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Have my Cake...
Well, 172 pages later, and I am thesis-less. It was a very good feeling to hand in that chunky fucker... *hehehe* I came straight home and went straight to sleep... *grin* Last day of University ever. *sniffle* I may cry. Or... I may just get drunk. I believe there is strawberry cheesecake in the fridge, so I am going to go investigate... *hasn't' eaten since lunchtime yesterday and her stomach has just remembered that its hungry* Yup. Strawberry Cheesecake. Well, only 1 slice - but hey! You wont hear me complaining!!! Hell no! I went in at 6am yesterday to get the final draft printed out 4 times for the binders. It took me about an hour and a half to get everything organised, and all the office ladies (who i've never met before, but have heard heaps about me, even the time when I.... *thanks mum* ) But, even listening to their stories was fun in a way. I saved myself about $60, as printing all my graphics off on the uni computers would have anhilated any surplus credit on my card... So, to thank the office ladies for all their help and conversation, I went down to the Cheesecake Shop (best cake shop on the whole planet) and bought them a huge glazed strawberry cheesecake thing... They were nice enough to send home a "Thankyou for the thankyou" slice of cake for me... *loves cheesecake* Next big challege? Phasing my sleeping patterns so that I can live on the same time zone as the rest of my class. *huggles everybody* Jac.
Written by Jacqui on November 1, 2002 09:17 AM"$>
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Ode to Monday
Monday, Monday, you shit me to tears You're the bane of student engineers Mondays suck when I'm stuck in class Monday Monday, you're a pain in the arse. 8 am is always much tougher Telco with Bruce only makes me suffer All I want to do is stay in bed Instead I'm awake feeling a little bit dead I know I should be doing my prescious work Instead I'm off cruising across the network Damnit Mondays, you even make me rhyme By trying to write Poetry and wasting my time I hate it, I hate it, I hate you so Mondays you suck, mondays you blow. October?
Oh fuck. Holy crap. Ok. No more nettage.
Doyle. UQ-Who?
It all started with a curious note passed to me by my lecturer. It compounded when I found out what the oppertunity was. I had the chance to present my dissertation in front of a room full of professionals, competing against three other students from other universities around S.E.Queensland. Richard from QUT. I was the only Engineering Girl there, however, I wasn't complaining. The other three students were not hard on the eyes, and I suspect that I would have lingered longer had it not been for the huge drive home. Indeed, I am now cursing myself for not getting a few email addresses while I had the chance. The presentations themselves were fairly interesting, Digital Watermarking, Software Monitoring and Symbol Recognition. My humble TCP/IP entry seemed to be one of the dullest by comparison, however the old gents in their shorts and long socks managed to find it in their hearts to award me with second place. Not too bad, seeing as 1st place (QUT) had already graduated and was now tutoring full time. So, now I sit here. The day after the night before. I passed into a semi-coma after I got home and raided the fridge. Woke up at 1pm. Surely a record, even for me. Apparently an email zipped around the Engineering Department, and now Varnsey (Mr HaveAChat) is excitedly planning some form of celebration which involves the class throwing/pouring/splashing me with some substance. Should I be scared? Butterflies like Rhino's
Ok, somewhat jumpy at the minute. This is not good news. "The selected students are expected to present a 20minute (maximum) seminar on their final year thesis topic." *gulp* See, Dad's great at this sort of thing. Dad could bullshit his way out of just about anything. He'd be able to take my slides, with zero prep time, and STILL manage to charm the pants off the judges.... I only hope that genetics counts for something. *drops to knees* R-E-S-P-E-C-T
What you want, baby I got it In the imortal lyrics of Aretha Franklin, Respect the Geek, yo. More importantly, I must respect myself and respect my own physical limits. This weekend was a godsend. I needed the time off to read fiction, to watch telly, to write a bit more of the "Coffee" series and to cook dinner in my own time. Now that its 12.43am on Monday morning, I'm feeling much more human. I read "Son of Shadows" by Juliet Mariller and have restored my faith in the human spirit. Yes! There is a reason why I'm half killing myself. Yes! There is a valid idea that I'm trying to get accross with my thesis. Yes! I am going to be better off for it. And damn, if that doesn't make me wanna jump up and dance. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me. Holy Shit
