Thucking Thursday

Yeah. Thursday. Never quite been a reasonable day in my life. If it isn't holding my most hated lessons and subjects often, it's bad luck sabotaging me on regular basis.



Woke up this morning once again around 11am, mainly due to two of my housemates talking outside of my room until 4am. Nice sleep in the morning though. Got up, and in the kitchen a guy from maintenance was finally here to fix our sink! That was a great site. The reason for the blockage was, apparently, oil left in the drains blotching up over the course of the summer.

Headed to Waitrose for some extra bin bags, and bacon. During that time I was sunk deep into Death Cab for Cutie's tunes. Songs like those really bolster some good ideas regarding narratives - specifically scene and story developments. 'Transatlanticism' is absolutely ripe with emotional impulse, from the beginning piano introduction to the progressing guitar riffs. Including something like that in my animation would be brilliant but of course we live in the Era of YouTube and plagiarism now fires beyond all four of its cheap cylinders.

Put on the bacon and sausages when I got back, granted for something that should only take 15-20 minutes to grill, doing the things take me a whole hour. I blame the time it takes for the grill to heat up fully, and the sausages taking longer than it should to brown on all sides. Setting specific alarms on my iPhone didn't help the matter much anyhow (yummy anyway) and I was obviously going to be late for the Theory at 2pm.



Theory was in fact taking place in the LL Building whose initials I never know of. The building in question was for Graphics Design, Architecture and other specific courses. I was always curious on its purpose, and being able to finally look around the interiors was nice. It's a cool looking building with the same kind of sleek appeal of the library. Too bad though that I had absolutely no idea as to where room 11C was. The map wasn't giving any clues and it took me a while - plus to visits to the animation pin board in the main corridor - to the notice it was on the floor above.

I was too late regardless, and the teacher there suggested to come back at 3:30 for the other group who I am not a part of. This hiccup has happened before already, and every time it happens I get so pissed off with myself (and well, quite rightly so). My time management is either non-existent and when a smidgen of it is it tends to mean absolutely nothing in progression. How am I to pass the course if I keep on being a goof-ball like this? Seriously?

Well after lying on my bed and emo-ing up the moment lavishly, I headed to the session proper this time (and nearly arriving late). Two or so other students waited outside with me for the group inside to finish before 3:30. Of course, there must be some sort of fucking University protocol I am still yet to cotton onto, wherein everyone aside from me turns up early and therefor the session starts early. Yes, the group inside was in fact the group for 3:30. Oh well, nothing really lost in gained wisdom though.

The session in question for theory was actually to prepare us for the Holy Wars that is academic writing - and more importantly Judgement Day of Dissertation. I forgot her name (Leslie, I think), but the teacher herself was kind and informative. Academic writing for University level seems to place an even larger weight on getting the referencing right. Some assholes could potentially go as far as to fail a student on a slip-up with referencing. Bibliography is key, amongst many others - but even then this was just academic READING. I best attend to my To-Do list and start reading those books I bought with me to UCA!



Finishing the session I hop back to reheat the bacon and sausages I had to cling-film up. Was trying to call up home for a SITREP on the matter of reheating meat but I took a plunge. Nah, it was fine.

Also recieved a letter from TV Licensing. All of us in House 92 did, in fact! If it's not the case what we needed to get a TV license if we watched any sort of live TV we needed to actually inform them that we have no need for one since we wouldn't ever be watching TV. If that sounded incredibly redundant, there isn't really much I can say against that. It WAS.

The TV License wasn't the only item in the letter box addressed to me - a Porter's Lodge slip was also there. Awesome! I quickly grabbed some ID and raced down there, catching up with Roy who had also noticed a slip for his at the time. Roy was told, though, he did not have a delivery and passed by me on the way out of the Lodge.

 I, on the other hand, did and obtained a JAMIE OLIVER STAINLESS STEEL STOCKPOT. Awesome, 24cm isn't too shabby, either! When I opened it up though I find out that it was 24cm in width, not height. Height was a wimpy 5cm or so. :( But hey, I'm really grateful towards my dad for getting me this. Lot more recipes that I can cook up, now! Nikujaga, here I come!! Dad also mentioned in my e-mail that an Anglepoise lamp is on its way. It'll be handy considering I can't use my washbasin light as a bed-side light (note warns it'd overheat and break from being left on too long).



