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(Entry would have happened sooner, but for Windows being an ugly piece of shit and deciding "ooh lets not like Semagic and lock up randomly after you try and run it". Must write disk with Highpoint RAID drivers, install Debian, and get away from this hell)
Last night there was one of the AEGEE (creators of all that is my social life here) International Parties. In lots of ways it was like the last one: many people, including a large quantity of very nice women crammed into a medium sized bar/dance floor with dodgy windows that results in it getting damn hot after a while. The quantity of women at this is surprising (something I'm glad about, but still surprised) given that this is basically people from the TU - a Technical University, and hence entirely subject to the usual severly skewed male/female ratios present in most engineering subjects. Industrial Design (as close to art as this place gets) and its ilk don't have *that* many people. Fug it, whatever the explanation it was good. There were a couple that got my attention (of the glasses and cute kind), but given my by now standard inability to say anything, there was much dancing with, but nothing actually said. There's a photo of one of them on Chris's camera, must grab that ( + KAM trip) photos of off him at some point. *Sigh* there was one with this cropped black hair, seemed to all stop at the same height, kinda a bit above bottom of her head, plus the middling not-quite-thin-not-quite-thick rimmed black glasses. Darn. And she could *dance*. Damn my inability to say anything at all. And now today my legs have been hungover (well, they ache. 3+ hours of dancing in a hot environment + alcohol will do that).
I've just spent part of today watching "America's Sweehearts" (I'm a sucker for John Cusack movies). Kinda a bit of a weird style to the movie, few bits of Ally McBeal-esque "here's how the current situation is being imagined in the character's head" scenes that worked well, but there was a flashback scene that threw me a bit. Julia Roberts is meant to be going to talk to John's character, and it instead jumps back to a point somewhere in the past where she's gone to speak to him before. You eventually work out that it's a flashback, because Julia's just gained about 60 pounds (which got mentioned earlier as her having lost). I spent a good few minutes trying to work out whether it was just the baggy brown jumper she'd changed into, but no. Everything gets a bit clearer once they jump back to the current day, but still a bit confusing. Still a fun movie tho, the degree to which Catherine Zeta-Jones' character does the whole public image thing is a beautiful example of hypocrisy, esp. in the ending scenes.
I was distracted as hell when I started writing this, and now at least I've changed to just being tired. I think I'm gonna get some sleep now (before the tea kicks in and I can't sleep).
Last night there was one of the AEGEE (creators of all that is my social life here) International Parties. In lots of ways it was like the last one: many people, including a large quantity of very nice women crammed into a medium sized bar/dance floor with dodgy windows that results in it getting damn hot after a while. The quantity of women at this is surprising (something I'm glad about, but still surprised) given that this is basically people from the TU - a Technical University, and hence entirely subject to the usual severly skewed male/female ratios present in most engineering subjects. Industrial Design (as close to art as this place gets) and its ilk don't have *that* many people. Fug it, whatever the explanation it was good. There were a couple that got my attention (of the glasses and cute kind), but given my by now standard inability to say anything, there was much dancing with, but nothing actually said. There's a photo of one of them on Chris's camera, must grab that ( + KAM trip) photos of off him at some point. *Sigh* there was one with this cropped black hair, seemed to all stop at the same height, kinda a bit above bottom of her head, plus the middling not-quite-thin-not-quite-thick rimmed black glasses. Darn. And she could *dance*. Damn my inability to say anything at all. And now today my legs have been hungover (well, they ache. 3+ hours of dancing in a hot environment + alcohol will do that).
I've just spent part of today watching "America's Sweehearts" (I'm a sucker for John Cusack movies). Kinda a bit of a weird style to the movie, few bits of Ally McBeal-esque "here's how the current situation is being imagined in the character's head" scenes that worked well, but there was a flashback scene that threw me a bit. Julia Roberts is meant to be going to talk to John's character, and it instead jumps back to a point somewhere in the past where she's gone to speak to him before. You eventually work out that it's a flashback, because Julia's just gained about 60 pounds (which got mentioned earlier as her having lost). I spent a good few minutes trying to work out whether it was just the baggy brown jumper she'd changed into, but no. Everything gets a bit clearer once they jump back to the current day, but still a bit confusing. Still a fun movie tho, the degree to which Catherine Zeta-Jones' character does the whole public image thing is a beautiful example of hypocrisy, esp. in the ending scenes.
I was distracted as hell when I started writing this, and now at least I've changed to just being tired. I think I'm gonna get some sleep now (before the tea kicks in and I can't sleep).
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