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September 1st 2004

Some time a week or two ago I told you all to watch Three To Tango. I don't know how many of you did (not many, I'll guess) but this Saturday [Edit: it's actually Friday] Five have got Matthew Perry again, in Almost Heroes. Watch this film: it had all the potential to become a cult classic, but instead became a barely known film I had to have imported from the US. Once you get past the fact that it's rather bad, it's a fantastic film... just watch it, and you'll see what I mean. At least up until the scene with the bear.

September 3rd 2004

First of all, an apology: I believe I wrote here that Almost Heroes (starring Matthew Perry) is on Saturday, whereas in fact it is on today at 3.40pm... sorry! Speaking of TV, the first episode of Bognor or Bust, a topical news quiz series presented by Angus Deayton, was on ITV1 last night. It was a big mistake for Angus to do a topical humorous news quiz, since there will be inevitable comparisons with HIGNFY... unfortunately, this is like comparing N-Sync with the Beatles. Imagine, if you will, HIGNFY but with members of the general public instead of Paul and Ian, and guest stars who are less funny and much less well-known. Add in a serious competition element (effectively, the guest stars are trying to be funny and the non-entity competitors are trying to get the answers right, at all cost) and a pseudo-tense climax (no hint of irony) and the programme is rubbish. Angus did well enough - not on top form, but something close to it - but he couldn't save Bognor or Bust from being crappity crap. I'll still be watching it though. Of the guest stars, two were completely unknown to me (in fact, one of them made a joke about that), one was some guy from Hell's Kitchen and Gimme Gimme Gimme (the latter one of the worst programmes on TV) and the fourth was Tara P-T... I didn't realise just how completely stupid she is: I thought it might be a guise. It isn't. In other news, some of you may know James Scott's website, which now proudly displays a logo I designed (with a couple of changes). James has written beneath it that I sent him the logo, so he put it on... just like to clarify, he asked me to make it: I don't just spend my time e-mailing people logos that I think would look good on their site. But anyway, go to James's site, look at pictures of him and his house, and prepare to be amazed. And he didn't even pay for this publicity.

September 7th 2004

Fear not, I haven't abandoned this page, I've just been a bit busy recently. But I'm in the process of writing something offline, so be patient.

September 8th 2004

Went to see The Kumars being recorded on Monday... wasn't as good as I thought it would be, partly because the jokes on The Kumars are getting a bit tired (although there were some genuinely funny moments, mostly off camera) but mostly because the guests were rather boring: Dermot O'Leary of Big Brother fame, and Natasha Kerplunkski of news-reading fame (and yes, I haven't a clue how to spell her name, so I just went with the marbles game). I think I can best express it by saying that, as we left, we passed within a metre of them, and I didn't really care... they were within autograph-getting distance, and I didn't come close to asking. Anyways, Dermot was a bit garbagey, but Natasha was a lot better... the warm-up lady was absolutely horrendous; although the warm-up guy on HIGNFY was rubbish, at least he was only on once: this woman kept coming back while repositioning was done. In other news, I read with yet more alarm that animal rights terrorists have been learning how to kill people with their bare hands, something which they claim is 'self-defence'. I'm sorry, but that's obviously not the case: it's hardly them who get attacked, since they do the attacking. A while ago there was a suggested crack-down on these terrorists, but what it basically amounted to is that they're not allowed to persecute people or attack their property... weren't there already laws against stuff like that? I don't want to get into the moral issues at stake about animal testing, since that's not the point, it's the way that (many) activists go about protesting that is disgusting: theirs is a campaign of hate, not love: anyone who thinks that hurting a puppy dog or a bunny rabbit is wrong must also think that sending death threats to people or otherwise persecuting them is wrong too, surely. And it's always bunnies or puppies, or a cute chimp: they never have posters saying that mice are forced to try and get out of a maze, it's always that dogs are being tortured or something equally nasty - I even saw one that claimed HLS experiments on children. The law states that animal experimentation is only to occur when there is no feasible alternative (it's unlikely that I'm quoting exactly), therefore by definition it is not being entered into lightly: some animal rights activists simply choose to ignore this or disbelieve it, for no concrete reason, making ludicrous claims about the nature and extent of experimentation: I don't pretend to know exactly what goes on, but with that law in place, and a general refusal to experiment for cosmetic purposes, the scientists involved cannot be the evil people they are sometimes portrayed to be. But even if these terrorists believe that the scientists are evil, there is no excuse to persecute them in the way they do, and still less (less than none?) excuse for persecuting people who are only involved because they are supplying the cement, or something along those lines. People's addresses are being put on websites, their neighbours are being told that they're paedophiles, their property is damaged: this must be stopped. Perhaps the most frightening thing is that the terrorists don't realise that what they're doing is wrong: they regard it as right, even their duty... a high-up guy (can't remember his name) claimed that the murder of 'one or two' humans to save millions of animal lives is perfectly acceptable. It doesn't take a genius to realise that the value of human life is, and must be, much greater - infinitely greater - than the value of animal life. I know there will be people who will disagree with me - perhaps passionately so - but my point is not that animal testing is okay: my point is that, even if it isn't, the terrorists who combat it are committing far worse atrocities, and must be stopped, and I don't think many people can disagree with that.