I've done no work. Where did the past 6 mths go? I've done no work. I've been sitting here.... right here on this chair... plowing The code that I have could have been created in a week by somebody I've got nothing to show for my time aside from about 50 broken *.c files Sure, they pipe data through an external null modem connected to I can form a single packet, with ETH/TCP/IP headers, but can I do So, I'm slowly going insane, as tomorrow my project dissertation 4.0 Conclusion I am a braidead numbscull who has nothing to show Doyle, signing off amidst a cloud of stress vapour. If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Kill you. Deep fry you and serve you with baby carrots and barbeque sauce. I have just entered the realm of the uniquely disturbed. In a very interesting way. I have class in an hour, however, my thoughts are bouncing from one end of the spectrum to the other. Will keep you posted. Hopefully by this time tomorrow I'll be able to jump about and hug everybody, revealing my obtuse secrets with a little more clarity. Til then, bloggy. 14 weeks to go.
Well, life as we know it is about to change. I'm going to graduate this institute of imbeciles in 14 weeks. Just (14x7) 98 days. For instance, Web Publishing C2406. I am here in the very first tutorial that I have ever attended. In itself that is a huge feat of dedication and motivation, however, once I arrive I realise that I'm probably the only person who has ever voluntarily played with CSS or Apache for the sake of interest. Thus, I am now sitting here in this tutorial playing with all the funky things in the CSS documentation that will never be covered within the scope of this unit. I didn't realise that CSS could do all kinds of funky things with images. I just assumed that all the cool tricks I had seen were some kind of HTML trickery... Oh well. I guess this is yet another way for me to spend my prescious time, when I should be doing my project. TCP/IP anybody? Eh. Monday Sucks
Monday Sucks. This is a long day. I've just spent a good 3 hours in the library, after a good hour or so listening to Mr Have-A-Chat speak about distances between Uni, Brissy and the Sunny Coast. Its approximatly 14 km's longer to travel to the coast via brissy than it is to travel via Esk. What is it about me that made him think I was interested? Oh well. 50/50 for the quiz. I really shouldn't complain. Doyle. Unimpressed
Unimpressed You may have noticed that I have been absent from my blog for a while. While I do have sufficient excuse (being sick, being away from computer) the blame can rest soley on the shoulders of Blogger.Com for some fucked up software error that monged up my template. So... anyhow... now that I'm back... I guess you could hope to expect a little bit of frequent blogging action once again from yours truely. I'll summarise what happened in the past 4 weeks: Got very sick and now for something completely different University administrators are a mixed bunch. Its like a bag of jelly beans. You reach your hand in, blindly pull out a single bean. On some days, you're likely to pull out a million icky black ones before you find a treasured yellow one. While other days, you'll hit nothing but taste all day. Today, was a mixed bag. #1 Jelly Bean - Icky #2 Jelly Bean - why.god.why #3 Jelly Bean - Full of Jelly Goodness #4 Jelly Bean - Full of shit. And then now... after I'm safely at home, I get an email from Jelly Bean #5. If it wasn't for Jelly Bean #3, I may have killed myself by now. Important note about engineers. All real engineers carry a calculator in their belts. You never know when you'll be in the middle of a corn field. Ok... I'm a Real Computer Systems Engineer. Not an Imaginary Computer Systems Engineer. I dont use a calculator. I use a computer. If you find me in the middle of a field without a computer, please call an ambulance. My building has moved without me. Cold, Alone, Happy
Cold, Alone, Happy Its thursday. Assignment Due Tomorrow.  At least the teapot doesnt' look like its made of wood, now. Phew. Last night was awesome. Rachy came over for dinner, and Hides dropped over unexpectedly. We had sketty bog (Spaghetti Bolognaise), garlic bread, wine and mocha fudge cheesecake for desert. It was great to have some company, however, I felt rather... anxious about my assignment. Hopefully the glass of wine calmed me down, and I didn't come off looking like the chemcial-freak that I felt like. The drive back from Cabarlah wasn't as scary as Tueday, however, on the way home I started to get a little grumpy about the time. I'd spent 6 hours away from my work, when I really should have been coding... There were no black tire skiddies accross the road, either... Today is going well... I've spent the whole day here at home, trying to get work done. The stress levels are down, significantly, and I really couldn't care if I handed in my assignment half completed. I've come to the conclusion that I'll live longer if I stop stressing out about pathetic assignments. I will be happy with 50.01%. Jac. Wednesday
