Changes afoot
As I’ve mentioned several times recently, I’ll be joining the ranks of UWA’s Computer Science department student body this year. Of course, when I said it earlier I was bluffing: I had no way in hell of knowing that I’d get in, just a little voice in my head that said “I am so much cooler than some of those other applicants… I’m sure to score a spot”; even in this, one of the most academically–competitive years in our state’s history. Apparently, entry scores for Western Australian universities are the highest in the country, and UWA’s are the highest in the state, so I feel pretty damned good about myself for getting in.
Oh, and you can bet my personal statement had something to do with it.
You might be thinking “Wow, how the hell does Chris plan to dedicate a goodly portion of his time to study with his already hectic life as a bartender–cum–total–stud… what with all the rent and bills and whores to pay?” and you might be right, but for one thing: I’ve moved back in with my parents.
Sad, I know. Forgoing such a great deal of freedom for the sake of a few bucks and a home–cooked meal is probably the low point of my career (these people get up before midday, for fuck’s sake!) but it’s something that needed to be done. University study demands a little stability in one’s lifestyle, and the ol’ “I’m working sixty hours a week and I’ve lived in five different houses in the last 18 months” thing just doesn’t give me that. It’s nice to have a bit of my future mapped out for me… like one of those obnoxious five–year–plans I hate so much.
Five year plan aside, I’m trying to figure out just what the hell happened to Pogo (my PC) in the move between the ol’ Hamersley house and my parents’ house; he’s stopped booting altogether… and that just ain’t cool. Rabbit (my Mac) and George (my parents’ cretaceous–period PC) are chatting happily, and I know Pogo wants to join the party, but he’s in some kind of coma. I’m of the impression that evil wizards are somehow to blame. In the mean time I’m having fun teaching my parents how to use Mac OS X; the idea of a total lack of viruses and spam that gets deleted before they even see it is almost too much for them to bear… though they like the fast–user–switching animation and the minimize effect.
But then again, how couldn’t you?