The evening of the execution
Feb. 23rd, 2004 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI have a new icon. It's from One Perfect Day. Made one for Steph, too, because she wanted one, but she's not online so I can't give her hers. I spent several hours this evening screwing around with the trailer until I could work out screencaps. I'm glad I did in the end. I might make another couple with the images I have. I just have to work out the text for them.
So. Chris came over today. We rode down to Jells Park and back again. I haven't been on a bike for something like 4 years, so I sucked. He was very patient. We had icecreams. I had one with jelly bugs in. 'twas great. We didn't get much gaming done, but I wasn't particularly surprised, as I knew Chris had to go off and have dinner with Sara and I'm assuming Nat and so forth. I got mildly sunburnt. Next time: sunscreen.
I went for another bike ride this evening, to drop of Jill's birthday card. Mum wanted me to do it tomorrow, but I have class and much concession- and ID-card collection to be had before that.
I have my first day ofuni TAFE tomorrow. I can't believe I'm signed in for a TAFE course. I'm such a snob. Still, it's an RMIT TAFE course, which is better more intellectual than a Swinburne TAFE course (am total snob. However, have been to Swinburne, so feel mildly justified).
Class should be awesome. If I have time, I'm planning on picking up a few notebooks so I have new writing equipment, which will be good.
I suspect the people will be terrible. I may have awesome lecturers (here's hoping), but I predict that I will make NO new friends. Most of the people there seem to be 40 year old women, with whom I have nothing in common. They will look down on me for not having had children or any significant life experiences (by their standards). I expect to be miserable.
Oh, yeah, I'm full of the angst tonight. But seriously. I really don't want to go through two years ofuni the course without making a single friend. That would blow hard. I should know. It's how I spent most of high school. I hate being the loner in all my classes.
Also, I don't know how to read my timetable. And RMIT's webpages are nowhere as easy to navigate as UniMelb's. I don't know where my classes will be tomorrow. I'm planning on calling Dad tomorrow and seeing if he can interpret it (he works at RMIT, but in a different department). Damn, but Dad working there is useful (not in a nepotism way, unfortunately. Neither of my parents are into nepotism in any form).
My stomach's all knotty withanticipation... or is it wind? trepidation, and I'm starting to feel ill, so I might go to bed.
So. Chris came over today. We rode down to Jells Park and back again. I haven't been on a bike for something like 4 years, so I sucked. He was very patient. We had icecreams. I had one with jelly bugs in. 'twas great. We didn't get much gaming done, but I wasn't particularly surprised, as I knew Chris had to go off and have dinner with Sara and I'm assuming Nat and so forth. I got mildly sunburnt. Next time: sunscreen.
I went for another bike ride this evening, to drop of Jill's birthday card. Mum wanted me to do it tomorrow, but I have class and much concession- and ID-card collection to be had before that.
I have my first day of
Class should be awesome. If I have time, I'm planning on picking up a few notebooks so I have new writing equipment, which will be good.
I suspect the people will be terrible. I may have awesome lecturers (here's hoping), but I predict that I will make NO new friends. Most of the people there seem to be 40 year old women, with whom I have nothing in common. They will look down on me for not having had children or any significant life experiences (by their standards). I expect to be miserable.
Oh, yeah, I'm full of the angst tonight. But seriously. I really don't want to go through two years of
Also, I don't know how to read my timetable. And RMIT's webpages are nowhere as easy to navigate as UniMelb's. I don't know where my classes will be tomorrow. I'm planning on calling Dad tomorrow and seeing if he can interpret it (he works at RMIT, but in a different department). Damn, but Dad working there is useful (not in a nepotism way, unfortunately. Neither of my parents are into nepotism in any form).
My stomach's all knotty with