Wednesday This post is a day late, because my server is shitty. Not sure how I'm going today. I woke up too early and went to a class that was damn near pointless. However, I did manage to get my QUADS working with my light sources, and got wood.bmp to map onto the teapot. Its all good, however, I need to pop the matrix so I can put a separate texture onto the table. (English: I drew some squares, and then decorated them.) Just got off the phone with my old Roomie... she's on prac at the moment, its buggering her about a bit... She's gunna come up here to my place for a bit of a chat. She seemed to think I could geek, and she could speak, and the world would rejoyce. We'll soon see, anyway. I NEED TO GET THIS ASSIGNMENT DONE! Anyhow... I've run out of milk. Black coffee from here on in. Again, Miss Cath comes through with the goods. She sent me this email, just as I was about to punch the monitor through frustration, and pure hatred. Men & women compliment each other by the unique traits we were each Women: They are childcare workers, executives, attorneys, stay-at-home moms, bikers, babes, & your neighbors. They wear suits, jeans, and they wear uniforms. They fight for what they believe in and they stand up against injustice. They walk and talk the extra mile to get their children in the right schools and to get their family the right health care.They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. Women are honest, loyal and forgiving. They are smart, knowing that knowledge is power. But they still know how to use their softer side to make a point. Women want to be he best for their family & their friends and themselves. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what Women do more than just give birth. They bring joy and hope. They give compassion and ideals. They give MEN: Monday Morning
Monday Morning Good Morning, Void. Your mission, should you choose to accept it.... Yeah yeah yeah... I know I should be more focused, and I should probably be a little more conserned about my lack of significant progress... But... well... *sigh* I start work, and I do about 40 minutes of quality thinking, and then my baby goes to Rio. My mind wanders all over the place. I found myself contemplating the most trivial of things, like the chemical compound of banana's. Bananas? What the? I blame AstroGirl, for there is no other rational excuse. All that thinking about metalic compounds has to have had a negative effect on my brain... And now, as I sit here trying to debuggerise my prolog Hex-Dec converter, I find myself turning into a music critic, pondering the merits of Gershwin, and the Beatles. (drat my slow arse connection and my significant lack of new music) I'm now going to try to kickstart my brain with a heated, caffinated beverage. Doyle This message will self destruct in about 4 weeks. Give or take. This week's specials include: Tuna Prolog Surprise Be sure to check out our daily Chef's selection for all your Stress Filled Goodies. weird days
Weird days My presentation went better than I expected, and I got a very positive review from one of the most 'precise' Engineering Lecturers that there is. (so sayth Mr Supervisor) "The next speaker is Jacqui Doyle, who's also studying a Bachelor of Engineering, and a Bachelor of Information Technology. Jacqui comes from the Sunshine Coast, which seems to be a constant source of distraction, and her personal role model is Forest Gump." After the whole ordeal was over, the Lecturer assigned to assess my presentation called me over to say that he hadn't written up the report, and to see him in about 30 mins. At first, I thought he was going to chew me out like he always used to do in 1st year. Doyle! You've got open toed shoes on! They do not comply with Industry Safety Guidelines! Doyle! You're wearing a necklace! They're banned by the Industry Safety Guidelines! Doyle! I dont think you've completed this table correctly. Go back and do it again! DOYLE!!!! Instead, after the ridiculously timmid knock on the door, he smiled brightly and told me he'd already handed on my critique to my supervisor. The critique, which i found today, was rather fantastic. Timed to the second (!) my presentation came in at 16.03 minutes... Which was actually 1 minute and 3 seconds longer than expected... Even