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I'm 20 now.

Guess I'm in my early twenties now.

Woke up late, had a shower, got dressed, went to see if I had any post. I had some letters and a note from the post office saying I'd missed a parcel. I opened the letters and started to go off to the post office. I was just about to walk downstairs when I noticed on the back of the card that you have to collect parcels before noon on a Saturday. It was 11.55, a 10-15 minute walk, so I went back to my room. A few minutes later, my mum rang, and wished me happy birthday, enquiring if I had received my parcel. I explained that, due to lectures and other comitments, I would not be able to collect it until Tuesday, or more likely Wednesday. She then complained at me for not being up at 8.30 to collect aforementioned parcel from postman, and informed me that this meant that her efforts and extra postage costs in order for it to reach me in time had been wasted. Hohum.

Still, guess I can't be too greedy - it's not like I haven't recieved anything; 14 spams before midday, including such gems as 'We will pay you bills', 'DVD Copy Software cojahfsdv' and 'Put a end to septic tank maintenace'. And it could be worse - I could be a ruddy duck

Anyway, after reading this story about the celebrities who I share a birthday with, I thought it might be a bit of fun to find out about the celebrities who I share a birthday with: Roger Daltrey, Harry Belafonte, David Broome, Mike d'Abo, Mike Read, Catherine Bach, Ron Howard, Nik Kershaw and Lady Rose Windsor. Seems I was wrong.

So, in search of some fun, I tried turning to google. First one that turns up is one David McGillan who says he's going to living and eating off the land at the Brecon Beacons to raise money for Macmillan Cancer Relief. Very noble cause and good luck to you, but hardly fun. So then I found Number 7, who says he is called Andy, is 11 years old and likes to play basketball. Good for him. Chris and Cassie went to Little Mexico last year. So, having got bored of this game, I tried googlism. Apparently, the first of march is the best.

I'm going to go have some breakfast.

Tristan made me a pizza last night, which we ate. It was good. While he was making it, I got my DXR3 working in mir. The problem I'd had before was that it wasn't actually plugged in. Oops.

After the pizza, Tristan and Jason said we were going to the pub for a drink. Yay, I thought, birthday drinkies. So I put on shoes and stuff and we walked into town, into a pub and wandered round looking for somewhere to sit. I then noticed that I recognised some of the people at the table we were approaching, they were off my course. Took me a while to realise they were there as a surprise party thingy - what can I say, I'm slow. And paranoid. But there were loads of people and they had presents for me and a card and they bought me drinks and stuff and it was cool :) They got me a model rocket which burns and then takes photos from up in the air. Nice :) Not sure where I can set it off, but I'm sure I'll find somewhere :) After that, we went to another pub where we drank cider that tasted like smoked cheese. Which was a little odd. Nice, but odd :p Then kebab shop and back here, where we watched True Lies from mir using the DXR3 - it was pretty and in sync and stuff :) Some people were taking photos of it, so may get some of them.

Fabulous evening, best birthday ever - thanks everyone :)

I am so lazy. I've just sat on the sofa for 3 hours. I'm so tired I hurt and ache. I want to go to bed. But I have work to do, had better do that.

*YAAAAAWN*

Nat has put the photos of yesterday on her site. I will steal them and put them in my photos section shortly :)

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Tristan's lecture went pretty well yesterday. He only broke down, repeated himself and stuttered a few times.

There appears to be a woman standing outside the library talking loudy into a loudspeaker, and getting ignored by everyone. She sounds a little like those recordings you get of Hitler giving rousing speeches to spur his troops onwards to glorious battle, murder, rape and pillage. But she's probably just complaining about war or taxes or christians or something.

It's my Mum's birthday tomorrow (well, today now), so I'm home. We'll go have some food tonight, and in the morning, I'll be going to tonbschl. Or, if you're one of my many regular readers who go to the aforementioned school, I am coming for you. I know where you live. Well, if you're a boarder. Seriously though, keep up the ever-creative fan mail, we love it. That was the first time I'd ever been called that, good to see that imagination isn't just something that small immature people have.

Wednesday I went to Tony's house and ate pancakes with some other people, and we then went up to campus to watch Spirited Away. That's a class film, play finally have it listed as coming on dvd (albeit R1) in April this year. Definitely worth buying.

And today I watched Taken. Saw it last week and wasn't terribly impressed, but this weeks was pretty good. Or maybe I'm just tired, and anything other than the black, white and pIzZa's PCGRY cname is a welcome distraction. Who knows.

And with that, I am going to bed.

