The joys of being a CompSci.

♫ Don't worry... fuck ten other women... ♫

Back at Uni, term started yesterday, and I've already got myself a few free drinks! A friend of a housemate's girlfriend came over today, and happened to have her broken laptop with her. 45 minutes later, she walks away with a fixed laptop. She works behind the bar at college and has promised me a few free drinks in return.

Life is good. Apart from the sleep I'm going to miss over the next few days from deadlines...

Dang, Lenny, big-pimp'n! I wanna try this CompSci thing, now. How do you start?

In a nutshell: Learn how to Computer.

Apparently, chicks dig a guy who can fix their computer, particularly when they've got assignments due in and it's broken.

Alright, cool. I've got some free classes, next year, so I'm sure I can worm something for computers in. I know a tiny bit, already, since I do so much crap that I don't need to do.

Fixed a friends laptop on Friday - got ten Crunchies for it (I love Crunchies! ).

Another laptop tonight - brand new Acer (I advised him against it when he bought it) with a completely dead hard drive. Nothing to be done for it, alas. Well, not with what I've got; I need a hard drive caddy, but I don't have any and he doesn't have an external hard drive I can make use of (plug the 'dead' drive into the caddy, connect that up and use some Voodoo programs I have to recover his data).

Working myself up again to asking That Girl out for coffee. Soon, baby; I just need to have the chance to speak to her, instead of a waved greeting across the Science Site, or a nodded hello in the street.

And it's a no.

Ah well.

Fixed a friends laptop on Friday - got ten Crunchies for it (I love Crunchies! ). Another laptop tonight - brand new Acer (I advised him against it when he bought it) with a completely dead hard drive. Nothing to be done for it, alas. Well, not with what I've got; I need a hard drive caddy, but I don't have any and he doesn't have an external hard drive I can make use of (plug the 'dead' drive into the caddy, connect that up and use some Voodoo programs I have to recover his data). Working myself up again to asking That Girl out for coffee. Soon, baby; I just need to have the chance to speak to her, instead of a waved greeting across the Science Site, or a nodded hello in the street.

You just gotta walk over instead of just waving or nodding. Trust me, if you don't get it done soon, the chance will never come.

I repeat:

And it's a no. Ah well.

Learn to read.

if you havent been programming or engrossed in programming theory since childhood i'm afraid you will never be a good programmer

I repeat: Learn to read.

Maybe I hadn't refreshed my page yet you pompous Comp Sci divvy.

And it's a no. Ah well.

Next time.

Walked home in the pouring rain last night, which wasn't nice. Got to bed late, moped (mood, not the method of transport) about today. Cheered up a bit now, but I'm still feeling somewhat morose - I think life has caught up with me again. I let down my defences, and everything I've bottled up for the past year overwhelmed me.

Nevermind, eh? Clear mind for exams, and I'm in the perfect mood for revision - I wouldn't be sad if I went the next four or five weeks without speaking to another person. I've grown up a loner, it's what I'm good at. I'm missing my cats, though.

I don't like fish and I hate the sea, but I'll get lucky one day. Hopefully karma is building me up for something spectacular.