If you're not already familiar with Coulton's stuff, he writes some very funny original songs which come out on a weekly podcast, examples being zombie anthem "Re: Your Brains" and love song "Code Monkey"
You can find him on iTunes, MySpace, and no doubt many other places on the marvellous magical Interweb.
My favourite song is "Re: Your Brains" :)
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Monday, 29 September 2008
First Lecture
Had my first lecture/ seminar thing today (for it can't be said to be either) - surprisingly I knew vaguely what I was doing!
Now I just have to get used to calling my lecturer "Martin"
The bad weather started today - returned to the flat rather wet and cold. Welcome to Wales, Harri!
Now I just have to get used to calling my lecturer "Martin"
The bad weather started today - returned to the flat rather wet and cold. Welcome to Wales, Harri!
Thaddeus Thaddeus Thaddeus
Just started writing my book - an entire (gasp) TWO pages so far. I'll get back into the swing of writing soon... hopefully.
Sunday, 28 September 2008
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Things I have learned
-I need to learn to read opening/ closing times properly
-Saturday is a bad day for attempting to do your laundry, as everyone else has the same idea
-Saturday is a bad day for attempting to do your laundry, as everyone else has the same idea
Friday, 26 September 2008
Timetable
I spent some time today organising my timetable.
To save space, I put the names down as basic acronyms.
Too late, I realised that I'd written "ASS" in permanent ink onto my timetable. Sigh.
To save space, I put the names down as basic acronyms.
Too late, I realised that I'd written "ASS" in permanent ink onto my timetable. Sigh.
:(
I have Freshers' Flu.
You never think it'll happen to you.
"My immune system is fine", you say to yourself.
PAH.
Not quite a poem, but I thought it was funny. That's probably the germs going to my brain. OH Lord.
You never think it'll happen to you.
"My immune system is fine", you say to yourself.
PAH.
Not quite a poem, but I thought it was funny. That's probably the germs going to my brain. OH Lord.
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Room Changes
Today I had a study skills lecture at eleven. I got up, had plenty of time to get ready, and sloped on down to the right building. After establishing with a few others that this was the right room, we waiting for the lecture to start and went in.
About a minute in, someone mentioned Sports Studies. Strange, I thought, but maybe it's a mixed room - everyone has to write reports, right? (see what I did there?)
Five minutes in, we knew something was wrong - this was sounding increasingly like a sports-themed talk, and they were meant to be covering plagiarism. But the way was blocked - we couldn't get out and no one seemed willing to move.
Forty-five minutes later, we escaped, to find that the room we were meant to be in was right next door, and we'd gone in through the wrong doors.
The moral of this story:
1. Don't follow the crowd, even if they seem to know what they're doing
2. Look at the number on the door before you go through it!
About a minute in, someone mentioned Sports Studies. Strange, I thought, but maybe it's a mixed room - everyone has to write reports, right? (see what I did there?)
Five minutes in, we knew something was wrong - this was sounding increasingly like a sports-themed talk, and they were meant to be covering plagiarism. But the way was blocked - we couldn't get out and no one seemed willing to move.
Forty-five minutes later, we escaped, to find that the room we were meant to be in was right next door, and we'd gone in through the wrong doors.
The moral of this story:
1. Don't follow the crowd, even if they seem to know what they're doing
2. Look at the number on the door before you go through it!
Things I Have Learned
-Pears rot from the inside out and may be the source of that weird smell in your room
-Do not sit down until you're sure it's the right room
-Old kettles spit boiling water at you
-Do not sit down until you're sure it's the right room
-Old kettles spit boiling water at you
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Crows
A crow seems to have taken up residence over my window.
He sits there, cawing away, for up to half an hour at a time.
Then he flies off - sometimes he'll wheel around and clip my open window as he goes by, scaring the crap out of me, which I'm certain is his intention.
He sits there, cawing away, for up to half an hour at a time.
Then he flies off - sometimes he'll wheel around and clip my open window as he goes by, scaring the crap out of me, which I'm certain is his intention.
Internet
"We don't actually set up your Internet, you'll need to phone the external company" Says the man at Customer Services, after putting me on hold for seven minutes.
I cannot be arsed, think I, and rifle around in my top drawer for that blue cable that was on the desk when I moved in.
I plug it into the relevant places.
That'll do just fine, says my laptop, and promptly connects me to the Internet.
Lesson learned: don't assume that being behind a help desk indicates that you know what you are doing.
I cannot be arsed, think I, and rifle around in my top drawer for that blue cable that was on the desk when I moved in.
I plug it into the relevant places.
That'll do just fine, says my laptop, and promptly connects me to the Internet.
Lesson learned: don't assume that being behind a help desk indicates that you know what you are doing.
Fire Alarms
As I'm sat in the small, pod-shower-esque loo of my room, this shrill noise starts and goes on for a second.
Then it does it again.
I think, "Oh Christ, it's the alarm, someone's burning down the kitchen with a casserole".
Sans knickers, I rush out into the hallway to discover it's only a test.
I hate fire alarms.
Then it does it again.
I think, "Oh Christ, it's the alarm, someone's burning down the kitchen with a casserole".
Sans knickers, I rush out into the hallway to discover it's only a test.
I hate fire alarms.
All-important first post
I'm not the only person, I'm sure, to be totally fazed at the prospect of having to make a first post. "I know what keeping this blog will entail, yes, but at this specific point in time I have nothing to say - should I just make some crap up?" No, I tell myself, you will not make crap up, because you are going to regret it later.
I suppose this will be in introduction of sorts, in that case.
Well, I'm Harri. I study, or rather will study once Freshers' Week staggers drunkenly to it's end, Creative & Professional Writing at the University of Glamorgan. And yes, I dress like an Art/ English teacher, I know.
Some readers know this, of course, so are wondering why I bothered writing all this. Well, I don't know is the answer.
Anyway. On to something relatively relevant (see what I did there?).
This is my journal, after a fashion, of all the bizarre, interesting, or just incredibly annoying things that happen to me from Freshers' Week onwards, peppered with occasional articles, reviews and links to things I either find interesting or want to take a pot shot at.
Hope you enjoy it, and I don't come across as a total loon.
I suppose this will be in introduction of sorts, in that case.
Well, I'm Harri. I study, or rather will study once Freshers' Week staggers drunkenly to it's end, Creative & Professional Writing at the University of Glamorgan. And yes, I dress like an Art/ English teacher, I know.
Some readers know this, of course, so are wondering why I bothered writing all this. Well, I don't know is the answer.
Anyway. On to something relatively relevant (see what I did there?).
This is my journal, after a fashion, of all the bizarre, interesting, or just incredibly annoying things that happen to me from Freshers' Week onwards, peppered with occasional articles, reviews and links to things I either find interesting or want to take a pot shot at.
Hope you enjoy it, and I don't come across as a total loon.
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