I'm sitting in the uni library setting up mir so that it initialises the dxr3 when it turns on. Had a sandwich earlier. I've just done some stuff to the tonbschl site. I have 6 emails in my inbox, all are spam. Boring day.

I woke up this morning at 6.30 to opera music, and Tristan occasionally whistling along (badly and out of tune :p). He had forgotten to prepare the lecture notes for his C++ lecture this afternoon, so stayed up all night doing it. Fool.

There's someone outside waving the French flag.

I am speechless.

Perhaps they're making fun of them.

Or maybe they've invaded and have claimed Bath University as their capital. Hmm. Nah, that one's not very likely. French tanks have 5 gears; 4 reverse and one in case the enemy attacks from behind. And you know the difference between toast and the French? You can make soldiers out of toast. (Thanks Tristan and Dave :))

Ernie 1.3.6 has a bug, I can't be bothered to release 1.3.7 over it because nobody uses it. But if you do and you want to know, it's because I copied and pasted my standard read_file subroutine, and of course that calls an error sub that I didn't copy and paste. To fix it, just search for '&error' and replace it with 'die'.

Hello. My day has been 'interesting'. I did stuff, and stuff happened.

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And this is brilliant.

All my friends seem to be taking this Personality Disorder Test, so I thought I would too. And, as is customary with these online quiz things, I answered it honestly. My results are:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Very High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Very High
Narcissistic:	Very High
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High

and you can find out what these things mean here. Some of them are rather contradictory and general, but it's not that bad, I'm just really fucked up :)

Simon and Nat, on an assignment for impact, took me along to Spotlight, a dance extravaganza, put on by Bodysoc and featuring about 30 extremely attractive girls who were wearing clothes that left very little to the imagination, and were prancing around on stage about 5m away from me - I was sitting in the middle of the front row, and therefore had a great view. I'm not sure I how I can now mention the Can Can without sounding like a dirty old man, which, I must admit, I did at first feel like, watching these attractive and half-naked girls bouncing around. But in the interval, Nat pointed out that they wanted me to stare at them, and that they would be offended if I didnt, so that made everything OK; it was like sitting on a bus staring at the girls, apart from without the odd looks, slaps and threats of legal action.

But, putting aside the fact that I had to watch scantily clad girls for about 3 hours, it was still really very very good. There were several numbers with tap dancing girls (and everyone loves tap dancing girls, especially Hobbit, you dirty dirty child), a very impressive acrobatic thing by the girls from (we believe) the cheerleading society, and many other exciting things, including girls dancing to the music of Fame and dancing cowboy girls. The dancing was fantastic, the girls were glorious, and a great evening was had by all :)

It's on again tonight, but I'm going to a party that Nat is holding in honour of her sister.

And while on the subject of great evenings, here's a game which some of you will have already played.

It's now 7.15 Sunday evening, where did the weekend go? Well, I know where it went. Partly sleeping, partly getting woken up by tristan's alarm at 8, and at 8.20 realising he was staying at his grandparents house and that the alarm isnt going to turn itself off, and eating.

Went to Nat's party last night, was fun. We watched the blues brothers. That's a good film :)

Anyway, back to the work.

Since I know I have so many readers, I thought I'd add a comment feature to my diary. If you're one of those odd people who links to my diary, then the 'comment' link replaces the 'link' link, and your old links will still work. And if you're one of those odd people who reads what I write, then click the comment link and comment.

God I'm bored.

Edit: Put the link link back, because someone got confused.

Just wow.

Time to stock up, looks like we're going to war!


I'm ready to do my bit... are YOU?

I bet you're all as excited as I am at the prospect of 24/7 coverage of the fighting on all 4.5 of the terrestrial TV channels we can pick up, and as envious as I am of those who can pick up CNN and the other 6 BBC channels too. I only hope we get Peter Snow again, with his up-to-the-minute reports of exactly where our troops are. Maybe he'll give out GPS co-ordinates this time round, help the Americans work out who not to shoot at. Or, let's be more realistic, help them work out what they just dropped a few hundred tons of bombs on.

News just in! The Aussies want in! And the POTIS is going to speak to the world at 1am! Woo!

So many protests, so many protestors. You'd have thought that would have affected the governments actions a bit. To be honest though, is it really any surprise that President Blair ignores it? *shrug* he could silence most of the tree huggers easy enough, they're just bitter that they don't have BBC News 24...

I'm introducing Tristan to Eurotrash. We're watching naked italian girls with baskets of tomatoes. You should see the look on his face - he looks very confused :p

And as for this... heheheh

Turn this into a computer game, and they'd have a winner!

