Nearly forgot to write this entry up. Again, I'm home for the weekend (actually seeing a film this time around) and so there won't be any posts for Saturday or Sunday.
Kept trying to get up for 9:00am this morning, but cold air and cold feet magnetised me under covers.
In the kitchen, someone went and left the heating on again over night.
In Jon Hunt's lesson on Digital Skills, at 12pm, we had our first proper introduction to Adobe After Effects. What a fun and versatile program! We were shown the basics of manipulating the various properties for assets (ie, opacity of clip, volume of sound etc) and also taught how to bring in .PSD files, 'nesting' them into other compositions. Our finished result was to eventually make a 15 seconds or so movie, with a live-footage DJ amongst a chosen background (usually a club, in my case, beach rave) with animated text. It was a lot of fun, and a night scene made sense because all these tacky effects could make sense only in that sort of area. Out of all the occasions, I didn't bring my notepad to take notes - but then I was keen on today's lesson that it's sunk in quite deep. Before finishing, James, from China, popped in and asked if I was able to help him with the voice recording this afternoon. Ouch, I can't quite as my dad was picking me up later. Told him I'd do it on Monday or Tuesday, guiltily.
When the lesson finished, I asked Jon if he ever saw the video I told him last week of an animated projection - video-mapping - on the 600 year old clock tower in Prague. Nein, he did not. I guess he couldn't find it, but thankfully he then started searching for it right away on a computer. Various search results, despite the nescessary key-wording, weren't bring up the video. Eventually he found it, and said he'd watch it later. He asked if I ever plan to projection of animation. ...maybe. One person in Foundation, last in Chichester College, did it on a surfboard, and someone else through an art rack. It was a neat touch - and the student near me said she once used animated projection as well.
Got back, and called up my father who should of been back by that stage. He was! Asked if I was going to head back tomorrow, but I'm doing it today. It sounded as if I'd have to head back by train, this time. My father would of also planned to pick me up from the station, but I'd be getting back at a time he'd be picking my sister Holly up from work. So in that regard, I started packing up at 2:00 or so. Whilst charging up my laptop and phone, I popped over to the Porter's Lodge and Accommodation office. Heading there, Jamie was on the way to his next lesson and told me of YouTube videos presenting Flash Mobs. (T-Mobile dance is a famous example of this) Of one in particular was a Ninja Flash Mob at a University campus. We parted ways at the 'lodge. I was there for bin liners, but as per usual it had to be closed during that time. So instead, headed up to the accommodation office for some maintenence forms.
Filled them out back home (flickering light in toilet, and jilted door in shower), and washed up my stuff in the kitchen. Packed my stuff up, this time utilizing logic and carrying things in a plastic bag with HANDLES. Left out my pencil case, so I could also make cleaner room for my laptop. Checked again and again to see if all the electricity in my room was off and then headed off to the station without leaving a trace of departure to anyone. I just hope I did lock my bedroom door.
On the way, I dropped off my maintenence form and traveled through Farnham. Carrying a bag with a handle this time is so much simpler than with full-on elbows or a luggage case (as handy as it was). The difference was noticeable quickly to me. I figured I'd definetly miss the 3:24 train, so I popped by Subway for a bite to take with me. Felt quite hungry. There, I found out a free drink is on offer when showing my student card - only when getting a normal sub, though. At first, I mistook it as being Sub of the Day to get the offer, or an actual 'sandwich'. Headed onewards and upwards to the train station, and brought my ticket. Asked a lady working there if I just missed the train to Aldershot...no. Oh? Much to my delight, it pulled up just then! It was late by about 2 minutes. That's some handy timing.
Nibbled on my sandwich, and kept on obsessivley attempt to sort out the packing and wrapping for the sub which went all over due to the cramped nature of the seats. Switching to the 17 minute train to Guildford, I ate both my sandwich and chocolate donut (I must of been pretty hungry...). At the Guildford station, I didn't see any of the Chinese students I saw working at the cafe stop last time. When the train pulled up, a pretty angry person hopped on ahead, causing the public's heads to turn in curiosity. Hearing more of him, I began to wonder...it's not untill his burst of apollogizing had I realised he suffered from tourretes. Initially, he stood opposite me on the train to Portsmouth harbour. It's nothing personal, but I kind of wanted to find a seat since my Uni bag was killing my shoulder (I swear last Friday, my muscle felt mushy afterwards) - sat opposite a guy with not one but two iPhones. And a Kindle. Tourette man passed on by, again prompting heads of the public to lift in response to his outbursts, akin to deer or cats to any form of wordly happening.
Trolley passed by, I wanted a KitKat but they costed about 80p. It's extortionate (despite buying one onboard last time) and didn't have the change for it. The double-whammy iPhone + Kindle diva opposite went the way of the pub and bought a packet of Walkers ready salted and a can of Carlsberg.
Eventually arrived at Havant, and the train for Emsworth was late by a few minutes. Sunk myself into some fast-paced orchestra on the train to Emsworth, and walk back.
Made it home, again. Whilst chilling out in my bed room (my father left my heating on for my arrival, which was kind) it wasn't untill 6:30pm that my sister got back with shopping - my father wasn't with her. Apparently, the car broke down at Waitrose and they attempted to contact me a bunch of times (4 missed calls, a text message requesting to call and a voice mail). I felt very guilt-ridden, and firmly pissed with myself for this being the 5th or so time missing a call because I acidentally set the silence on without noticing. That, and I cleverly left the phone flat, face-first, on my a soft bed. Holly calmed my guilt down, and wasn't too fussed over the scenario. She had a pretty damn bad day, though. Only £10 left, but ATM giving only £20 notes, unable to pay taxi driver, spiling something on herself, messing up an order, break-down at Waitrose...yeesh. Relieved her that at least this is the last of bad events, hopefully.
Next blog on Monday.
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