HUTS for architecture, Sock Soc, and omsething I've only ever seen in a Discworld novel.

Two awesome things:

Jon Carrol's apt latest and
Why I love Sydney.

My grandmother has sent me a pair of socks. In contrast to the standard reaction to such familial bounty I said "Yay!" Because I have now reached the point where my supply of cool hats has outnumbered my supply of matched sock pairs. Don't get me wrong, I have at least twenty socks, singular. It's just that none of them match up, so my range of socks, plural, is limited to some tiny trendy anklets, an ancient bright red frilly pair and two stripy thigh-high pairs that I cannot wear with the long jeans I spent about ninety percent of my public existence in. For the last month or two I have actually been wearing odd socks everywhere. It's fun because nobody notices.

I have now put in an appearance at three different universities' O Weeks and I think I can safely say that mine kind of lost. Only two days had actual fun stuff, and no comedy or free pancakes. UNSW also boasted Inflatable Laser Tag, fairy floss, random Greek dancing and a hell of a lot more soceties than we have. Scifinerd society!! It was called Spock Soc. Many of their societies go -ock Soc just as most of ours end in -OUTS (and do you really want to be twenty thousand leagues beneath the sea with an organisation called DOUTS?) I think UNSW should have a Rock Soc, but I'm not sure if it would be for music or geology. Possibly both, the way things go around there. Anyway, I'm clearly going to have to start my own SFian group called Geeks UTS (GUTS). We could have an emo collective called CryUTS or a modelling association called FLOUTS. Fashion Lovers' Organisation UTS. Sex Lovers UTS! Perhaps a linguistics group called UMLAUTS? That's going a bit far.

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Woohoo! I have internet access IN MY ROOM away from PRYING EYES. PRYING.

Unfortunately, while this netty goodness is in my room, it is not in fact on my actual computer. That is, it connects to my computer just fine. But then the PC crashes. Bad sign. I'm on my laptop right now. It has a slightly clunky keyboard and a touchpad mouse, which pisses me off, but more importantly it does not, when attached to the ethernet cable, sit upon my desk. Instead the cable only reaches to the top of my PC box, where I have to bend down in a sort of uncomfortable fashion.

So, to recap: I can use my comfy computer, as long as I don't cause it the mortal offence of plugging it into any network whatsoever, I can use the internet in my room as long as I'm lying on my bed or bending over like a sweatshop worker, and I can have the use of both a decent PC and the internet on a timeshare with the rest of my family with no privacy whatsoever.

Win.