This is a big entry that encompasses a load of little entries from the last couple of weeks that I have been typing into my PalmPilot as they occurred to me.
So there.
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28/3/01 7:49 am - After being awake for too long, consuming too much caffiene and sugar the world seems to take on a very surreal edge. After a graveyard shift (which usually implies > 20 hours awake, and many Red Bulls) Everything's a bit muted, distant. I'm sitting now in an underground bus stop and although there's people talking and moving around, busses going past, lifts with lights going up and down and some guy asking me for directions it doesn't actually feel like I'm here. Liek this is happening to me.
28/3/01 12:35 am - W.A.S.T.E.- Radiohead gear. I want to get all of it.
27/3/01 10:22 pm - On the way to work - After traffic.
Interesting movie - awesome photography, really grainy, sepia toned documentary style camerawork. Subject matter is not really the most original, but had enough interesting stars and places to keep it going. Had every "token mexican" actor, all in the same movie. The only ones missing were Antonio Banderas and that big acne'd mexican guy that plays the acne'd mexican whenever an acne'd mexican is needed for a film.
2 1/2 hours long, so I missed my train, had to get a taxi and scum money from flatmates to pay. Them's the breaks.
27/3/01 5:49 pm - Going to see traffic with Lauren. All good. She's been looking after me all afternoon as I have (once again) no money. Getting paid tonight though. She bought groovy-as-hell gold silk-satin long sleeved shirt. Going with the leather pants on the weekend I think she'll be a hit!
I know that I'll certainly be hitting on her.
26/3/01 10:11 pm - Graveyard with Deano. Phil dropped me to the train station, in a car.
There's people in a house about 50 meters from the train station singing raucously along to Queen. Some guy talking on his mobile at the other end of the bench. Crickets are chirping. Don't feel tired, yet. But I will soon. That's where Red Bull (tm) fits in. Flatmates keep telling me how it kills you, so obviously I've taken this warning very seroiusly and had some deep soul searching to do.
I still drink Red Bull (tm).
Not sure if the shirt I'm wearing will pass the dress code for work. It this long sleeved loose weave cotton deal, cream and light grey squares with thicker threads of earthy red and yellow running through. Hope I don't get my ass kicked for it.
Incoming train. Pack away computer.
23/3/01 8:22 pm - Going to work early - being a little bit naughty as Heidi is leaving early so I'll be left alone in the office with Webby :) Not that anything naughty will occur, probably. I'm too much of a good boy, I put my career first always and wouldn't dream of misbeaving. Lauren's completely different though - she's a total animal, she'll probaby try to jump me as soon as I get through the door. I'll just have to be strong and tell her not to be so blase about her life and think of the future for a change, rather than just living for the moment.
Saw Madeline too, for the first time in ages (hi Mad) She's a groovy chiq. One of the original groovy chiqs. Seems to be having shitloads of fun, had a cool techyguy with her called Rene or someting... Probably Rene. Had an extremely weird haircut. Looked like a rasta monk. But tres cool guy.
23/3/01 1:51 pm - Back from Uni - actually missed my tutorial - it was at _12_ not 1. How coud I be so stupid! That's ok, went in to the class, waited outside until 1 (at this stage I still thought that was when it started) and apologised to my tutor, had a nice little chat to her about the comedy festival 'cause there's no tutorial or lecture next week. She wished me luck and said not to worry about the tute as she believed that I'm probaby fine with the subject (I've been to one tute so far, so that's pretty cool)
Server is behaving very bady, not sure why, had a bit of a play with it last night, but didn't do anything which should prevent it from working. I wish I knew more about this stuff, I wish that linux wasn't like shooting fish in the dark with a gun made from soap (this doesn't refer to linux itself, just my ability with it).
This keyboard is playing up, a load of characters don't come out when I type. I'm not sure if it's 'cause I don't press hard enough or if it's the board itself, but it's damn annoying. Space bar is really crap - I have so many words that just runtogetherlikethis, whichis shit. See, it just happened there, I didn't mean to type whichis. That really sux.
23/3/01 11:48 am - Waiting for the train @ Toowong, going to uni.
Well when I say uni, what I probably mean is part of uni - I was supposed to have a lecture this morning - lecture 9-12, hour off, tute 1-2. Didn't like this plan though, don't ike my chances of staying up from 11-7 tonight if I got up this morning @ 6:30.