With war is probably less than 24 hours away, and the government still not taking my advice by not giving the people Sky, there are even more hippies prancing around the streets of the world waving their little 'Touch your sack, not iraq' hippy signs... I say bring out the water cannon, and give the dirty peace-mongerers a much needed wash.

This weeks B3ta newsletter arrived today... was pretty crap. Especially Rob Manuel's thing. Couple were ok; this and this. And you americans who think we have bad teeth obviously haven't seen this.

And apparently...


How evil are you?

These things are a load of crap :)

Especially after I scored the following on the political compass:

Economic Left/Right: -2.25
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -1.38

(my position and an explanation)

I feel dirty.

Not so much 'sitting on the bus' dirty, more 'been hugging a tree and haven't washed in months' dirty.

Still, a recent purchase makes me feel better; I'm listening to Ivy - Apartment Life, and it's a very good album indeed. That makes two Ivy albumns I have bought as a direct result of downloading one MP3. Heh, and 9 as a direct result of watching Roswell High ;) I bought them because they were good; perhaps the RIAA should look at the link between Britney+boy-band pop and slumping music sales...

Been watching hippy cams. Scary. And have been watching the war. Lots of pictures of fire. Heheh.

Looks like the merkins haven't been watching the BBC enough...

I am mildly drunk and stuff. I just had a co-op three cheese pizza, and it sucked. Don't buy it. The picture on the box looks nice. The pizza is crap. I'm not talking 'no flavour, crap base, waste of money' crap, even though it had no flavour, a crap base and was a waste of money; no, it's worse. A lot worse. True, not 'excrement spread on stale bread' worse, but pretty close.

Very disappointing.

Anyway, it was a toga night tonight. Roman romp thing; students dress up as romans (ie wear home-fashioned togas) and go get drunk. I didn't dress up (although if I was wearing a toga, I'd be banned from entering pubs; drunk students have difficulty keeping the drink down as it is), partly because I couldn't find a bed sheet big enough, and partly because I had coursework due in by midnight, which I started in the afternoon and finished and handed in at 9.30. Still, I reluctantly followed Tristan into town, met friends and got drunk. Fun.

I have a 9.15 lecture tomorrow, so I have to be up at 7.30. Not fun.

Night then.

I'm back in Sevenoaks for a month. Got a lot of work to do, which sucks. Been back two nights and have been to the pub both of them though, so that makes it all OK.

Watched Blues Brothers 2000 last night. That's a pretty dire film.

One of my monitors here has started whistling, emitting a high-pitched whine. That's not good. Perhaps I could get it to whistle Rule Brittania by writing a little program to swap screen resolutions...

Anyone know of something like textpad (only free) for Pocket PC 2002 (WinCE 3) that will colour code different file formats?

The delivery guy just dropped off a couple of hundred blank CDs. Anyone know of anywhere that sells empty cd spindles?

So, I almost crashed my fester again today... Went over to the other side of Sevenoaks. For those of you who didn't know, Sevenoaks is on a hill.

So, I was going down the hill when suddenly my music cut out. I thought 'goddam crappy head unit, so punched it a couple of times, which usually fixes it. However, this time, it didnt, so I thought 'bugger, this time it's proper fucked' (that's right, Tommy. Right before ze germans get them), gave up on it, and continued down the hill.

So, I was going down the hill when I noticed there was a van parked on the side of the road that I'd have to overtake. So I signalled to pull out, overtook it and continued onwards. I tried to turn the indicator off. It was then that I noticed that it hadnt ever actually turned on, and that the fan had also cut out.

So, I was going down the hill when I noticed the electrics in my car had failed.

So, I was going down the hill when I realised the brakes are hooked into the electrics, because that's the sensible kind of thing that car manufacturers do.

Now, it just so happens that my dad's office is at the bottom of the hill. This was a good coincidence. So I slewed in there, sailed past his window at 80 mph, screaming 'WHEEEEEE!' and did a perfectly executed 270 handbrake turn into a parking space and watched the Mafia's black BMWs sail past me.

Ok, that last bit didn't actually happen, but it sounds far more exciting than sensibly using the gears and engine to gradually slow myself from 40 to 5, coming to a gentle hand-brake-assisted stop outside his office, so that's my story and I'm sticking to it. They had guns and rocket launchers and stuff, because I'm involved in an international diamonds, drugs and slaves smuggling ring, and we're hoping to branch out into wedding and funeral catering soon, cos that's where the real money is.

Should have the car back soon. Anyone need a lift?