<b>Listening:</b> Mai Yamane, “See You Space Cowboy…”
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“So, D, how was your day?”
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That’s for asking, ageless faceless gender-neutral culturally-ambivalent audience person (afgncaap for short). Well, today I went to my CSCI101 Lab and did another 10% test. I finished in about, oh, maybe 30 minutes this time (the pivot table in Excel took all of three extra minutes to figure out). I dunno about the multiple choice stuff, but I got 100% for my practical bit. The tutors kept coming to re-check my answers against those of other people instead of using the marking sheet, so that’s always a good sign (honestly, kids, it’s really <i>not that hard</i>
. Anyway, the lady next to me made a bloody good point. She didn’t go so well in the test, but at least she did it and it was all her own work and was prepared to admit that she’d done badly. That’s fine. What’s piss annoying is when all the people around you are cheating – looking up the worksheets, asking the people next to them, asking <i>me</i> (fuck off and do your own work) – or, even better, arguing and bitching to the tutors when they got stuff wrong. For fuck’s sake, people! If you do badly, just admit it. Everything in the test had been covered in the lab (not even the lecture; the <i>lab</i> which is, y’know, like, <i>compulsory</i>
. Stop fucking dicking about pretending you know everything and maybe you’ll actually do well next time…
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Anyway… after all that pain I pissed off into the city to go shopping. I really needed a new pair of jeans, so I got a pretty neat pair from some “we import weird stuff from Asian fashion houses, so if you can fit it, you can buy it”-type shop called La Víta. It was one of the sort of places where nothing is above size 12 (or size 32, as it were). I think I managed to track down the <i>only</i> pair of size 14 jeans in the shop. They were pretty cool, too. Very low, though… Oh well. So that’s that errand out of the way. Then, in my continuing quest to look like the matchbox girl, I bought a new box of hair dye. It’s still wet at the moment, but all the indications point to a half-decent colour when it dries. Here’s hoping. I kind of felt like <i>Psycho</i> washing it out; all this red goo running all over the shower… Got new pair of earrings, too, just for the hell of it, and some lip balm ‘cause it’s starting to get wintery-windy up here (though not, I must point out, actually cold).
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So yeah. That was my day.