKE SENSE if there are so many people confused out of their minds.

Next time:
1. Explain it better on the assignment handout
2. Perhaps include a chapter about it in the freaking coursebook
3. Give us more than a goddamned week to do it.

God, how hard is it to write something that is understandable these days?

No love,

Me.

It’s so typical. Just when you think something is over, hell breaks loose and the case is re-opened. Ugh.

Yesterday we were setting up our majorworks for the exhibition. I took my bag containing my printed panels up to the exhibition room and pulled them out. As I pulled the fourth one out, I started having my first heart attack of the day: The print had buckled on the foamboard, meaning it had produced huge waves in places. As I stood shaking, my art teachers had to peel the print off the foamboard so we could attempt to re-mount it at recess. End drama one.

My art teacher and I headed to the art room at recess to re-mount it. We tried using rubber cement, which dried before we had a chance to place the print on-top of the foam board, so we had to cut some more foam board and decided to attempt the adhesive spray again (which is what we had used initially.) - That was successful, so my teacher told me to keep rubbing the print flat every few minutes or so in order to make sure it didn’t buckle again. End drama 1.5.

About half an hour had passed, and I figured that it was ready to be put up on the exhibition wall, as it hadn’t buckled or bubbled at all. I placed it up, stood back, and burst into tears: There were indents in the foamboard, and because the print itself had been removed from foamboard previously, there were creases in the print itself. End drama two.

In order to solve the problem, I had to get my friend to call her father and see if he could re-print the final panel for me. Thankfully, he was more than happy to do it. Unfortunately, I had to miss several hours of school (of which I missed a relatively important biology lesson and lunch) in order to get a copy of the .jpg file and take it up to the printers. I then spent another hour or so running back to the printers to pick it up, and running around my school in an attempt to find velcro which I could stick the final (and non-dented) panel up with. End drama 3.

All in all, I’m glad this week has ended. It’s been a pretty shitty week, even when I take my birthday into comparison. Hopefully this time next year will be less drama-ful.

Anyway, even though it’s 8.15, i’m going to bed. I’m exhausted, and I want to sleep this week away. I was planning on uploading some photos of my printed majorwork, but unfortunately I can’t do anything like that until after it’s been marked, which will probably be October some time.

Two more weeks to go. Couldn’t be fucking happier!

Well, lately, i’ve been seeing a lot of homophobia, ignorance towards homosexuals, and plain.. well.. Discrimination. I’m so, so sick of it. It’s all over the internet, all over the news.. Hell, it’s even in public! I’m growing tired of people being so ignorant to the fact that in this day and age there are people with different ideas. If these ideas involve loving someone of the same sex, sobeit.

Sure, people may not agree with same sex marriages (take John Howard for example) - So, why should homosexuals not be given the right to marry? Marriage is just an exclamation of one’s love for another, is it not?

Yes, i’m partly atheist. I know that many many many people believe that homosexuality is a sin, and sure, the bible might say so. I’ve been at a Christian school long enough to know that God loves EVERYONE, regardless of their sins, or whether they love them back. Just because homosexuals are apparently “sinful” doesn’t mean God loves them any less than he loves heterosexuals.

I just wish people would cut homosexuals a bit of slack. Give them the opportunity to love who they please: If you’re allowed, then why not them?

Note: I don’t want discriminatory comments against me for expressing my opinion, or discriminatory comments against homosexuals OR heterosexuals. If you hate homosexuals/heterosexuals/me, keep it to yourself, because really, claiming how much you hate them/me and why they don’t deserve stuff is just going to anger me even further.