September 9th 2004

I might have to write about Spiderman again... don't get me wrong, I don't love these films like I loved LotR, but I am a fan of sorts (enough so that I turned my free double-sided poster from the LotR 3 side to the Spiderman 2 side). But there's something about Spiderman in that millions of people know more about it than I do, through the comic books. If you look at Friends, I can hold my own with most people when it comes to knowledge. LotR (book) I have read several times, and know more than most, but would be hopelessly out of my depth if in conversation with experts. When it comes to Spiderman, I have never read one of the comics, and never have got into the American craze of comic books (not that I want to), so there are people who know the various minor characters in the films (eg the guy who was going to marry MJ turns out to be a major character, and I think Peter's professor does too, which I didn't know but loads of people do). This feeling of not knowing what's going on can be kind of unnerving, and almost frustrating, although (as I said before) I have no wish whatsoever to become a Spiderman or comic book expert. Anyways, since watcing Spiderman 2, I have been watching a few Kirsten Dunst films: firstly, Spiderman, which I bought for 2. Then there was Crazy/Beautiful, which I am increasingly a fan of: I've watched lots of romantic comedies (it is Matthew Perry's genre, it seems) and they only very rarely manage to convey love emotionally. Crazy/Beautiful is a straight romance, as it were, rather than a comedy, and the effect is incredible: the love between Nicole and Carlos is exceedingly well put across. Finally, I saw Mona Lisa Smile, which is kind of rubbish... it goes all feminist for a long time, then non-feminist, but unfortunately it never wavers from its promotion of 'art' that any sensible person can tell is garbage... also, Julia Roberts never really manages to convey any character other than Julia Roberts. I think. Anyways, continuing on the film theme, I've been trying to come up with some absolutes, and have got three so far: there will never be a better adaptation of Pride and Prejudice than the BBC one; Tom Hanks will never put in a better performance than he did in Forrest Gump; and there will never be a film as emotionally powerful as The Passion of the Christ. Some people (who are wrong) will disagree with me, but these are three I'm pretty sure of (of course, there are some obvious ones: there will never be a better sitcom starring Matthew Perry than Friends, for example). And although my favourite films include LotR and Three to Tango, I can see them being bettered... I almost included The Truman Show being Jim Carrey's best film, but I haven't seen Man in the Moon, which I'm told is even better. To finish on a Kirsten Dunst note, I've also seen Jumanji, but that was many years ago, and to be honest I preferred the cartoon series.

September 18th 2004

Some or most of my readership will be reading this today (or more likely sometime next week) from different climes, since they will have made the transition to University... of which more, some other day. Today I'm going to cover something I was planning to write about last week, before I went to Devon (oh yeah... I went to Devon for a week), which is The Terminal. A while ago I wrote about films that seem pretty good, but then have a rubbish ending and thus are not enjoyable (When Harry Met Sally was an example). I'd have to say that The Terminal typifies this, since for much of the running time it was very good - not brilliant, but certainly very good - but then it meandered and ended rather lamely. As most of you will know, it starred Tom Hanks and Catherine Zeta Jones, and was about a man (Hanks) who got stuck at an airport due to political reasons... Tom Hanks was on even better form than usual: he won't win an Oscar, but whoever does won't be as good as him. He was fantastic (although when he did physical comedy, it made me realise how good Matthew Perry is, since Hanks simply was an amateur in comparison). I bored at least two of my friends to death (the post-mortem certificates certainly made interesting reading) by telling them that CZJ hasn't done anything good since The Darling Buds Of May (this opinion based on Chicago and America's Sweethearts), but I had high hopes for her in The Terminal: she looked stunning, but her script was pretty poor, and horrendous on occasion. Obviously, the plot dealt quite heavily with Hanks and CZJ getting together, but there were also subplots, most notably a Paul McCartney lookalike getting engaged to a beautiful black Trekkie without actually meeting her (Hanks was the go-between), perhaps the most unlikely event in a film that dealt almost exclusively with implausibilities. Apparently the ending of the film was reshot after test audiences reckoned it was too saccharine, but Spielberg's attempts to remove the Richard Curtis element (presumably CZJ and Hanks getting together) left a massive gap: without going into too much detail, CZJ had broken up with Hanks, and Hanks had left the airport (woo-hoo) to fulfil his mission in coming to America, which turned out to be collecting someone's autograph. We saw him asking for the autograph and being asked to wait a bit: then we saw him leaving the building, autograph in hand, and going home. Presumably in the original ending, CZJ was there, blah blah blah, but the lack of any real ending made the film fundamentally unsatisfactory. Well, that's The Terminal covered. I'm not going to write much about the week in Devon, cos not much happened, but I would like to mention that the only episode of Neighbours we managed to miss (half of) was the only episode that Steph was in, annoying when it comes to SCB.

