Yearly Archives: 2004

As Long As I Pass

I can’t study with­out rewards. This may pos­si­bly be the fault of my par­ents, telling me from an ear­ly age that I’d earn some­thing for every spelling test I got per­fect. I told some of my class­mates at the time, who would earn noth­ing but the pal­try praise of their par­ents, and they rather pre­co­cious­ly told me that such a sys­tem was unhealthy. Of course, I was too young to under­stand such things at the time, and now I find myself unable to be moti­vat­ed to study with­out think­ing that I’ll get to do some­thing fun as a break.

I’ve been try­ing to study for my account­ing mid-term all week, and could­n’t actu­al­ly get start­ed until I knew that there was some­thing enter­tain­ing I could do. At first it was play­ing Chrono Cross, but my emu­la­tor was just too bug­gy. Then it was try­ing to make a new back­ground, but it end­ed up being too much think­ing for a break. I moved onto Uru, and I’ve been play­ing it ever since. I have to admit that there are worlds that com­plete­ly take my breath away. It’s one of the few games that real­ly make me appre­ci­ate a high-end GPU. I wish I could be play­ing with Trolley, but I rather like being able to solve the puz­zles by myself. I’m always, always, ALWAYS the slow­est one in fig­ur­ing things out, and nev­er the one who gets the answer if I’m play­ing in a group.

A Cat With No Worries

Dolly always likes to have her own chair. She gets so involved with her sleep­ing that she gets into all sorts of posi­tions with­out open­ing her eyes. Sometimes I catch her rolling her fat ass right off the chair, then give a shake of her head when she real­izes what just hap­pened.

They Call Me A Grammar Nazi

I hate it when peo­ple use con­junc­tions in the wrong place. In my account­ing class out­line, for exam­ple, is the line, “Typewritten work will only be accept­ed”. I know what they’re try­ing to say, but instead, they make it very clear that the mark­ers must accept any type­writ­ten work. It makes me want to smear shit all over my beau­ti­ful­ly type­writ­ten assign­ment, just to piss them off.

Level 1 Umpire

Last week­end there was a train­ing course for lev­el 1 umpires in table ten­nis. It was dirt cheap, and only two hours long so I decid­ed to go for it. Out of the nine peo­ple who took the test, only three passed, includ­ing me. The test was open book, unlim­it­ed time, but the ques­tions were extreme­ly tricky. Since I passed, I can offi­ci­ate match­es for both club sanc­tioned tour­na­ments and provin­cial lev­el com­pe­ti­tions.