Sometimes good things happen to good people. They also happen to bad people. Take this for instance. I took delivery of my new M3 today and set up the cradle, plugged it all in and started charging it. When I was going over the box I noticed there was a grey sticker (with silver text) on the silver box which read “M3L 20gig”. The M3L is a different model to the M3. Everything is exactly the same except it is slightly bigger (thicker by about 4mm), yet the battery life is actually 35 hours rather than 14 (iPods can piss off with their 7 hours or whatever). I compared the measurements of my unit with the measurements of the M3L and it matches up – so I got an extra $100 worth of MP3 player for free! Fantastic! I guess it makes up for the broken record player, the DVD without the actual disc and the box of cd covers that never turned up.

Meanwhile, loading my files onto the player has become a hellish process because a) I only have USB1 which feels like I’m using a zip drive and b) random files decide they will cause an I/O error and stop the process. Any ideas anyone?

So against my better judgment I went into uni today for the planned ‘meeting’ for music and drama students. It was as I had feared, a 10 minute deal with lots of hooting and loud noises from the drama students. I picked up a diary, played trivia at the unibar, and decided I couldn’t wait around for another 40 minutes for the next lecture (I had already waited 2 hours and 20 minutes) for the first lecture of microeconomics and headed home.

I’m glad I did go in though, because every time I took a few steps I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. I chatted to Lucy as soon as I got off the bus, but we forget to get each other’s emails again, and I know she has changed her phone number.

I want my MP3 player.

So I’m sitting two stories up in the university library, somewhat relieved that I wasn’t going out of my brain.

You see, the creative arts department in their eternal wisdom decided to change the time of the first monday morning class yesterday. This follows the entire change from saturday which moved all classes from afternoons to mornings (which of course destroyed my preferences for commerce). This eternal wisdom was once again called upon when they decided to leave it up to the students to notify each other and not leave a student email (which I *did* check this morning just in case). Somehow the message didn’t get around to me. Thankfully it’s only an hour away, so it’s not some long, difficult wait.

However, in the future at least I’ll be more prepared for these waits as I transferred the money across for my new M3 which I will (fingers crossed) receive this week.

Yesterday I ventured up to Sydney with Greg for the Parramatta Collectables Fair, which pretty much surpassed all expectations of freakdom. We witnessed a man in full Star Trek uniform, much like one of my life-heros, Barbara Adams. We also saw a woman who had a paper mache growth erupting from her shoulder that I think was supposed to be a dragon of some variety. My personal favourite was a guy who pottered up to a stall and asked the man, “Have you got any ‘Sound of Music’ daybills?” to which the stall owner replied, “No, you’ve bought them all already.” Just fantastic. Except he smelt. Not so fantastic.

We moved on and seemingly entered every used book store on King Street in Newtown, except Pulp Books. It was closed by the time we were strolling past it.

I won’t bother passing you on to Greg’s Blog, because although he said he would post about our adventure, he said he wouldn’t write about how I was the one who made all the good finds (the Joan Crawford book, the Sextette and La Cage posters, the Trekkies 2 DVD – all of which he somehow ended up with).

Only 30 minutes left until class. I wonder if there is enough on the internet to keep me busy for 30 minutes.