September 20th 2004

There was a man who had a dream. In this dream, he saw a large beach, with footprints in the sand. He realised that the beach represented his life, and that the footprints showed his journey through it. As he was gazing at the sand, he noticed that there were not one, but two sets of footprints, which puzzled him: why were there two sets of footprints in his journey? As he looked, and as he thought deeply about it, he came to realise that the second set of footprints were those of Jesus, who had walked alongside him through his entire life, even when he didn't know about it. The man could hardly believe it: this was fantastic. The more he looked at the sand, the more he came to understand which parts of his life were represented by which footprints, and he noticed that during the really difficult parts of his life, where he had struggled with depression and worry, there was only one set of footprints, instead of the two that were present at any other time. The man was puzzled and hurt, and cried out: "Lord Jesus, why did you walk alongside me throughout my entire life, only to abandon me when times got hard?" Almost immediately the man heard Jesus reply: "I love you, and would never abandon you. At those times when your life was difficult, where you see only one set of footprints, those were the times that I carried you."

An old story, but one that is particularly poignant to me at this moment, since I am leaving for Uni within a week. I'll admit that, about 90% of the time, I am pretty damn scared: there are some people who take it in their stride, but I am not one of them, and there is barely an aspect of my life that I am not worried will go wrong. Except... I know that the next few weeks will be a time that I am, as in the story above, being carried. And when I realise this, it doesn't seem so tough. But the important thing is that the man in the story is anyone and everyone: that includes you, whoever you are. In other news, I've decided recently that it's time to get our video collection sorted: there are lots of taped-off-TV videos that haven't been organised for ten years (despite Dad's claims) and the fact that I'm not going to live here forever has finally dawned on me, So... I sorted the pre-recorded videos and DVDs into Simon's/mine/Mum & Dad's. Mine was bolstered by the fact I've got all the Friends videos (bar two), and Mum & Dad's is surprisingly small. Then I got onto recorded-from-TV videos (henceforth just called videos), which have about three films on each. Unfortunately, a lot of them had two films that I want, and one that Simon wants, or one that Mum and Dad want and two that Simon wants, etc, so I've spent the last couple of days recording from one video to another (did you know you can do that?). Took a while, but it's nice to have all my films together.

September 22nd 2004

A word, if I may, about the upcoming film Wimbledon. The film has been planned for a long time, because it was at least a year ago that I heard Matthew Perry auditioned for it: imagine it, a film starring Kirsten Dunst and Matthew Perry. Right now, it's hard to think of a better line-up (except, of course, Carla Bonner and Matthew Perry)... obviously, Matt didn't get the part, despite the fact that he actually does play tennis well, unlike Paul Bettany (who?) and Kirsten. That's more or less all I have to say about Wimbledon... just to let anyone who cares know that Startlingly Carla Bonner can now be accessed at www.StephScully.co.uk.

