Yeah, i'd rather you got a 2:1 because that means my lesson about not dossing the end of the final year and ruining only your dissertation got through. This in turn means i'm one of those really inspirational teacher type characters from various popular movies.

Styxx wrote:What brand of MP3 player do you have Rik? And what colour is it?

Its a 20gb silver archos one to be precise.no software required.just autosyncs with windows(i didnt have a p.c at the time so used to take it to internet cafes with usb cable and 8-10of my albums and just transfer them through windows media player,so simple)rather than sodding about with itunes or sony atrac or any other annoying register/sync programmes.

thrashduck wrote:Oooh god, make sure you blow on that Streetfighter cartridge Rik.

i might just do that to get all the dust out!

probably end up covering the microchip in greenie flem...like when a middle school friend totally salivered my copy of alien 3 on the megadrive(my 10th birthday present,£45!!!!
i cried lots,his parents only gave me £15,coz it was my advice to blow on the cart if its not working.

still went and bought some umbro shorts and a basketball(why?) so it wasnt all bad

radioactive rik wrote:"running low on battery and playing up

Herzeleid wrote:Yeah, i'd rather you got a 2:1 because that means my lesson about not dossing the end of the final year and ruining only your dissertation got through. This in turn means i'm one of those really inspirational teacher type characters from various popular movies.

I reckon I'm headed for a 2:1, this year has gone better than my second, and it counts for twice as much according to the Hudds uni scoring system. Also, the marks of my worst module from each year don't count towards the final grade I really hope my housemate gets a 2:2 or lower. He's such a cocky fuck, and he's been going on about getting a first all year. He did fuck up an assignment that was worth 50% of a module though, and he didn't really put any effort into his final project until the last minute. It's well funny, he started actually building the artifact about a week before it was due in. It was a MIDI control surface. The chip that he bought to put the program on for the unit blew up a couple days before hand in, and he didn't buy a spare, so it doesn't work. I only really think this is funny because he's such a cunt, if it were anyone else on the course I'd feel sorry for them.

radioactive rik wrote:

Styxx wrote:What brand of MP3 player do you have Rik? And what colour is it?

Its a 20gb silver archos one to be precise.no software required.just autosyncs with windows(i didnt have a p.c at the time so used to take it to internet cafes with usb cable and 8-10of my albums and just transfer them through windows media player,so simple)rather than sodding about with itunes or sony atrac or any other annoying register/sync programmes.

Does anyone have the same MP3 player and access to some shitty pop/RnB music, say a little sister's CD collection?

Oh yeah, (realising that I'm doing the same here) why is it that all your messages seem to have so many edits Rik?

Styxx wrote:

Herzeleid wrote:Yeah, i'd rather you got a 2:1 because that means my lesson about not dossing the end of the final year and ruining only your dissertation got through. This in turn means i'm one of those really inspirational teacher type characters from various popular movies.

I reckon I'm headed for a 2:1, this year has gone better than my second, and it counts for twice as much according to the Hudds uni scoring system. Also, the marks of my worst module from each year don't count towards the final grade I really hope my housemate gets a 2:2 or lower. He's such a cocky fuck, and he's been going on about getting a first all year. He did fuck up an assignment that was worth 50% of a module though, and he didn't really put any effort into his final project until the last minute. It's well funny, he started actually building the artifact about a week before it was due in. It was a MIDI control surface. The chip that he bought to put the program on for the unit blew up a couple days before hand in, and he didn't buy a spare, so it doesn't work. I only really think this is funny because he's such a cunt, if it were anyone else on the course I'd feel sorry for them.

See, this is what frightens me. Up until March I was yet to get worse than an A for any coursework and I had begun to entertain the possibility of getting a Geoff Hurst prior to my final exams. The Politics Department at the University of Glasgow ran a completely fucking gay system for my year so we sit all four of our exams for it in the Senior Honours year instead of two in each. Whilst I do already have an A3 and a B1 for courses from my subject I sat in Junior Honours, I have to wait for six other grades before I can work out what I got. What's more is that two of my courses are graded on a 100 per cent exam. It's usually only 75 per cent for Politics, but no.

God, I want to sob, though the average grade for a Politics student here is a 2 (1).

Oh yeah! Fucking insomnia! I knew there was a reason for me being in this thread at this time of the morning.

I had another dull dream last night. Yesterday my Mum told me that my Dad and Sister were going up to Scotland, so last night my dream was just telling them that I couldn't go because I had work. Rubbish. I'm due a really filthy sex dream sooner or later.

I just had a dream that quite a few UK thrash bands were playing a gig together, and various people were in attendance including Zykloned and Thrashduck, for some reason.

But the crowd area was like muddy sand, and I think it was raining (although I don't remember it being open-air), and for one of the bands all these hardcore style dancers were circle pitting and churning it into a total quagmire - and security guards had to start dragging people out, because they were sinking into it like quicksand.

And then Heretic came on, but there was literally no one watching because no one wanted to go into the muddy death zone. And also, I was doing vocals for Heretic for some reason (which is hilarious because I can't do normal singing let alone Heretic style)... and then it pretty much ended.

That is all true!

