Worst Lecture, ever.

Sometimes I draw because I'm bored. Sometimes I draw because I have an idea I want to get down on paper. Sometimes I just draw to vent a bit. This was last AI lecture:

That was such a painful lecture. It was like listening to that Eragon dragon talking while feeling really fidgety and impatient. I really wished someone would just give me some Ikea furniture and ask me to rip it apart with my hands, and then grind it to dust.

I don't know how long we spent on that question. It was a long time, (at least half an hour or so) measured in awkward pauses.

It's all very well being 'interactive' but sometimes you have to step back and wonder why people aren't answering your questions. Or better yet, if nobody answers your questions, maybe you should just move on. Please, please don't just wait for an answer. Especially if people clearly have no idea how to answer the question anyway and are giving incorrect answers.

The worst part was, I was actually rather interested. It was one of my preferred area's of maths, and I quite enjoy trying to solve these problems. Admittedly I was pretty stumped (or I'd have gotten on with it by myself) so I really wanted her to explain how to solve it.
What actually happened is that the question was dragged out reeeeally slowly, (and I wasn't really happy with the method we used either. A mon avis, you should try and avoid counting different patterns when using perms and coms.) and eventually set for us to do by ourselves.
In other news. Internets cannot be unread! I swear I didn't know! It... it was so uncannon! So unexpected! I feel like I strayed into unfamiliar parts of the web there... D:

Just an update...

Just another update post really. Because it's 3am, and I'm seeing if this coffee is going to sink in enough for me to do annoying calculus.
I went for a walk today. I don't like walking for no reason - I prefer to have some sort of goal, so I thought I'd explore the roads I hadn't walked down past Ed-Herb. Except that apparently one of them is a car park that doesn't go anywhere, and the other-one isn't a road. It's a dark patch. So I saw a road though some tree's that looked a bit new and thought I'd try and find out where that went. Turns out it's a road I vaguely frequently walk down anyway so that was nothing new. It was a nice walk though, just me, the night and ELO.
I also managed to dye my hair to the extent that I can notice the colour difference, and not just when it's in direct and bright sunlight. I don't really mind that no one else is really going to notice, it's just nice to feel a bit of a change.
Also, yeah I have finished the hourly comic day comic, I just haven't scanned it in yet. It's progress though right?
And I've got a π origin story now. (Much thanks to Dave and Claire  :D  ) It's still got a few kinks that need working out though (and a colour scheme), as well as how large a text to image ratio would work because more images = less likely to happen.
Speaking of which, dude my AI lecturer is going so slowly I took all my notes down last lecture in comic form. It was mostly about a British Agent (who is also a monkey) - who else would need to buy milk, banana's and some sort of posh automatic drill? I missed last lecture (there goes new years resolution) but apparently she spent most of it recapping. Again.

Everything else I have to say today is pretty moot.
I still need to get me some Billy Joel. (Other then feat.Oscar the grouch. Cool as that is.)

Waking up to early

Let me tell you the epic tale of what happened to me this morning:

I was somewhere, doing something. Something really really important. It looked like it was going well, and I think we were really going to make it when all of a sudden things went wrong. I'm not entirely sure what happened but it was very loud and may have involved flashing lights. I turned to shout at my co-worker (I'd say more but I can't remember) and was half way through my sentence of utmost importance when everything went.
It took me a good few seconds to register exactly what had happened. The lights weren't flashing anymore (if they were in the first place) and the room was dark, but the siren-like noise was wailing on. Also I had moved.
It was vitally important that my co-worker of some description knew what I was saying, but suddenly I didn't know who they were, or where I had been, or what I had been saying. I didn't really get what was going on, especially why the sirens were still wailing but I knew I had to remember what I had been saying.
It was then that the rest of my brain started to wake up and told me I was in my room, it was 5:37 and the fire alarm was going off. I wondered for a little while on what this meant, but brain was already on it. "Shoes, coat, out."
My heart was still going pretty fast, my head was still trying to catch what was going on and I still really needed to know what I had been saying but I somehow managed to shoe,coat and out.
On the way back from the common room I realised that I would never know what I had been saying or doing, so I might as well stop trying to remember.
I needed a cup of tea to calm my 'really bad at suddenly getting up and still a bit out of it'-ness, (I still felt like I'd had a bit of a shock really) but in a handleless cup it was too hot to hold. So I went to have a nap instead, and overslept.
And this is why I missed the 8am prayer meeting today. (Luckily no lectures till 10, or I'd have missed that too.)
And it is also why fire-alarms shouldn't go off while your in mid-sentence about something really important.

shiny new pens...?

After a full weekend holiday between end of exams (I count job interviews as exams now.) and start of semester 2, we have hit the ground running.The first lecture of differential equations ended with a differently worded ' Yeah, we had all those introductions to do so we only really got a little bit done this lecture.
 Imma Gonna need you to finish this off for homework, and do the problem sheet. 
 Also here's some coursework, we're going to have a lot of that too.'

Looks like there's going to be a lot of work this semester.
Also: 

SHINY NEW PENS!!!

Yeah I got some shiny new pens. They are awesum.

In related news my Hourly Comic day comic is nearly done. Just need to do 7-9am, 5pm,6-Idk pm, and finish 11am. Which is actually a fair amount really, but it will get done at some point.

I don't really have much to say anymore, maybe I'm too busy to come up with random things to talk about. I would hate to turn this into one of those diary blogs of things I do, because I know you guys don't care about that. Well at least the people I sort of make up in my head who read this blog don't care about my life.

I'm starting to thing that some internet veiwers are wimps as well. I've been watching Hetoni, and the amount of people who skipped that sad/scary bits the first time round and had to go back to watch them, and get irrationally scared the whole time. Some of them aren't funny enough to be a joke. The graphics are about as good as 4th gen pokemon, and the audio is probably about as good too. Maybe 2nd gen. If you get scared, turn the subs off, because then you won't know whats going on the graphics are that bad.

I was also slightly disapoint to hear that apparently people (read: generic girls) like Tuxedo Mask because he either a) turned bad and got all brainwashed and had to be saved,
or      b) is the 'fated to be together' pretty romance guy with the 'parents in a car crash' backstory,
and not because of his impeccable dress sense and ability to one hit KO bad guys with a rose. Also he had a cane sword and appeared completely out of the blue with a pre-prepared one liner any time you needed him.
Dude had style.
Is this not a lot cooler than 'fated to be together'?

And this is how little I have to talk about anymore.
Sorry guys...