September 23rd 2004

Posters are, of course, an important part of student life: cracks in the walls have to be covered up somehow, and there's a limit on how many wall-hangings you can have. For me, that limit is zero. Anyways, I've been a poster kind of person for a while: my bedroom is coated with posters of many different things. Mostly LotR and Wolves, but there are also Beatles, The Terminal, Spiderman... the list goes on. Obviously I wouldn't be able to take all of these posters to Uni, even if I wanted to, due to the lack of wall space, so a few days ago I set aside the ones I would take. These were The Beatles Through The Years, Steve Bull, Three To Tango and Gollum. However, I realised that going to Uni without a poster of Kirsten Dunst would be like going without a tin-opener, so I bought one of her and some geezer in a red and blue jacket. But when I was buying it, I came across an Abbey Road poster, which I'd been looking for (the best album ever, in my opinion, as well as possible the best album cover ever). 8 for two posters isn't far off my food budget for the first six months, but I thought it was worth it, so I had to reassess the poster situation: it now stands at The Beatles Through The Years, Steve Bull, Spiderman 2, Abbey Road. Sorry, Gollum (and Robbie Keane, and the Simpsons: close contenders). Who knows, maybe I'll switch 'em over some time soon. Anyways, off on Sunday, first test on Wednesday. Still don't have room number or TV licence, and haven't read all of the stuff I need to. Do not know enough maths. And people who were middle-aged before Warwick University was founded (literally: it was founded in 1965) keep telling me what fun I'll have... which I probably will, but their idea of fun is watching Countdown with a cup of tea and a biscuit. Come to think of it, that isn't far off my idea of fun... which brings me onto tea. I put most of my exam success down to tea: it saw me through hours of revision and essays, and is one of the great inventions. Probably the English claim they invented it, but it was some Oriental chap, I expect, and he was truly a genius. Obviously, I won't be able to keep milk in my room (no fridge) so it looks like I'll be on UHT... an experience. While I'm talking about tea, there are some fundamental laws governing tea drinkers, and those who break them are below contempt. These are pretty much off the top of my head:
1. Do not drink tea with sugar. Simple.
2. Do not drink milky tea. I have respect for people who can drink tea without milk (I can't), but people who drink tea with loads of milk are weak and pathetic. So, some milk, but not a lot.
3. It doesn't matter what kind of tea is available: drink regular tea. Anyone who can only drink Earl Grey / herbal tea / beef tea / any specific brand is beneath contempt.
4. Coffee's okay, but only if you're tired. Even then, tea's better, and at any other time it is imperative.

Ugh... University... have managed to delete the e-mail with my enrolement information, which I need a print-off of to prove my identity (well, I can do it differently, but it probably takes longer). And I've realised I don't own a protractor or a pair of compasses: this may sound stupid for a Maths student, but we simply didn't need them at A-Level. Apparently we do at degree level (like we did pretty much every year from year 4 onwards until A-Level). Anyways, a million things can go wrong... but I'm surprisingly calm.

September 24th 2004

I have to admit that I am a person who likes a good love story. By this I don't mean the kind of garbage that Richard Curtis churns out, or the waste of paper that is Mills and Boon. In fact, I tend not to go for romantic novels or films, but I have been frequently moved by a convincing tale of love, probably because I have been in love myself. I was thinking about couples that have been particularly moving, whether they be from TV, film or books, and came up with a top ten. These 10 have, to some extent or other, convincingly conveyed a loving relationship. In alphabetical order of males:
1. Carlos & Nicole
2. Charley & Mariette
3. Corelli & Pelagia
4. Darcy & Lizzy
5. Max & Steph
6. Oscar & Amy
7. Perrin & Faile
8. Peter & MJ
9. Ross & Rachel
10. Will & Lisa
Of this ten, three are from films, three are from books, and five are from TV (I realise that's eleven in total... number 4 was book and TV). There's only really one accepted classic couple on the list (two, if you count Ross & Rachel), but the likes of Heathcliff & Cathy or Romeo & Juliet simply haven't moved me that much. There are three black people on the list, and everyone on the list is fictional (two of them are played by Kirsten Dunst). The letters b,k,q,u and v do not feature in any of the names. I appear to be sinking into statistics, so I'll cut off this train of thought... ever wondered how to integrate e^xsinx? Well, the trick is to use integration by substitution, where u=lnx. And complex numbers... ever wondered about them? Spend a few moments trying to work out the square root of -1 (ie the number which, multiplied by itself, equals -1). I'll save you months of desperate thinking by telling you that there is no real number solution. In fact, j is the answer: j squared equals -1 (it used to be i, but they changed it to j. Not sure why). Of course, if you're doing something like counting sheep, you are never going to have j sheep, because j is an imaginary number, but all numbers are in fact complex: that is, they have two components: real and imaginary. So if you have 3 sheep, you really have 3 + 0j sheep, since there are three real sheep and no imaginary sheep (well, sort of... if you are thinking about six sheep, you don't have six imaginary sheep. You have 6 + 0j imaginary sheep... so six real imaginary sheep and zero imaginary imaginary sheep. This is not maths). Most of you will now be thinking that complex numbers are completely pointless, but they are exceedingly useful... not sure why yet... except, any polynomial of degree n must have n solutions, which can often only be obtained when using complex numbers. For example, x = 1 has one solution, x squared = 1 has two solutions, x cubed = 1 has three solutions. Taking each of these in turn, x = 1 is the solution for x = 1. Obviously. For x squared = 1, x can equal 1 or -1. Obviously. However, when x cubed = 1, x can equal 1 or... what? There must be three solutions, but only one of them is completely real. The other two solutions, in case you're wondering, are -0.5 + 0.866j and -0.5 - 0.866j (actually, the 0.866 is the square root of 0.75, but I wasn't going to write that out again). This may seem impossibly difficult, but isn't too bad with the aid of an Argand diagram. Okay, I didn't really understand it for the first couple of months, but I'm starting to see the beauty of it. So, in conclusion, the next time you are counting sheep, count like this: "one plus zero j sheep, two plus zero j sheep, three plus zero j sheep..." You will have the undying respect of everyone present.

