I wish I were a dog
In which it is told of many interesting things that you might enjoy reading about, but probably won’t. And I still haven’t fixed the slashes.
Hmm… well, it seems another uninspired and trivial post is called for.
I spent this day going through great piles of papers that I have collected at school over the past 15 years. I estimate that about 60-70% were from Maths subjects. The number of trees that have given up their lives to service maths teachers’ photocopiers must be devastatingly large. What a waste. There were also some good memories that resurfaced along with the not-so-good ones, such as this charmingly naive poem by one of my friends from secondary school:
I wish I was a dog
Then I could be a slob
Looking at the doorknob
Wanting to go out
And sniff with my snout.
I don’t know why, but it has always amused me.
I’m currently gearing up for the move to the new place in Melbourne on Monday. It’s more than likely that there will be a (hopefully) short period in which there is no web connection for me to use. That’s probably not such a bad thing, since it will be one less big distraction from the stuff I should be doing. I’m greatly anticipating the switch to a decent ISP, though.
The weekend trip to Sydney has been sorted now, and will take place on the 26-28th of February. I’m going with two of my cousins (they’ll be happy if I call them my favourite cousins :)). Besides visiting the LotR exhibition, we also get to see the TropFest short film festival in the Domain, which should be great. We got really cheap flights, and along with accomodation comes to no more than $150 each if I recall correctly. This leaves plenty of cash for merchandise (though I’m generally against LotR film merchandise if at all possible, I am a sucker for such things: witness the three collectors boxes on the shelf).
Sometimes I wish I were a dog, but then I remember that I would be forever smelling other dogs’ arses and have an obsession with balls. Hmm.