Math is delicious

There's a fat yellow moon tonight, like a demon baby. Or some such.
Today was a long day at uni. Many many hours, three of them lectures/tutes for a subject that doesn't make much sense and everyone wants to argue about. Which should count as at least six hours, I feel. I was so sick of it I made a pretty picture instead of doing the readings. I'll do 'em tomorrow when I'm less grumpy about the whole shebang.
On the bright side, since my tutor showed us, I am vair vair smart (as Kat would say) and can do year eleven algebra. Multiplying and dividing... er... polynomials I think. Sweet huh. Someone had the bright idea of laying it out in an array so I can see the problem. Even negative numbers give me no pause, mwah hah ha.
That's enough bragging for now.

Pretty Picture:

Penguin hehe

Much math today. Also Louise brought me a cupcake! I have luvverly friends!

I detest the cutesy animal Optus advertisements, except this one, which I quite like. Penguins hehe.

Church-Day

Howdy, all. The weekend has been pretty quiet. I did some grocery shopping and some sleeping, and some reading. Today has been church day, with church and Sunday school and singing practice and church. All of which were good. We're gearing up here for a family concert next weekend, in which I will be singing and squirting people with a spray bottle but not at the same time.

Spider-pig, spider-pig...

Simpsons Movie this afternoon. It was - um - big. Like a really, really big episode of the Simpsons. And yes, I do understand that's basically the concept. Just I can't really say whether it was good or bad, although it wasn't bad, it was just - big. Not poorer, not better than the Simpsons generally are. Pretty good way to waste a couple hours.

Hiya!

Well, I shopped today. Not spending money I didn't need to spend, just mostly buying stuff like textbooks and binders, and birthday pressies, and new earphones for my MP3 player 'coz the old ones is borked. Also went to a tute, and bought a ticket to the Simpsons Movie for tomorrow. (Okay, maybe a little bit of money I didn't need to spend.)
Grandma's a bit sick, got a buggy thing. Not good. So am putting my spectacular hunter/gatherer skills to use and feeding myself. Which I am rather ashamed to say, mostly involves subsisting entirely on toast and rice crackers. And orange juice. If I bought some pot ramen I could live like any other uni student...

Huh.

That uni thing happened again today. Go figure.

Uni

I'm thinking of all the fun uni- words today could have involved. Unicycle. Universe. Unicorn.
But no. I get: University.

Which was not completely un-fun, what with the seeing people, and the thing where your brain actually has something to do for a change, and the coffee. I was like totally wired for two hours after espresso. The kind of wired where you say to people things like "Yes. No. Wait, yes. No, wait, I just did that." Hmm, or the kind of wired where you use the phrase "like, totally."

The general Mathiness of Math was a downside, but on the upside, there was geometry, which is practically art (especially in primary school.) When your assignments are on stuff like the Golden Mean and symmetry, life ain't too bad.

Church etc.

This is a little post to say that today I went to 'my other' church and saw everyone and that was fun. The pastor's on leave, so the session clerk gave a message about our God-given duty to support our pastor. Cute.

Everyone likes my haircut. (Squee.)

I've lost my place in Orthodoxy for the third time, and always takes me forever to find it again. Sigh. One would think that I would learn.

Also for the first time ever I entered a Sims 2 contest at one of the forums. My sister sighs as I sink to new depths of obsession. Here's one of the pics from my entry. I give you Mindy. (The comp was alien-themed.)

All About Harry

This morning, I got up and went to be at The Big Shops at 09:01, to count from ten and pop the party popper and have store attendants blow catch-a-bubbles on me while I stood in a line. And it was naff-but-fun, which was exactly what I was expecting. And this afternoon, about five-ish, I was finished a Harry Potter for the first time for the last time. And it totally wasn't worth the hype, but the hype was fun and hilarious while it lasted.
As for the book itself, I'm not too sure, other than Woot-woot-Neville-yay and err... if that's going to be your epilogue, why even bother? and Teddy-squee and the fact that not one of the deaths in the book was given the respect it deserved. (Paragraph designed to contain few spoilers but also, unfortunately, completely lacking in any kind of sense to those who haven't read the book.) It's a bit of a pity that Jo Rowling stopped writing books after about number four or five and started writing movie treatments. But still, I laughed out loud and sobbed and gasped and read with a hand over my mouth and was properly grumpy when people tried to distract me for no good reason. (I was not grumpy at Grandma, who had a good reason.)
And, really, by the seventh book a series will probably be flagging.
The Last Battle, anyone?

She's Baaaack...

Well, I'm back in the city ready to start another semester of uni on Monday. Flew outta Tullamarine yesterday, got here mid-afternoon and was fairly amazed by the bright shining thing up in the sky. Northern winters are ridiculously un-wintery :)
Reading Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton, which I got at Koorong yesterday (11 dollars! Yay cheapness!) It's rather challenging and occasionally hilarious, which are both good things. Read Terry Pratchett's Wintersmith yesterday. I was on the holds queue at the library for ten months, and knocked the book over in five hours, but it was good nevertheless.
Tomorrow I'm reading... can you guess?
a) The Ultimate Guide to V8 Supercars
b) Watching Paint Dry and Other Amusing Hobbies (Possibly to do with Gardening)
c) Girly Girly Bad Chick-Lit
d) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Hmm...
Judging by the fact that last night I went out to The Big Shops to buy the most expensive piece of dark blue paper with stars on that I've ever owned, but that's okay because tomorrow they're going to let me swop it for Harry, I'd probably go with d).
Not that there's anything wrong with V8 supercars, paint, or gardening.
(Bad chick-lit is bad chick-lit, I'm afraid.)

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Sorry no posts. I on hollydays.