September 25th 2004

This is my last update before going to the strange world we call University... come Monday, I'll be a fully fledged mathematics student somewhere near Coventry. Well, partially fledged. Perhaps by then I'll have been given some of the things Warwick so far have not provided: my room number (and key), my timetable, things like that. Without my room number, I can't fill in various forms that require my exact address, like the form for my TV licence... ah, the TV licence. Despite the fact that I'll have access to a TV (there's a common room type place on every floor of the building I'll be in), I thought it'd be nice to have a TV in my room - black and white, since the licence costs only a third of the price of a colour one. For example, what am I going to do if Neighbours time swings around, and people are watching The Weakest Link???? Also, for the purposes of SCB, I have to make notes, and I'm not keen for everyone to think I'm an obsessed loon within the first few days. In other University news, I'm part way through packing, having go almost everything either in boxes or near boxes (too many boxes... no idea which one my toothbrush is in. Certainly isn't the same one my toothpaste is in). However, I haven't selected or packed any of the clothes I'm going to take with me. Given my limited wardrobe, it's not going to be too hard a decision, but I'll have to get the ratio of Wolves items to non-Wolves items right... for most it would be 0:100, but I'm thinking of something along the lines of 50:50... maybe 40:60. Might run into some WBA fans. Anyways, I hope everybody knows all about complex numbers from yesterday's highly confused ramblings: I know that Doug has had to do a crash course in them, so he should probably ignore everything I've written. Unless they ask him for all the solutions of x cubed = 1. Unfortunately, he appears to have written somewhere that i cubed = -1, and I'm not sure if he believed me when I told him it doesn't... if you're reading Doug, take note. In non-University news, I saw Collateral yesterday with Powly, Ian, Jimbo and two of Jimbo's friends who may or may not have been called Alex and Helen. It was a pretty good film: I'm not going to bother buying the video, but Tom Cruise makes a very good villain, and has probably been wasting his time in good-guy roles. The ending didn't much wrap things up, but for once I didn't mind... not sure why, but I thought it suited the film nicely. Despite Powly's clamberings to see Hero, and my wish to see Wimbledon (hey, I fancy Kirsten Dunst. I do not fancy Tom Cruise) we all got into Collateral, and on time, even if the nasty lady at the desk wouldn't accept my Connexions Card despite me telling her that it had been accepted twice before, and wouldn't accept Powly's NUS card because it was a year out of date. Grrr. Once in, I noticed four Wimbledon posters taped to the floor in what was supposed to be a small tennis court marked out in white tape: what were they trying to achieve by this? People wondering past might think to themselves: "well, I've already bought this ticket to see Hero, and I don't really want to see Wimbledon... but a tennis court in white tape? Hmm... I dunno... how many posters are taped to the floor? Three? What... four? I'm there! Wait a sec while I buy a new ticket." Well, it didn't happen like that while I was watching, but when we returned someone had stolen one of the posters from the floor.

8.54pm and packing is more or less completed. Except I can't find a pencil case anywhere.

9.29pm pencil case found.

