South Park, White Space and the Mystery of the Missing Class.

This is a right mess I've got myself into this time, isn't it?

This is the second week that this has happened, and I'm getting pretty damned sick of it. Last week was the first week of classes at University, but Monday's 9-11 class was scheduled to take place in a class room that is currently under use by the builders. So, last week we were to meet the lecturer there, and he would take us to the new room. So, off I popped on the bus last Monday, but this being Scotland, there was roadworks, wasn't there? I finally managed to get into Dundee about 9 O'Clock-ish, and toddled up to Uni. I got to the timetabled room, and waited, but nothing happened. So, about half past nine, I headed down to the School office to see if they knew where the class was now. No Joy. I eventually gave up, because I'd been walking around for a while, and I resigned myself to having to face the music, and ask one of the folk in my class where class was being held. Thankfully, all of our classes happen twice in a week (Oh Joyous Hallelujah. Not.), so I asked Jim where class was, and he said "In the new Institute area of level 2 directly above where we were today". That's just Dandy. (white space is the name of the area where we are, hence the title.) Today rolls around, and I head up to where he said class was to be held. What did I find? Nothing. Not a Sausage! There was nobody around the aforementioned area. This time, I'll rely on the folk in the class to tell me where we are. So that's got me really annoyed.

Also, Nine Days 'til South Park Season 13b! Wooo!

Back At last

So, Here I am, finaly making an effort to post after almost 6 months of nothingness. So, What's been happening? Well, Somewhere between "Not Much" and "Nothing", to be honest. I've been thrashing my way through college, just trying to get the year over with, and I'm in the process of applying to do Web Development at Abertay.

Over the last month, papa has taken a turn for the worst, several weeks ago, Doug, Gordon and I were pulled out of work as he became suddenly Ill. After about a week, he got a bit better, but since then he has turned worse, He's almost gone now. I just keep hoping he'll go in his sleep, that he'll be released form the pain and indignity he has suffered for so long, but everyday mum and dad phone me to say "No Change!". Here's hoping it's over with soon.

More Tomorrow.

Walking on Eggshells

After a goodly long break, it's time for a new post. I've been meaning to do this since new year's day, but procrastination kicked in. Huzzah!

I've been feeling anxious since yesterday when I found out that folk were getting payed off at work, and that I might be one of those people. Indeed, I found out when I map there tonight that one of the people who I started with got payed off. Safe to say that I wasn't the happiest of chappies. Slightly paranoid would be a good way to put it. What made it even worse was the stories going round, the overhyped kind, always happening to a friend of a friend. I was walking on eggshells when I got into work tonight, together with the fact that I was very nearly late, stressed me out all evening waiting to see I was called into one of the meeting rooms. Later on, I found out that my job was safe. Oh the relief. Even now, an hour after finding out, I'm still elated. What a day it's been.

1 SLEEP!

Yay! Only one single solitary sleep 'til Christmas!

More coming in the new year, I promise. I'll make a concerted effort to post regularly.

"Indie" kids

Guys who do the whole "Indie" look really annoy me. That haircut may be trendy, but you just look like an utter twat with it. As for cardigans, how fucking stupid. Skinny jeans? As above. Their attitude is so elitist, making fun of emo kids because of the stupid stereotype. You know what? I don't honest mind emo kids anymore, they are generally good people, defying the stereotype. You lot, however, are a bunch of obnoxious opinionated shites. Indie was originally about stepping back from the mainstream music industry, playing music the way you wanted, but nowadays Indie has become a byword for a market of generic crap. All these bands sound the same now, all with the crap hair and cardigans. I'm off to listen to some proper music. Rant, rant, rant.

Ack!

My thumb is bleeding and I don't know how or why! On the top between the mail and the skin. It's not sore, it's just bleeding. I doubt I'll bleed to death at work though. Five hours and a plaster later...

hmm...

It's half seven in the morning. What time is it? Random update time!

It's weird, y'know, because this morning I didn't feel nearly as tired as I usually do when I get out of bed at quarter to seven in the morning. I went to bed at about the same time, too. Transmission (the Torrent program I use for my Mac) is being annoying coz it's saying that one of the torrents is finished when it's quite clearly only 25% done. Grr. Just noticed a flyer downstairs advertising an world atlas. It says "Only £9.99 - Save £206!" Seriously, Who would pay £200 for a Atlas? But anyways, I suppose I'm just a skinflint. Going back to the subject of torrents and such, I'm currently downloading the entirety of Rolling Stone's 500 greatest albums. I doubt I'll keep them all. College this morning. At least I get to mess around with Dreamweaver and Photoshop. La de da.