Baby, it’s time to think, better beware be canny and careful

Well, Geoff seems to think that I shall be doing some kind of explanation on the ‘girls’ side of things – which was happening in place of erm, home group this evening. I don’t wish to disappoint but there really isn’t much to tell. Our turn out was 75% lower than the guy’s impressive 16. The ratios at church are whacked.

So it really consisted of the four us, Jess, Laura, Isobelle and myself eating scones, raspberries, ice-cream and white chocolate (simultaneously) – mine was truly a mess, and watching some dreadfully old Marilyn Monroe chickflick about how to marry a millionare that Jess picked. The extra raspberries were almost worth the less people showing up, more to go round -how horrible!

Unfortunately my day wasn’t quite all raspberries. I’ve still not quite learned to appreciate the 9’o clock Tuesday start, particularly after the stupidity of 3 nights in a row of just scraping into bed before 2am. I did however enjoy the walk from crackerjack parking to uni. 10 blissful minutes alone outside without any pressure to do anything except proceed whatever function propells your self from location a to location b – they usually call it walking.

So. As today was Assignment D-day I handed in the first two and that was fine. Spent some time talking with Jen, Justin, Ben and Kim. On the way to lunch __ said, “I don’t mean to sound racist but… xyz blahdeblah.” My response found it’s way out my mouth from my head, “Well actually, that is kind of racist.” she took it surprisingly well, might have tried to justify it. What has me wondering is, is it worth it to say what I think in those situations or to just listen and aim to ‘keep’ friends? Which really requires no thought and is massively easy to answer. I’m going to speak my mind regardless when I get truly comforatable and to be honest, I probably value keeping my standards up (whether today classifies as that, or I was just being pedantic) than having to listen to crap. Valuing people is important, but erm, got to find that balance to where hanging round them is actaully beneficial.

A good half hour after lunch, I make my way to building P for Comparitive Imaging and find Ben there (he’s not in that class) working on some video and doesn’t want to move. I pull out my CD to check if “assignment due today #3” will work on the Mac’s and look down in horror at the wrong one. Sound Files written in permenant marker does not mean Typology/Conceptual images. “Oh, crap” Ben kindly says he’ll save my spot or go and find her if I run out time or some mildly gallant offer which I didn’t fully hear… I go off in desperate search for Penelope (tutor of previous class). I find her in her office, which I now know the location of, a slight miracle and do the blessed swap. Back to class. 2hrs of presentations. Both of mine were well recieved which is always nice.

Oh yes some quality intelligence displays today! Half way through CI, I realise that I’ve left my gallery review (Assignment due today #4) at home. I cut out of class and make a phone call to Dad and after some stuffing around, messaging and emails he forwards the attachment and I reprint the one I had left two copies sitting at home. Paper waster.

I unsucessfully managed to not get in early on the queue for showing my Urban Landscape photos (Assignment due today #5). Two and a bit hours of watching varying degrees of photographic presenations is exhausting. People heads end up on tables, the food comes out and the claps get less enthusiastic. It’s a total sense filled experience. My photos were alright, still not entirely convinced I picked the best 11 out of 48 to show, but hey. I got out 20 minutes early which was okay.

I am shockingly tired again and I was going to write about something reasonably meaningful but somehow I don’t think it’s going to happen. Burkie, make me talk about what you challenged me on the other night sometime. Alternatively blog it yourself and I can pull ideas off of you.