Sophie and the others would be going to Sainsbury's to do some shopping for 'Taco Thursdays'. I've already eaten but I enjoy hanging out with friends, so I tagged along like a tool. Speaking of tool, I tend to be spite most supermarket chain that isn't Waitrose. Why this is, is beyond me. It could be my upper-class blood simmering up at times, or my gang using Waitrose in Chichester frequently. Or my dad opting to use the John Lewis food division. (All the stuff he's ordered for me has in fact come from the John Lewis online store)

Whatever the case may be, glancing around Sainburys I could quickly see why most students living on campus chose to walk the extra distance. The deals on offer there were damn tempting. BOGOFF galore, and price cuts on brands all over. I gave in to temptation and brought a bag of Walkers Sensations and 6-pack can of coke. Coincidentally these had no deals going for them.

When it actually came to checking out, a gimmick caught my eye that I'd only glimpsed before once at Tesco in Chichester; self-check out. Looked handy seeing as I wasn't carrying enough to even warrant a basket, so I gave it a spin. Touch-screen controls and spoken instructions (of the key factor to people like me with somehow no experience working behind the till or counter) were of various other features and the process and experience was bees knees aside from some part of the paying procedure. It must of fucked up at some point or something because it asked for a staff number or so, if memory serves correct.
I just sort of stared at the screen in blank puzzlement, but an employee wondered pass and swiftly scanned something on the checkout of mine. Bingo-bango, it was resolved before I could figure out what the hell was happening.

Caught up to Sophie, Georgia and Louie who were waiting on Yannis. I asked them if they used the self-checkout system like I crawled out from under a boulder. Going by their response, I just did. Asked Louie if they're any good.
"They're great when they work. When they don't, it'll piss you off."
Being machines, I had guessed as much.

Yannis bought a surprising amount of stuff. I took a bag for him on the way back and didn't question or peek at the contents. Yes it was for some reason necessary that you know this. After we split paths from Louie (not our housemate btw) and went to the kitchen, I was jumped by Chris (Also not our housemate as I not learnt until yesterday) in the dark. Bastard! But he intended it for his friend Yannis, and must of thought I didn't go with everyone to Sainsburys, whilst also knowing him well enough that he arrives in the kitchen first every time.

Everyone went ahead and started with cooking Tacos. Yannis was 'bored' and repeatedly chanted Coka-Cola so I offered him one much to his surprise. He must of been really freaking bored because upon returning to my room I heard him chanting more random stuff at an even higher pitch outside, to the amusement of everyone else.

After eating an entire sharing pack of Walkers Sensations again, and re-watching The Girl Who Leapt Through Time a 3rd time (with English this time, weirdo I am) I cleaned myself up and went upstairs to make some tea. Some housemates - Sophie, Jamie and Yannis, and others from nextdoor were around the table preparing to play cards + drinks. An Asian girl I saw previously chatted to me briefly about my course, and shortly wondered over to me again from the group to continue to the conversation, which to me was unexpected but sweet.

As per usual now with these trends, I forgot her name if she even gave one. Found out she was doing a course in Advertisement and told me how they're taught to be competitive. No surprise, Advertisement seems to be like that from I've seen and been told before.
Did my best to ease her in that regard though. Not sure if I did such a good job, probably not.
She returned to the table and asked me to join. Good idea, as I have this awful habit of ominously watching everyone around the table. I sort of joined in with the group briefly but not for long - I had stuff to finish up and paying the rent was one of them. I reassured the girl I'd return shortly but I never did. Whoops! I let slip about me writing this blog though, so I hope she never finds it. :D

Kept seeing missed calls from home, so I promptly rang back. I never did get those account/sort codes and sure enough it was because Holly was skeptical over the idea of sending/talking them over networks. I didn't say anything against that other than both me AND her sent that sort of details without question over to dad when he requested it. She appologized over her supposed snap shortly after and gave me the details, Payed up the rent as well, made very easy thanks to RBS in fact storing my previous payments online.

Talked to Holly on Skype and she was quick to notice my funky and what must be REBELLIOUS facial hair styling that I am developing. It's not much, in fact. Just a 6 'o clock shadow and some beard on the chin. It was enough to warrant a comment like "prisoner" (I think) but this makes sense considering I am living in what is essentially a fucking prison cell. :< It's alright actually, I love this room now.
Was nice to see my sister 'o mine on Skype though. Hope all goes well for my sister and brother on Friday and Sunday.

Had to edit this entry again to squeeze in the extra boring info. I'm hoping this doesn't alter the 'date' of the post as I like to keep this a daily routine entry. That said I need to write these in earlier as opposed to later since it often results in me racing agains the clock before midnight. Kind of annoying.

Also need to photocopy the four-panel frame template tomorrow for the comic diary I have to do every day. Which I am currently lagging behind on - DURP.

Looking forward to tomorrow on Digital Skills My first sessions should be at 10am in LL 11B. I am DEFINITELY getting up at 7am for it.