dirty reads (done dirt cheap)
Originally written 04.22.2002.
up until 02:30 revising. finished all my computer security stuff. just need to go over it one last time before the exam. fell asleep listening to this american life. realized that i could use shutdown -h +60 so my box would shut down after the episode finished and i wouldn’t have to hear the fan running all night. just as i was about to fall asleep, heard ruckus in courtyard. bastards.
had a dream where i wasn’t really an active party in the dream but an omniscient third party. it was like watching a movie. something about a middle-aged southern woman who ran a small-town hotel and who was content servicing others. her teenaged daughter dreamed of a different life. really weird. don’t know why i’ve been remembering my dreams lately.
woke up at 10:00 to study transaction processing (synchronisation, conflicting operations, dirty reads (hence today’s title), premature writes, etc.). breakfast was a dr. pepper slushy.
an anectdote from a few days ago that just needs to be recounted: it was the middle of the night and i heard iain squeel, “oh my god, anne’s doing horny dancing”. it was late, so i just rolled over and went back to bed. the next morning i got all the gruesome details from iain. anne, an american (and an ugly american, in every sense of the word), got really drunk and knocked on our door. iain answered, and to his horror, encountered anne singing “i’m horny. horny, horny, horny”. there was an acompanying dance. i believe it goes hip thrust, hip thrust, booty slap, booty slap, booty slap. good thing i went to bed early. yikes!
quick run to tesco to get some food for the next couple of days. quick and easy food for study nights and reward food for after exams. trying to find a good vegan chili recipe. bought some 52p/2L generic cola to get me through the night’s revision.
realised that i don’t remember the last time i showered. i don’t really care much normally, and girlfriend across the ocean + exams = complete disregard for personal hygine.