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OH! The other thing I meant to mention about the CD Assignment was that I used BARE!!! Twice! Legitimately! And Academically! WOOT!
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... in which David is the worst university student EVER!
Why, you ask? Because for my last essay, which I handed in two days late (incurring a 4% penalty), I referenced Wikipedia. Not once, not twice, but thrice! (Also, for one of them, the reference was bogus; I did not get my information there, but could not remember which page I had seen it on.) So while the late fee costs me practically nothing, given that my essay on the post-Beatles works of John Lennon is full of references to a dodgily verified Participatory Media source, four songs, a YouTube clip of an interview and only one real, actual, proper source... well, I think you get the picture. The other essay I had due on Monday was not actually an essay; it was liner notes for a compilation CD of songs related to a political issue. Mine? Prop 8 and Gay Marriage. 46 minutes of music (though I would have liked to have had a lot more on there), 1500 words discussing how the music relates to gay marriage (both lyrics AND the actual music). Was one of the best assignments I've ever had to do.
In other news, I'M FINISHED! Sure, I still have two subjects to complete next year, but they're basically just performing in SUMS and writing two essays (total - one each semester)so I'M FINISHED! Graduation ceremony is ONE YEAR AWAY! (+/- small fragments of time)
Thirdylymost, my braces come off in two weeks from yesterday. You do not know how many kitten-likeballs bundles of joy this fills me with. Four years of orthodental torture, prepare to be smited... smoted... smitten?
High fives? :D
Why, you ask? Because for my last essay, which I handed in two days late (incurring a 4% penalty), I referenced Wikipedia. Not once, not twice, but thrice! (Also, for one of them, the reference was bogus; I did not get my information there, but could not remember which page I had seen it on.) So while the late fee costs me practically nothing, given that my essay on the post-Beatles works of John Lennon is full of references to a dodgily verified Participatory Media source, four songs, a YouTube clip of an interview and only one real, actual, proper source... well, I think you get the picture. The other essay I had due on Monday was not actually an essay; it was liner notes for a compilation CD of songs related to a political issue. Mine? Prop 8 and Gay Marriage. 46 minutes of music (though I would have liked to have had a lot more on there), 1500 words discussing how the music relates to gay marriage (both lyrics AND the actual music). Was one of the best assignments I've ever had to do.
In other news, I'M FINISHED! Sure, I still have two subjects to complete next year, but they're basically just performing in SUMS and writing two essays (total - one each semester)so I'M FINISHED! Graduation ceremony is ONE YEAR AWAY! (+/- small fragments of time)
Thirdylymost, my braces come off in two weeks from yesterday. You do not know how many kitten-like
High fives? :D
where and when should I be looking for results on Prop 8? While I don't really need to know, per se, it would be helpful for my Music and Politics final essay.
Am yet to even think of a topic for 60s. Eep; only four days left!
Oh, and Margaret Cho is pretty damn awesome. Find and osmote her, people!
Am yet to even think of a topic for 60s. Eep; only four days left!
Oh, and Margaret Cho is pretty damn awesome. Find and osmote her, people!
Last week I was likened to an accessory - something pretty that everyone wants to play with. I suspect it was meant as a compliment. It was not received as such, possibly because I feel like that sometimes. Then again, maybe it just wasn't a nice thing to say.
Yesterday, while I wasn't there, someone else told another someone else that I help with matters of the brain, and then told me (when I got there) that I always get her out of trouble. I like that that trumps the accessory analogy.
Paintball was fun, but painful. We went for Theodora's 21st, and it required waking up far too early because it was in Rouse Hill, but it was good. Some of the group were scarily into it; Cyn and I contemplated what games like paintball reflect from society, and then went and shot people. I think I got one or two people the entire day. I was only 'killed' twice, but I kept running out of ammunition, so I had to get off the field. Most of the hits on me just bounced off, which meant they hurt more than when they explode (which is how you're 'killed' - they leave a "wound"). Theo got me on the visor across my left eye; she was on my team; it may have been ricochet as she was behind me. Thankfully, the only marks I have on me are a bruise on my right shin bone and maybe two on my left side across my lower rib, however my legs are killing me today. Also, the army-style onesies didn't fit anyone except Cyn.
