CurvedSpace Forums: CurvedSpace Forums -> skenasis' blog

...And with good reason. That bio assignment that was due? Headache decided to come right before that lab started, during one of my breaks. Really, really not cool. And even worse, having the headache meant that I missed out on reenactment! On the upside though, we got photos done for membership cards, so should be getting my exemption soon. I'll finally be able to get a sword of my own to use rather than use one of the crappy group ones (since they've started non-combat statused people using metal weapons - their excuse is that it's so we can get used to the weight). Y'see, since I'm a member of La Trobe University's Historical Reenactment Club, I automatically get an exemption from those annoying laws that prevent people from purchasing swords. The laws are good to have, of course, to stop just anyone from purchasing a sword - but it's nice to know I don't have to go through any of that applying for a collector's license rubbish. The membership card I'll be getting will itself serve as the exemption. Then I just have to get a metal lockbox to keep it in for if I want to take it somewhere without using that massive lockbox known as a car boot.

The only problem with it is that normal police-type folk don't know that. I've heard stories about police officers who confiscate swords because they think that the people who own them are naughty for having them, so then they have to go to whatever police station to collect the weapons that they are legally allowed to own and carry. Really, really annoying. Oh well, such is life. And I shall wander off now, because I have a lecture soon and don't want to be late.

Today, I have a biology assignment due. This assignment involves handing in some stuff, and a group presentation. You present to a group, not in a group. Now, normally that wouldn't bother me too much. But - and here's the problem - despite my mum reminding me to, I forgot to grab my lunch. So now I have to survive from 6am to 5pm at the earliest on nothing but the porridge I had for breakfast at 6:30am, a small Easter egg, some two week old sultanas and a bottle of water. And, in my typical fashion, I have no sympathy whatsoever for myself. It was my own stupid fault, so I have to live with it. Fortunately, since it's getting onto colder weather (yay!), the sandwitch will survive until my mum gets home from work. Thus I'll be able to savour the cheese and vegemiteness when I get home from reenactment. I'll just want to cry until then is all. I hate forgetting to bring my lunch

Today, I rang the number for making appointments for donating blood. Now, since I've never donated before, the dude had to check if I'm elegible first.

I can donate in 12 months.

The reason? My new ear piercing. Can't donate blood until I've had it for 12 months. I can understand why that'd be the case. So I just have to wait. There was nothing else to stop my from being elegible. So like I said, gotta wait until this time next year.

At least I'm not totally inelegible. And in the meantime, I can at least check if I can become an organ donor.

::EDIT::
Scratch that, I can register to become an organ donor.

I haven't blooged in a while, for three primary reasons:

1. Didn't have time (hey, I'm doing a double degree, cut me some slack!)
2. Couldn't be bothered
3. Forums refused to load (Rat had the same problem, as I found)

So, here I am. My sunnies broke yesterday, and it ain't fair. Those sunnies are absolutely awesome. And even worse, since I got them heading up to Hall's Gap (because I was driving, and it was bright and ouchey on my poor eyes), chance of getting the same sunnies again is pretty much bupkus. Best I can hope for is to be able to fix them. It may be possible, but I doubt they would last very long like that. Oh well, I'll do it anyway and see what happens. And I have a maths assignment and I don't wanna do it. I hate maths. I didn't want to do maths. But I have to do maths. And it much sucks. Therefore, eat people.

And for the record, my older brother is a pain in the {expletive antidisestablishmentarianized by Cspace}. His personal hygene (or lack thereof) is truly disturbing. For instance. He clips his hair so it's less than half a centimetre long. And when he does so, he does it all over the bathroom sink. And doesn't clean it up. And leaves it there, next to (and sometimes on) my stuff. NOT COOL! Okay, so he was living alone for the past 8 months and got used to having to put up with his own mess (and apparently not caring), but he's not on his own anymore, he's staying with me and mum and the cats. And yet he continues right on with his filthy habits as if nothing's changed. And he's a grumpy {expletive hax0rd by Cspace}, to boot. Even my mum is starting to get fed up about it. And it hasn't even been a month yet...Two weeks, I think. Three at the absolute max. Brother or no, I want him the heck outta here. And I get the impression that he wants to be out of here too. At least something is agreed on. And I also get the impression that he thinks I'm not serious about being vegetarian and that it's something I'm not gonna stay with, never mind that I've been a vego for over 8 months now.

And I'm going to go now.