Phil is supposed to be moving in today - when I say supposed, he was apparently arriving @ 10:00, but I left @ 11:30 so maybe he's having a flexi.
Had my first experience of government funding yesterday - went to the Centrelink office to lodge my Austudy application. It wasn't anthing like the nightmare I was led to expect - no homeless people camped out in the foyer, no welfare mums with 18 screaming kids, no gangs of punks, pensioners and miscellaneous perverts hanging around trying to relieve me of my hard-earned handouts :)
The government employees were not belligerent assholes waiting to demoralise me and destroy my life, in fact the woman I was served by was extermely nice.
In all it was a very weird experience.
21/3/01 4:17 am - Mouse Rage:
Psychosis brought on by bad quality work mouse clogging with miscellaneous crap and jumping over the precise target point on the screen. Mouse rage is caused by feelings of helplessness and frustration at the low quality of the available mice at place of work and anger at the fact that loser unimportant traffic team a-holes are provided with lovely optical mice.
Mouse race is characterised by increasingly jerky mouse movements accompanied with muttering. If this does not result in appropriate pointer placement mouse will be shaken back and forth and beaten on the desktop. then upended and the ball removed for compulsive cleaning activity despite repeated past cleaning efforts. Cleaning is usually accompanied by belligerent glaring at any onlookers brought by banging outburst.
I get this a lot.
19/3/01 12:47 pm - Dunno about the whole transport thing. Walking. Blah. Feel like a tosser typing on teh train so I'm going to stop.
19/3/01 10:14 am - To do list:
1. Get pacer from mikey
2. Give mikey notes in return for pacer
19/3/01 10:15 am - ATM
This is a little picture I drew on the bus.
I wasn't pissed off at the whole ATM thing.
Closure, that's what it is. Closure.
19/3/01 9:54 am - Feel a little better. Apparently you can get a temporary card for accessing your mone rather than waiting until the next ice age comes around for them to make your new card. So I went in, talked to the nice lady. Talked to another nice lady. Badda-bing, badda-bip.
Money. Straight from a non-carnivorous ATM.
Awesome. The world is a great place. Now my only problem is the possibility that my teacher won't believe my story.
Done.
19/3/01 9:06 am - I am soooo pissed off right now. I spent all of last night until 4 this morning finishing my drawing assignment. All done, all good. Get up faithfully to go to uni three hours later, do al the getting-ready-stuff. Get on bus, ride in bus to city, get off bus. Walk to stop. Have ten minutes to wait for bus. Decide to go get redbull. Go to ATM to get money for redbull. Put card in slot. Slot isn't there........
Card falls into machine. Right into the evil slimy dark bowels of the card-eating ATM from hell. No rescue for card. Feel pissed off cause all of my gettin up early and getting ready has probably gone to waste. Call up ATM support. Notify them that machine is toast. Woman says
"I'll put you through to card cancellation services." James says,
"No, I don't need it cancelled. It'sjust down inside the machine. I'll get it when they fix it right?"
Yeah right.
"No I'm sorry, that machine is not serviced by a branch, so the card will be destroyed."
"But it's just there, it'sjust inside. I could probably reach it if I had thinner fingers..."
"I'm sorry Sir. The ArmourGuard people are required to destroy that card.
FUCK
YOU
WORLD.
Fine. Great. Sorry I helped.
Shit.
So I am now waiting for the bank to open, so I can get some %^#$%^ money, so I can go to uni and hand in my ^#$#$%&#$^ assignment which I have totally done really well and would have got in on time.
GIVL.
Sometimes I get a fleeting moment where I _know_ that there is a God and I know that he has a much better sense of humour that most people make out.
I wonder if I should go to the ATM and see if those guys are fixing the machine and see if I can get my card back from them. I'd probably have to argue. That's OK, I'm in the mood for arguing.
Then all I'd have to do is call up the card services place, and convince them to un-cancel my card, un-order a new one, and try to un-piss me off.
Not that I'm really pissed off or anything. More bemused that this would happen to me.
Just ran into Shitler's (Missy's) little brother. Hey Missy's brother if you ever read this. You came and talked to me at [19/3/01 9:31 am] when you were wagging school.
Bank open now. I guess I should go in and feel stupid.
Cool
Out
Don't
Feed
The
ATM
Jay
