It seems like a recurring theme the last couple of months – I’ve been super busy! Yet no matter how long it’s been going on, I can’t seem to work out whether this is a good or bad thing. Like, I enjoy having things to do, and most of them tend to be fairly interesting, however a lot of the time I just feel like being horribly selfish and ditching everything for a couple of days/weeks by myself, with no things to do, places to go, people to see… Maybe I’ll get some of that time in the two weeks before I go home, although I wouldn’t count on it (still, exciting things like movie nights coming up!).

My Information Systems Development Methodologies exam was yesterday. I can’t say I ever thought I was terribly well prepared, but after looking at the questions on the paper, I realised exactly how little I’d done in the way of study. You see, Tom, Steve and I devised a brilliant plan, so that we didn’t have to study quite so much. Our lecturer told us that we would only need to know about a specific three ‘types’ of methodologies, and that the exam would be similar to a lot of the tutorial exercises. A great deal of the tutorial exercises were case studies, where we had to pick the most suitable methodology, and state why.

So, naturally, what would you do if you didn’t want to study much? Why, pick one, maybe two, of the ‘best’ methodologies from each group, learn them well, and be prepared to argue for their use. But apparently that’s where we went wrong. For most the exam, the questions covered specific methodologies. And not just any methodologies – the most obscure, useless ones the lecturer could find. Still, I managed to include some Swedish, due to one of the methodologies being from Sweden (“‘Klicka har pa installningar tradlos’, as the Swedes would say. Very wise words indeed”. It actually means something along the lines of ‘Click here to setup wireless’, but they won’t know that), explain my choice of plurals (focuses / foci), and put in a Michael Jackson joke.

Despite the messing around, it was the kind of thing you could bullshit most of the way through, so I’m fairly confident of passing. And even if I don’t, I’ll get over it. It’ll be a sad loss of however much money I am going to pay for it, but I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to go near it again. 0.5/10 (the 0.5 being for the Indian we had after tutorials during semester, and the lame jokes I amused myself with).

For a long time now I’ve rarely been able to remember any dreams I’ve had, and almost came to the conclusion that I’d stopped dreaming altogether. But the last couple of weeks have changed all that, as I’ve been dreaming a considerable amount. And not just any kind of dreams – ones that are clear, and that I can control. Like, control everything. Lucid dreams, even. It’s weird. That and I can remember them to a fair degree after I wake up, which is also unusual in my case. Anyhow, maybe it’ll lead to something interesting… Who knows? 8/10.

The other night I went out to see the new Indiana Jones movie with Germaine, a friend from Uni (you may recall her from here). She’d already seen it, but was keen to give it another shot, after finding the first viewing almost unbearable. My opinion on the film? I actually really enjoyed it. It was cheesy, unrealistic, and Harrison Ford is old, but it was fun, fast-paced, and I never once became bored with it. Until the last 10 per cent or so, that is. I mean… Aliens? Indy getting married? Come on, George! You can do better than that; should’ve learned your lesson from the new Star Wars trilogy. 7.5/10.

That same night we went out for dinner at a Korean place on Glebe Point Road, which was introduced to me by Lexie. Despite only having been there once before, I’d been craving it for a couple of weeks, and it fulfilled all my expectations. 9/10.

Strangely enough, that night overall does not rate at the average of the two main activities. Somehow they, combined with the company and whatnot, add up to something more. 9.5/10 (10 if I actually did have to jump out of the car while it was moving).

Usually when I get annoyed by a bug, I will just chase it away or move it to a more convenient location (like the hallway). And when they’re in the shower, I help them out so that they don’t get drowned. But for some reason today I slightly freaked out and squashed a bug on my desk. I have no idea why, I just kind of… Did it. But then I freaked out even more and started apologising and shaking and feeling awful. I haven’t intentionally killed a bug in years. Why on earth did I do it then? Any suggestions for making it up to the bug world? I still feel horrible about the whole thing. 0/10.

I recently subscribed to a blog by a group of college students over in the US. It’s called The Bygone Bureau, and as far as I can remember, Steph found it… Wait. Apparently I found it, and sent the link to Steph. Okay, so I have no idea how I found it, but it was because of their Indie T-shirts That Would Never Sell post. Apparently the rest of the blog is also highly interesting and amusing, so I highly recommend checking it out. 8/10.

Anyway, that’s about it for this (super-massively-long) post. I need to eat! And study for my Databases exam on Tuesday and all that. See you later!