A Sudden Understanding Is...

I'm not blogging half as much as I want to, although I am back to doing it in the times between lessons. Just waiting for a UNIX practical. Now, let's see if I can remember the events of the past few days...

I discovered Golden Cheff on friday. I knew about the truck depo - I walk past it on my way to the bus stop. But there's an actual Golden Ceff store, selling good, cheap lunches. Brill.

I'm gonna be in another Roleplay. A Seven Seas one, which should be a hoot. I also started Vampire: TM LARPing. combined these two should, with luck, prevent me from going stark raving mad. There are a few things I think I could easily become adicted to. The first, which I think I already have become addicted to, is the internet. It is my great master, to whoom I am willingly enslaved. The seccond, is Roleplaying. I revel in being someone else. The last, although this is perhaps the more expensive of the three, is tattooing. Dude. Major buzz-bomber man.

This asside, I move on to my title reference. I was out until midnight on Saturday at the Elyssium. Mum figured I'd come home when it was finished - Midnight, I told her. But then I was offered a stay at some of the group's place, so I left a message on her phone saying I'd be back the next morning. I get a call at 2am (I was stil up, bt that wasn't the point. SHE shouldn't have been up - She had work that morning) By mum, wanting to know who I was staying with (naturally) and how many of them were guys (natural paranoia I'm sure. I share that particular glitch.) To which end I endeavoured to re-assure her that I did not believe myself in any great danger and promised to fix the computer when I got home.

I returned home fairly early the next day, although admittedly only an hour or so before mum did. She told me that she'd realised after she'd hung up that she'd probably thoroughly embarrased me - Having my mum check in on me while with new people and all that. Although admittedly I didn't feel overly embarrased. I can't remember being really embarased by any of my parents - Not even with mum's oftentimes overbearing nature or dad's rather ammusing attempt at hip-hop dancing. I tend to get embarased when they start bragging about me though, but I always try to remember that it's their right. Their genetics went into making me, so my achievements are, evolutionarily speaking, their achievements. They obviously feel proud. She also said she'd suddenly understood how her mother felt when she'd stayed out all night. She could remember her mother sitting up,waiting for her to come home. I pointed out that this wasn't the first time I'd stayed out all night - Oftentimes when I've planned to come home I've ended up crashing at one or another friends house. She countereed with 'But I don't know these people'. Touche, jes? She's also wierded out that, when she presses me about the people I know at Uni (Natural protectiveness again - She remembers that, if left to my own devics, I tend to sit alone and not talk to anyone. This, naturally, goes against her ideal for me to make a new set of nice, normal (Or at least well adjusted) friends. Problem is, nice normal people are, to be perfectly blunt, boring as all hell. But the few people I talk to regularly are all guys. There are two reasons for this. The first is that this is a tech course, and guys naturally gravitate towards it. It runs in the same vein as their natural thought processes. I may go into more depth on that one day. The seccond is the same as the above. The women are either scary snob-sorts (whom I avoid out of self preservation) or apparently boring. The few I've met who don't seem so I see very rarely. An unusual nature twist there.

I need a new bag. My dear old sachel is... well, old. It has a hole in the bottom and isn't big enough to fit all my stuff in. Boo. I like it though - it's served me well over my time with it. It has my signal pinned carefully to the front, and my cookie-crumbs embedded into the thread at the bottom. But, alas, we must needs move on.

It's time for me to get shaking with this practical. I'll write soon, so help me goddess. Ooo, Pagains in the Pub is this wednesday! I can't wait!!

"Computers are dumb, but quick."
~My Computer and Internet Technology lecturer.
- posted by Washi @ 1:04 pm