I had another interview on Tuesday, before uni, for a calls job. They were supposed to call me by Thursday to let me know what's going on with training this Wednesday, but I haven't heard from them, so I'll call tomorrow. Also have to call about my 21st venue. Anyway, hopefully this means I have a new job with decent pay. After that, I had a group presentation for Politics; Julie and I wanted to kill Andrew because he'd pretty much looked at what we were doing and decided to go off on a completely irrelevant tangent designed to illustrate how evil and wrong the organisation we were looking at is, purely to start a fight. Pretty sure we hurt his feelings half an hour before we were up only to get him to realise he was damaging the group, which did deflate him for the better, but he still energised the audience; most of them didn't like him to begin with, so what he said was still enough to get them to fight him. Wish he'd just listened in the first place.
Oh, and the Dead Letter Chorus album launch was last night! WOOT! It went swimmingly, if you ignore the sound guy (who should have been shot for Violence Against Music). Almost the whole family was there, which was really nice, and we ended up buying both the album and their EP. We bought the EP once before, but it was mysteriously lost the same night before we got home. I really wish Mike was the vocalist, not Cam, but I guess Cam can't help not being as tonal as others. And Gabby's voice is still amazing :D
Yesterday, while I wasn't there, someone else told another someone else that I help with matters of the brain, and then told me (when I got there) that I always get her out of trouble. I like that that trumps the accessory analogy.
Paintball was fun, but painful. We went for Theodora's 21st, and it required waking up far too early because it was in Rouse Hill, but it was good. Some of the group were scarily into it; Cyn and I contemplated what games like paintball reflect from society, and then went and shot people. I think I got one or two people the entire day. I was only 'killed' twice, but I kept running out of ammunition, so I had to get off the field. Most of the hits on me just bounced off, which meant they hurt more than when they explode (which is how you're 'killed' - they leave a "wound"). Theo got me on the visor across my left eye; she was on my team; it may have been ricochet as she was behind me. Thankfully, the only marks I have on me are a bruise on my right shin bone and maybe two on my left side across my lower rib, however my legs are killing me today. Also, the army-style onesies didn't fit anyone except Cyn.
I had another interview on Tuesday, before uni, for a calls job. They were supposed to call me by Thursday to let me know what's going on with training this Wednesday, but I haven't heard from them, so I'll call tomorrow. Also have to call about my 21st venue. Anyway, hopefully this means I have a new job with decent pay. After that, I had a group presentation for Politics; Julie and I wanted to kill Andrew because he'd pretty much looked at what we were doing and decided to go off on a completely irrelevant tangent designed to illustrate how evil and wrong the organisation we were looking at is, purely to start a fight. Pretty sure we hurt his feelings half an hour before we were up only to get him to realise he was damaging the group, which did deflate him for the better, but he still energised the audience; most of them didn't like him to begin with, so what he said was still enough to get them to fight him. Wish he'd just listened in the first place.
Oh, and the Dead Letter Chorus album launch was last night! WOOT! It went swimmingly, if you ignore the sound guy (who should have been shot for Violence Against Music). Almost the whole family was there, which was really nice, and we ended up buying both the album and their EP. We bought the EP once before, but it was mysteriously lost the same night before we got home. I really wish Mike was the vocalist, not Cam, but I guess Cam can't help not being as tonal as others. And Gabby's voice is still amazing :D
... in which David bets you wish you had classes like his.
Today, and I shit you not, we spent an hour talking about gay cowboys representing America's Republican party in Music and Politics. Also, dancing cowboys made a return apperance.
I bet you wish you were a Music major now, like me.
Dontcha!
Dontcha!
... I feel pretty dirty now. That song is so wrong.
Today, and I shit you not, we spent an hour talking about gay cowboys representing America's Republican party in Music and Politics. Also, dancing cowboys made a return apperance.
I bet you wish you were a Music major now, like me.
Dontcha!
Dontcha!
... I feel pretty dirty now. That song is so wrong.
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... in which David concedes.
I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been sleeping folded in half, shoulder to shoulder, squashing my entire left side. There was a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side. Plus, I was drifting between being awake and only half asleep for hours last night, so when I woke up this morning, I really hadn't had enough sleep. I only had one 2hr lecture today and I'm not going to SUMS tonight because of Otello, so I skipped it and went back to sleep. Sigh.
There goes my one free lecture for Politics this semester. Watch it float away, and wave buh-bye.
I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been sleeping folded in half, shoulder to shoulder, squashing my entire left side. There was a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side. Plus, I was drifting between being awake and only half asleep for hours last night, so when I woke up this morning, I really hadn't had enough sleep. I only had one 2hr lecture today and I'm not going to SUMS tonight because of Otello, so I skipped it and went back to sleep. Sigh.
There goes my one free lecture for Politics this semester. Watch it float away, and wave buh-bye.
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