The Tahir-a-thon
Well, my enrollment is complete. And, as seems to be the case too often, I managed to get into all of my tech subjects with the barest minimum of fuss. But 2D animation and Multimedia Desktop? Not a space left in anything that I can attend AND finish before 8. So it appears that next year I'm going to have to head home at an ungodly late hour on at least one day a semester. AGAIN. That's the problem with having all but one of my classes per semester at one campus, with that other one being on the other side of the city. It's an hour bus between them, but that still means there has to actually be an hour between the lessons to allow me to get between them - and there just ain't. -_-.

On the other hand, I'll have 5 hours of nothing to play with on mondays. And Tuesdays free for semester 2.
I could choose to finish at 7 on a Tuesday rather then 8 on a Wednesday, but I'd be heading in to uni for ONLY that lesson, which would start at 5. And it'll be no lighter nor easier to get back at 7:30 then it will at 8:30. So... meh.

Anyway, enough about enrolment. I've been at Mel's place since monday. Roleplay Marathon, of sorts. We got lot's of exalted done - actually avoided being killed and finished a story arc, which is nice. A day you don't die can't be all bad. Well, not for my boy Tahir in any case...

It was good. I had fun. I missed enrollment, but... eh, I'll live. But now I'm freekin nackered. I might go get some pepsi...

I have to call Zoe... I keep forgetting to... maybe I should write down some topic's of conversation first...

If my witless sleep-addled goo-center can produce more, I will endeavour to philosophise to ya'all.



“My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre, and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes.”
~ Douglas Adams


- posted by Washi @ 1:58 pm