tooth soup

The weekend just gone was quite fun – I managed to go out on both Friday and Saturday nights for once. Friday night we (Amy, Will and myself) travelled up to the Kalamunda Footy Club to participate in a quiz of epic proportions. We lost by epic proportions as well, but I still got a scented candle, so that was nice. Highlights of the night include being perthed twice (by Al the awesome physicist and Amy’s uncle and aunt), working out the latin word for sleepwalking by pure drunken intuition and meeting and beating Kate’s friend Hazel at a game of squares^*.

Saturday night was Justin’s engagement party and quite a few of the Video Ezy crew were invited around to share in the congratulations. We set up shop around a largish table in one of the outer bits and basically poached nibblies, drinks and cake all night. I spent a sizeable portion of the night removing the heads off the small glittery golden cupids strewn around the tables in the name of morbidity. I got a mild buzz on, which increased considerably when I had some champagne to toast the couple – turns out bubbles don’t agree with me. But I maintained a modicum of balance and poise until we got to Jen’s place and I crashed on a double bed and didn’t get back up. Until, of course, 7:30 the next morning. Playing soccer with a hangover as bad as I had would have been horrific had it not been for the fact that I got moved to the reserves side against a greek team – and seeming as though they were all mostly drunk anyway, I fit right in. And even managed a goal.

Monday morning I received a heartening phone call from the chemistry department saying a lady had found one of my books. Turns out her husband had been jogging around the river and saw some of my papers/books/etc on the shoreline. He picked them up and rang the chemistry department number found on the front of them and I picked them up yesterday afternoon. They were a bit waterlogged and very not-all-there but it was better than nothing. And I got back the most important thing – the honours project book I’ve been recording everything in this year.
That night Louise came over to Mum’s place and had dinner there and we watched Ultraviolet and Slither – the former being a textbook example why models should never enter the acting business and the latter being a fairly entertaining comedic horror with the lead guy from firefly.

Today I’ve gone into uni to discover that the two computers that I usually use to do my work are busted. One of them can’t load any graphics and the other gives a constant stream of messages in the terminal telling me that it is overheating and the CPU core is being modulated. Or something. In any case it prevents me from doing work on them. So I decided to retire to home to see if ssh’ing to them would alleviate the problem. It does on one, I think. Still means I have to use vim instead of gvim. Which shits me. Oh well.

Time to get back to that. Adios, muchachos.

*You know, that game where you draw a grid of points and then join them with lines to make squares by taking turns. Person with the most squares wins. It was crazy popular back in primary school, yo.

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