Slightly rushed due to pain and yelling
So I actually did end up going back to school for that Christmas trade fair thing, having spent most of last lesson dashing around (likely to the detriment of my health) setting up consoles in the Maths room.
It was quite a lot of fun and I would have liked to stay for longer but I don't think I could have actually handled much more walking and standing around. There were a few of us in charge of the video games room, minus the people who just came in there to skive off from doing actual work. We had three 360s running, two system-linked for Halo 3 competitions and one for Guitar Hero, a Gamecube connected to the smartboard's projector (when it wasn't overheating) and a Wii with various titles going as well.
I was mostly responsible for getting money from people (50p for whatever constituted one “go” on the game of their choice) but I ended up being the one who dealt with a lot of the younger kids as well. They all seemed to be having great fun.
There was one kid in particular, probably wasn't more than about 5, that wanted to have a shot on the Halo multiplayer setup. I sat next to him, coaching him through the controls and occasionally giving him a hand while a friends sat at the other Xbox, taking note of when I was talking and when the kid was trying to aim, letting him do some damage, even a few kills, while making a show of taking some potshots at me.
I'd go into more detail, and I might do so tomorrow, but I'm getting into deeper and deeper shit every night trying to stay up beyond my recommended bedtime. I get it bad enough normally but this wound has just made getting to bed early that much more sacred.
The funniest part is all the reminders about how serious this is, how bad it will be if I don't ge it fixed, etc., etc. I have no idea why my parents feel the need to tell me this when I'm the one who can't bend down or take a seat without a cushion thanks %£@*&^$! giant incision in my ass.
Anyway, I'm going to take my painkillers and go to bed before this turns into another whiny post and I get yelled at some more. Have a nice day.
It was quite a lot of fun and I would have liked to stay for longer but I don't think I could have actually handled much more walking and standing around. There were a few of us in charge of the video games room, minus the people who just came in there to skive off from doing actual work. We had three 360s running, two system-linked for Halo 3 competitions and one for Guitar Hero, a Gamecube connected to the smartboard's projector (when it wasn't overheating) and a Wii with various titles going as well.
I was mostly responsible for getting money from people (50p for whatever constituted one “go” on the game of their choice) but I ended up being the one who dealt with a lot of the younger kids as well. They all seemed to be having great fun.
There was one kid in particular, probably wasn't more than about 5, that wanted to have a shot on the Halo multiplayer setup. I sat next to him, coaching him through the controls and occasionally giving him a hand while a friends sat at the other Xbox, taking note of when I was talking and when the kid was trying to aim, letting him do some damage, even a few kills, while making a show of taking some potshots at me.
I'd go into more detail, and I might do so tomorrow, but I'm getting into deeper and deeper shit every night trying to stay up beyond my recommended bedtime. I get it bad enough normally but this wound has just made getting to bed early that much more sacred.
The funniest part is all the reminders about how serious this is, how bad it will be if I don't ge it fixed, etc., etc. I have no idea why my parents feel the need to tell me this when I'm the one who can't bend down or take a seat without a cushion thanks %£@*&^$! giant incision in my ass.
Anyway, I'm going to take my painkillers and go to bed before this turns into another whiny post and I get yelled at some more. Have a nice day.
Labels: alasdair, musings, rant, school, sinus surgery
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