though my hand was shaking, my knees were about to crumble, and my blood had all drained to my feet, I managed to convey confidance and authority, while explaining my project thoughtfully and with impressive knowledge. Ha! Did he hear me tell the room that UDP was efficient? (blantant bullshit) So, I think I'm supposed to be rather proud of my shambles of a presentation... dude. Roll on the final presentation in September! *blink* However, I'm still really unsure of the whole make-up, skirt, and girl-shoes thing in the Engineering Faculty. We looked like totally different people. Even Steve had a tie on, and it took all of my brain power not to loose it when I found myself in the ladies bathroom, touching up my lipstick, while seeing Miss Cath peer into a small compact. Eyeshaddow and Lipstick just dont seem to sit right with the thread of reality. Not when we're usually peering into the mirror at schoolbags, rugby jerseys and faded jeans. Yesterday, I was a different person. Apparently, I was thoughtfull and confidant. Today, I'm back to being me. Unmotivated and Introspective. in other news... Had to post about this personality test. Its the most accurate one that I've ever done!
I'm a "Geek Star!". WinPCcap
WinPCap. Not a fan. If anybody has used this program before, and got it to work on a standard install of Win98SE, then I'd be really interested to hear from them. I can install it just fine, I can even run WinDump, however, as soon as I try to capture any data whatsoever... my computer just looks at me blankly... I think there might be something wrong with one of my COM ports... but whatever it is, its making me very frustrated... "what data? I cant see no data. Do you mean the bazillion TCP connections? Nope.. cant see them... not looking! Ner ner ni ner ner..." Ahhh.... horseshit. Hullo. My Name's Forest. Forest Gump. Update on the WinPCap thing... turns out that it was Microsoft's fault. (now theres a shock!). Their VPN drivers for 98 are a little screwy and were taking over from the standard PPP drivers... controling bastards. *sniff* Anyway... I'm now viewing lots of lovely network traffic, and somehow trying to get a nice idea of how I'm supposed to graph a TCP connection packet.... 'parently, they're interesting.... Jacqui "Forest Gump" Doyle. Ultimate Low?
Jac. A Knights Tale
Sir William Thatcher. Defender of all thats hot, and Champion of sex personified. Heath Ledger is a bonefide sex-god. Ahem. Doing my "Advanced Digital Comm's" assignment, and its a welcome change from all the drugery of Computer Graphics. Its all mathematical, logical, and in an area that is stimulating for the brain. Perhaps not as stimulating as watching videos, or as logical as sleeping, but still enjoyable, in an Engineery kinda way. The only issue being, I've forgotten how to program in Matlab. Its a nightmare. First I couldn't remember how to do indicies, and then, I forgot how to do 'if' loops. Ha! And I call myself an Engineer. Phh. So, my crash course on mathematical programing began this afternoon, punctuated by a 3 hour nap, and a video. So, considering I've put in about 2 hours work, I think I'm doing ok. At the moment, Carmody-Online is powering, getting a bazillion hits per day from all over the globe. I'm really really proud of it, and cant wait until I have enough time to finish it off. I really believe that it's a fantastic site, not because of anything I've done, but simply because of the community that its attracted. *awww* You guys rock. And I appologise for being the "phantom admin" for the time being.... its a means to an end, I promise!! In other news, I got my computer graphics marks back: Thats always a comforting feeling. Pity it took me so damn long to do. Well, I'd best be getting on with my Matlab crashing. I'll put in a few good hours tonight, before getting some more of that glorious stuff they call sleep. Idiot of the week. Mathematical
Idiot of the week. *sigh* I should be supportive of the only female Caucasian lecturer in the department. I should also thank my lucky stars she doesn't start lecturing in Korean in the middle of a lecture (unlike some). I guess I can console myself with the fact that I, at least, had the decency to turn up... not like the other 80 people who 'forgot' to attend. Bastards. Why didn't they tell me it was a boycott? On a bright note, I now have two assignments to deal with this week. Prolog and Computer Graphics. Gak. I've been taken over by the Apathy Bunnies. They're all cute and twitchy, and evil as hell. So, while I should be spitting teeth, and pulling hair... I'm kicking back in my high backed chair, listening to old music, practicing my yawning techniques. Created a new RPG Character for Withy's new game. Looks like a cracker.
