tooth soup

Contrary to the subject, this post will not feature any revelations of love giving at all. I apologise but said subject is merely a line from Ben Lee’s best song that I’ve had stuck in my head all goddamn day. And I believe that putting something down on paper is the best way to give it a life of its own and stop it form interfering with yours.

Shit, it’s been almost a week since I posted last. That’s kind of out of the ordinary for me. I guess since we’ve hit the study break I’ve had a whole lot of nothing to do and consequently nothing to really say. I worked Friday night and Saturday, so I missed out on such drunken revelry as Kate’s 21st and Grant’s 21st. Which was irritating because I kind of wanted to get really drunk at both of those parties, but was forced instead to deal with people I don’t know and truly don’t care a lot about (except the good customers of course). But apparently I am getting a chance to drain my Bacardi bottle with James and Amy over a night of Mashed – the ultimate party game which I introduced to them and then lent to Amy for her to unlock all the good courses. So that should be really fun when it happens, gotta love a bit of Xbox fanboy(girl)ism.

Aaaaaand I just found out that my computer is infected with malware. Great. I believe it came from one of the emails I opened without thinking from my hotmail account. Fuck hotmail. I’ve hardly even used that acount – I only got it because I believed at the time that getting one was the only way to sign up for MSN. That and it’s a convenient spam account to sign up all my stupid download accounts to. So now every 5 seconds I’m getting pop-ups for viagra, investment, mobile phone wallpapers and boobs. The latter of course I don’t actually need due to the fact that we’ve had a LAN at my place for a while now (going on 3 days but winding down now) and the amount of pr0n that has been splashed around is just insane. Mind you I don’t actually leech any of the stuff since my imagination could be considered as…enough for my, umm, needs. Heh, but enough of that particular line of converse.

Went into university today to finish off the relativity worksheet in Maple 9.5. If that sentence didn’t make any sense to you at all don’t worry – it’s technical speak for mathy stuff with big equations. With the help of Karl I managed to get the hang of the syntax enough to produce a rather unimpressive graph of time dilation, length contraction and relativistic mass as a function of velocity. Yay for me. Oh and I got an e-mail from the curtin book shop letting me know that they had a book for me 5 days ago. And thanks to OASIS not being up for the past 4 days I only got that e-mail this morning. And they only hold the books for 3 days – do the maths and it adds up to the Curtin infastructure being seriously against me and mine. Woe is me etc etc.

This Old Love by Lion is a very good song. Get it, grab it, goat it, listen to it, love it.

Not a lot else to say, except you have to check out that bunny thing that Andew devoted a page to on his journal. Funniest thing I’ve seen since The End of the World. Seriously.

Okay, bed now.
Teh P.

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