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I'm not sure there's any reason I keep trying to update this page; I really don't have anything new to say and I am quite certain that no-one really wants to read my angst. From peering through people attached to my friend list, it would appear that most have realised that no-one wants to see their sorrows ... or have actually found their ways to avoid whining like a small brat. I could continue with my usual rant along the lines of being worthless and flawed compared to the majority because of this fact, but it really doesn't matter whether I am or aren't. I am stuck with what I am.
Only three more teaching weeks to go before study break and then Mock TEE and TEE exams. It is becoming clear I am unlikely to do much better this time than I did the first time, reinforcing the predictions of the pyshcologist that profiled me (which I had refused to believe until now). Exceptionally dissapointing given I actually put a large amount of work into this year, all of which has fairly much gone to waste in the last few weeks with shifting house and sickness and such. Not that it matters, I had a realisation the other day that, even if I apply to Universities as a school leaver at the end of the year they are still going to see my one unit from UWA with the extra large fail next to it and reject me anyway. After 8 months of work you kinda feel really stupid knowing it was for nothing.
My brother and I had quite a weird argument the other night. We'd just finished watching this rather weird movie he bought on DVD (100 Girls - not too bad and actually containing more philosophy than you could imagine from a teen film) and I was having a smallish rant about how I was sick of every story you see in the media having a happy ending. He seems to think that the effect of this sort of situation is that it gives the depressed, rejected and downtrodden a sense of hope that they might, one day, get their own happy ending. Which, in my opinion, is complete crap. It makes me feel ever so much worse that the freaky loser always finds his dream girl and they live happily ever after, whereas in real life the freaky losers dream girl is too busy having sex with some neanderthal of a "perfect man" to even notice he exists. I ended up getting kind of personal and claiming that it was easy for him to see the hope in the stories when he was living in a stable, loving relationship of four years, rather than exisiting in a emotionally retarded state because you can no longer force yourself to take risks because you've been too frequently hurt.
People suck.
Only three more teaching weeks to go before study break and then Mock TEE and TEE exams. It is becoming clear I am unlikely to do much better this time than I did the first time, reinforcing the predictions of the pyshcologist that profiled me (which I had refused to believe until now). Exceptionally dissapointing given I actually put a large amount of work into this year, all of which has fairly much gone to waste in the last few weeks with shifting house and sickness and such. Not that it matters, I had a realisation the other day that, even if I apply to Universities as a school leaver at the end of the year they are still going to see my one unit from UWA with the extra large fail next to it and reject me anyway. After 8 months of work you kinda feel really stupid knowing it was for nothing.
My brother and I had quite a weird argument the other night. We'd just finished watching this rather weird movie he bought on DVD (100 Girls - not too bad and actually containing more philosophy than you could imagine from a teen film) and I was having a smallish rant about how I was sick of every story you see in the media having a happy ending. He seems to think that the effect of this sort of situation is that it gives the depressed, rejected and downtrodden a sense of hope that they might, one day, get their own happy ending. Which, in my opinion, is complete crap. It makes me feel ever so much worse that the freaky loser always finds his dream girl and they live happily ever after, whereas in real life the freaky losers dream girl is too busy having sex with some neanderthal of a "perfect man" to even notice he exists. I ended up getting kind of personal and claiming that it was easy for him to see the hope in the stories when he was living in a stable, loving relationship of four years, rather than exisiting in a emotionally retarded state because you can no longer force yourself to take risks because you've been too frequently hurt.
People suck.