Oh, and I've just discovered that I have a social problem! I'm supposed to be in three places at once. You thought I was going to say something like insanity, didncha!!! I have two 21sts I should be attending, both of which I was stupid enough to RSVP to. I also have an "Advanced Digital Communications" assignment that will be screaming for attention as well. I considered trying to "double book" my night... as in... leave early/turn up late, but the drive out to one of the parties will take me well over an hour.. (if I'm lucky). I'm thinking I may just have to attempt to clone myself. "Me" : Doyle, you go out past Dalby, and turn left at that signposty-lookin' thing, and say happy birthday to Rule dog for me. I have a horrible sinking feeling that I'm going to be the one left at home... again.
Time Everyday I fight a
Time Everyday I fight a war against the mirror, I cant take the person staring back at me! I'm a hazard to myself... Don't let me get me! I'm my own worst enemy! Today was the first day of Uni, back from the Easter break. Ok... so, I know I'm not a morning person, but today was just insane. I think Monday mornings should be banned, or fundamentally changed so that idiots like myself don't hurt themselves. Even simple tasks like showering become a huge drain on the memory resources, and simple questions like "What room am I supposed to be at" become all together impossible without a very strong coffee. Even then, your brain is skittish, and very reluctant to start working at that ungodly hour of the day. Its very hard to believe, that not so long ago, I used to wake up every morning at 4.15 in order to drive to swimming training. As you can see... my body is making up for all the years of abuse that I put it through. ## Message From Body ## Wake up early? Piffle. Doyle, you're going to wake up in a Prolog lecture and wonder how on earth you get there, and why you're wearing odd socks. Avatars. Don't meddle in the
Avatars. Sterling Piece of Advice #3045 So, today I was programming yet again. I really meant to get to the Pineapple to buy that gift, and I sure as hell meant to do some grocery shopping. The only thing I did manage to do, was waste even more time doing web programming! *giggling* Had a doozy today. A right "king Kong" head trip. Had the music up, the code was simply dripping from my fingers, and the sun shone through the clouds. And then.... Lifestyle Hint #12 Another day... Well... I'm awake.
Another day... I guess my body is trying to catch up on all the sleep it can, before I start uni on monday. *grin* Even though I'm only doing around 15 contact hours this semester. I'm thinking of adding another unit. "Advanced Digital Communications". Its run by Leis, who is also supervising my project. I'll probably go and look at the lectures, and see what I think. Apparently its not too much about communications, and more about digital coding techniques. Like archiving, compressing, and watermarking digital files. Anyhow, I'll keep you posted there! Still havent called Telstra to complain about my phone line. Later. Remembered that Fred still has a shitload of jigsaw puzzles, and mind benders that I lent him when he broke his leg. I think it might be time to pay him a visit!! I wonder how that'll go down. Probably just like the titanic, but, a girl can only try. I'd like to go to Ballymore this year, as well... so i might bring it up with him... get a car load... sounds like fun to me. My turn to cook tonight. Pasta Bake. Easy, quick, clean... and tasty! *hehehehe* P. |
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