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03.11.2003Monday 3 November – Medallion

I finally cleaned the toilet, this being the first non-kitchen thing I’ve cleaned in months. No, that’s not true – I clean the bathroom mirror sometimes.
I headed into uni to witness the marking of my COMP2302 AVR assignment. I turned up early and got mine marked straight away, which was good, as I’d been told by others to expect to wait a long time. Because I’d implemented nearly everything, including the group things I didn’t need to, and because I’m just so good and told the marker that all the bugs were memory-saving features, and because, I guess, the actual end result of my sleepless nights wasn’t too bad after all – I got 112%. This will be rounded back to 100, but I was pretty happy with it.
After my marking, Clint and I bussed into Indooroopilly where we had dinner and watched “Medallion”. Dinner, at least for me, was a falafel roll, or kebab as everyone seems to call them now – and some American takeaway goo for Clint. “Medallion” is a Jacki Chan movie, and like most of them, a little too silly in places but still quite amusing and enjoyable. It’s nice when a movie is cleanly funny, something it seems Americans can’t do. Actually, the Irish setting and use of Interpol, rather than the traditional NYPD or LAPD along with the obligatory black wise guy, was nice too.
After the movie Clint and I walked down to the milkshake station, where I caught a train home while drinking a very thick vanilla milkshake. I feel suitably sick now.
I must be an idiot, I’m still awake. I guess staying up for so long so many times doing my assignments has permanently converted me into a late night beast. Feel free to insert a comma into that past sentence, I’m sick of them.

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