September 28th 2004

Today's entry is in day-by-day diary form:
Sep 27th c 4pm
Due to lack of network cable, I can't currently access the internet, which means I'll have to do some writing now offline and upload it later. Due to current lack of television, I'm not able to update SCB, which is a bit pathetic. I've asked Simon to take over temporarily, but I don't know if he will. The opening Christian Union meeting is in about an hour, which will hopefully be good: free pizza, so I won't have to cook tonight. They might even have a TV that I can watch Neighbours on... I can but hope. Some guy gave me a free copy of the Times for filling in a competition entry, although he didn't believe that [email protected] was my e-mail address: as well as the Times there was a free CD and coupons for money off future copies of the Times. Which aren't usable on campus. Great. I've taken a few photos of my room on the first day, which may or may not find their way onto the site: almost certainly not. It's a reasonably nice room: pretty big, and with a sink(!!). The corridor has some nice people in it, and I also met and had lunch with a guy from my maths tutor group called Craig... apart from laughing at Christianity and then noticing my cross, we got along okay. Nobody yet knows that I'm teetotal, so that should be interesting. I think I might go along to the kitchen (main communal area) to see if anyone's there: they weren't last time I looked, although I can hear voices from somewhere, and the sound of Annie next door plugging things into the wall.
Sep 28th c 12.01am
Not knowing whether midnight is one day or the next made me choose 12.01 rather than 12.00... speaking of which, before I get onto the main part of this entry, I helped to educate a foreign (Japanese? Chinese? Swedish?) student in the times of the day: she was saying that she preferred the Warwick club from noon till one, so I told her that noon only applies to midday, and that midnight is what we call the middle of the night. She took this to mean that I (and the two others there) were experts in the different times of the day, so asked us when it stops becoming afternoon and starts becoming evening. A good answer would have been 'about six o'clock,' but we took it upon ourselves to try and explain the differing concepts of evening. This was not entirely successful, so I told her it was about six o'clock. I then foolishly moved onto am and pm, which, the last I heard, she was still getting the wrong way round. Anyways, I went to the first Christian Union meeting thing today, which promised free pizza (but didn't actually provide it: we got more of a buffet snack type thing). Coming from a C of E background, I was unfamiliar with the music being played: think traditional Christian music, acoustic guitars etc, and you know what I mean. There's notting wrong with it, but I prefer the old classics (after yesterday, I'm not sure I'll be able to sing Immortal Invisible again...) Anyways, the first maths 'lecture' (really introductory talk) was okay, and I got talking to Rob and Anthony, who are both on my corridor. After that I went to CU with the two Anthonies [Edit: one Anthony and one Andy] from my corridor, and saw David there (whom I called Rob... oops): this means there are four CU-goers on my corridor of 13, three of whom also do maths. God works in mysterious ways, indeed. In fact, I also met a guy at CU who is on the MMath course, and stayed in P37, Meridin House, Rootes, during his first year. Which was quite surprising for me, a CU-going MMath student who is living in P37, Meridin House, Rootes in his first year. Very, very cool. During CU I was sat next to a guy called Ben, and we agreed to meet up that night. As I headed out to the world-famous Top Banana at about 9pm, with Iain, I called him as agreed and we headed off... to find a queue that stretched for miles. Well, after a while we persuaded Iain that we didn't mind him using his queue-jumping Gold Card, so off he went, and after thirty minutes Ben and I decided it just wasn't worth waiting, especially since the amusing drunk behind us disappeared somewhere (or, as I stupidly put it, he appears to have disappeared). We went to some cafe and had some fries, and then just wandered around. It was a good evening. Okay, my first experience of Warwick Uni nightlife may have been queue-standing for half an hour, but I can honestly say I enjoyed it. Of the two people I have so far told I'm teetotal, one didn't care much, and the other one also was. Anyways, I missed Neighbours(!!!) and I still haven't got a network cable... hopefully tomorrow. When you read this you'll know when I got the cable, since it will be the same date as the overall entry is dated: I, however, don't have a clue. And I still haven't made a proper meal.

September 28th c 11.30am
Woo-hoo! Online!

September 29th 2004

Ugh... passport photos. I've just about got accustomed to the fact that I'm an ugly sod, but because my eyes are in my head, I can ignore the fact for large periods at a time. But not when I get into a photo booth. The last bunch (which currently graces my NUS card) made me look delirously happy at being in a photo booth, so in an attempt to move the other way, I now appear to be disgusted, not just with passport photos, but with the art of photography as a whole. I would rather go around with a picture of Lee Hughes than claim that this face is mine, but I'm not paying another 3 to discover a new realm of unwelcome facial expressions. In other news, the two hour test starting 9am was pretty easy: I'd be very surprised if I didn't pass any of the sections. I also managed my first missed lecture today, not turning up to the first IQE but turning up to the second (meaning I was a bit lost, but it looks pretty good as a whole). Until next time...

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