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hawkwing_lb) wrote2006-01-10 07:36 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2006-01-10 07:36 pm
The university, it eats our brains
Back at college as of yesterday, with the oh-so-wonderful oxygen-deprived hour-each-way commute (egads I hate all the people, so many people, all crammed in at once so you just can't breathe [and no I'm not claustrophobic - except with lots of people in a very small space]).
College. Yep. Expect limited coherence from me in the near future (not that I was all that coherent before).
Have broadband now, which is kind of cool.
Oh, and the seven quirks meme caught my eye. Can't remember where I saw it first (did warn you. University eats brains), but here goes:
Seven quirks (you really don't need to know) of mine:
1. Unless I have a very good reason to be dressy, I wear track trousers and t-shirt. Jeans and t-shirt if I'm feeling like a little bit more effort.
2. I do not wear skirts. Not ever. When I had to wear skirts as part of a school uniform, I dealt with it, but. Not. Ever. Voluntarily. Never.
3. I read books in the bathroom. While I'm cleaning my teeth, as well. In fact, that's where the majority of my not-for-college non-fiction gets read.
4. Books. Boooooks. I will go without food and sleep to finish reading a book I enjoy.
5. At home, I have a tendency to walk away from conversations and go do something (get a drink, whatever) in the next room without saying anything. When I come back in, I'll expect take up the conversation where it left off. Improperly socialised, who me?
6. I have to restrain the urge to correct the improper use of apostrophes in public media loudly and with diagrams.*
7. I am inclined to putting my metaphorical foot in my mouth in public converse.
*#6 also applies to homonyms. Which reminds me. In last weekend's Sunday Indo, one of our politicians, writing about the state of the hospital services outside Dublin, said that the depravation was unbelieveable. He used this word several times, speaking about depraved rural areas.
Now, if he was using it sarcastically, I wouldn't mind. But I think the bloke confused himself between deprave and deprive, and forgot that spellcheck is Evil. He's a deprived fellow, truly, to never have met anyone truly depraved.
College. Yep. Expect limited coherence from me in the near future (not that I was all that coherent before).
Have broadband now, which is kind of cool.
Oh, and the seven quirks meme caught my eye. Can't remember where I saw it first (did warn you. University eats brains), but here goes:
Seven quirks (you really don't need to know) of mine:
1. Unless I have a very good reason to be dressy, I wear track trousers and t-shirt. Jeans and t-shirt if I'm feeling like a little bit more effort.
2. I do not wear skirts. Not ever. When I had to wear skirts as part of a school uniform, I dealt with it, but. Not. Ever. Voluntarily. Never.
3. I read books in the bathroom. While I'm cleaning my teeth, as well. In fact, that's where the majority of my not-for-college non-fiction gets read.
4. Books. Boooooks. I will go without food and sleep to finish reading a book I enjoy.
5. At home, I have a tendency to walk away from conversations and go do something (get a drink, whatever) in the next room without saying anything. When I come back in, I'll expect take up the conversation where it left off. Improperly socialised, who me?
6. I have to restrain the urge to correct the improper use of apostrophes in public media loudly and with diagrams.*
7. I am inclined to putting my metaphorical foot in my mouth in public converse.
*#6 also applies to homonyms. Which reminds me. In last weekend's Sunday Indo, one of our politicians, writing about the state of the hospital services outside Dublin, said that the depravation was unbelieveable. He used this word several times, speaking about depraved rural areas.
Now, if he was using it sarcastically, I wouldn't mind. But I think the bloke confused himself between deprave and deprive, and forgot that spellcheck is Evil. He's a deprived fellow, truly, to never have met anyone truly depraved.