MartinC wrote:I had another dull dream last night. Yesterday my Mum told me that my Dad and Sister were going up to Scotland, so last night my dream was just telling them that I couldn't go because I had work. Rubbish. I'm due a really filthy sex dream sooner or later.

Be careful what you wish for: I once had a gay-rape dream. I was the rapist.

James wrote:I just had a dream that quite a few UK thrash bands were playing a gig together, and various people were in attendance including Zykloned and Thrashduck, for some reason.

But the crowd area was like muddy sand, and I think it was raining (although I don't remember it being open-air), and for one of the bands all these hardcore style dancers were circle pitting and churning it into a total quagmire - and security guards had to start dragging people out, because they were sinking into it like quicksand.

And then Heretic came on, but there was literally no one watching because no one wanted to go into the muddy death zone. And also, I was doing vocals for Heretic for some reason (which is hilarious because I can't do normal singing let alone Heretic style)... and then it pretty much ended.

That is all true!

'Because no one wanted to go into the muddy death zone' - Yeah, right!

Just admit it, everyone hates us.

I hate you, if that counts for anything?

Styxx wrote:

Herzeleid wrote:Yeah, i'd rather you got a 2:1 because that means my lesson about not dossing the end of the final year and ruining only your dissertation got through. This in turn means i'm one of those really inspirational teacher type characters from various popular movies.

I reckon I'm headed for a 2:1, this year has gone better than my second, and it counts for twice as much according to the Hudds uni scoring system. Also, the marks of my worst module from each year don't count towards the final grade I really hope my housemate gets a 2:2 or lower. He's such a cocky fuck, and he's been going on about getting a first all year. He did fuck up an assignment that was worth 50% of a module though, and he didn't really put any effort into his final project until the last minute. It's well funny, he started actually building the artifact about a week before it was due in. It was a MIDI control surface. The chip that he bought to put the program on for the unit blew up a couple days before hand in, and he didn't buy a spare, so it doesn't work. I only really think this is funny because he's such a cunt, if it were anyone else on the course I'd feel sorry for them.

radioactive rik wrote:

Styxx wrote:What brand of MP3 player do you have Rik? And what colour is it?

Its a 20gb silver archos one to be precise.no software required.just autosyncs with windows(i didnt have a p.c at the time so used to take it to internet cafes with usb cable and 8-10of my albums and just transfer them through windows media player,so simple)rather than sodding about with itunes or sony atrac or any other annoying register/sync programmes.

Does anyone have the same MP3 player and access to some shitty pop/RnB music, say a little sister's CD collection?

Oh yeah, (realising that I'm doing the same here) why is it that all your messages seem to have so many edits Rik?

I tend to correct the spelling and general mistakes i spot when reading it back after submitting it,then i usually add more,or when im in a zone i sometimes add loads and dont shut up/start to waffle, and then coz i add so much i end up having to correct that
also after the odd beer,i end up missing whole words out etc.but now i suppose im gonna have to start reading it back before submitting
other times i write a big reply then end up being automatically logged out(probably for spending too long) making me lose my valuable essays which really pisses me off coz they are usually topics ive really got opinionated on.
so sometimes i do a post in like 3 or 4 parts by re-editing just to be on the safe side

Haha, fair enough Rik, was just curious. I do that occasionally as well. That's why the copy shortcut is my friend

MartinC wrote:I had another dull dream last night. Yesterday my Mum told me that my Dad and Sister were going up to Scotland, so last night my dream was just telling them that I couldn't go because I had work. Rubbish. I'm due a really filthy sex dream sooner or later.

I thought you said you only had dreams about things that could actually happen?
(That was too easy)

Metal Iain wrote:Be careful what you wish for: I once had a gay-rape dream. I was the rapist.

To be fair that's probably the better end of it. Wouldn't worry about your results, it's all done now. I only worry about mine in that the university is lame at organisation. Case in point: today I got a phone call from my mate Craig at about 2:30. He said "I've just been in the labs at uni, Chris and Paul [lecturers] are waiting there to see your final project presentation". Now, I had an email last week from Chris saying he could do Tuesday afternoon, and was still waiting for one from Paul confirming that this time was ok for him, and to give me an actual time and place for said presentation. They had sent me an email at 2:00 today (lower message first):

Paul,

At your convenience.

Chris

Chris,

What time will this take place?

Paul

Still no actual location given. I'm pretty pissed off about this right now

Last night I dreamt that the women from 'Sex and the City' were taking it in turns to do each other with a strap on. At least I assume it was them... I only really remember the brown haired one being present, the other three are a bit of a blur. It was strange.

Couple of nights a go I dreamt I was having a get-together at my house. Few people round, nice summers day. Then all of a sudden a fucking huge (12" body or so) turantula climbed over my garden wall. Oh fuck me we were scared. We didn't know whether to stay still or run. I decided to walk slowly into the house, but it seen me move and homed in on me. I lifted my leg as it came close and it stepped back a bit.

It was then I realised this was no ordinary turantula. It was infact a guinea pig with four turantula legs. We all calmed down a bit, as guinea pigs aren't scary. We all thought someone must have stuck fake legs on it. A few seconds late I go "...But how did I climb over the wall?" and as soon as I finished more legs came out and it fucking ran around insanely fast, scaring the shit out of everyone.