Turn Into A Jet, Bomb The Russians
You grew on me, like a tumor
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you’re in my heart
Shamelessly stolen from viro’s LJ. What a nice song.
I just had the weirdest fucking thought, one I never thought I'd have seriously have. I want to go back to Africa.
At the moment, I'm rather bored. I was almost back in phase a few days ago when I got a text from Sam asking if I wanted to go Go-Karting. Then I went and passed out on my bed and woke up at 3AM. I went to reply to your second text, Sam, but looked at the time and thought it was a bad idea.
And speaking of thoughts I never thought I thought, I've applied for a couple of Graduate IT positions. Something I swore I'd never do. But things change I guess.
One, cut a hole in a box.
When I was working full time, it was really gay, and I really missed studying. And now I'm studying full time again, which all be it is pretty fucking cool given the subject matter, is really gay.
When I was working part time and studying full time at Uni and part time at TAFe, there was massive motivation for attending the respective institutions. It was interesting. I liked doing different things. That said, I’ve devised the following formula:
Doing the same thing lots = sux
Doing different things moderate amounts = win
I've been in Perth for about a month and a half now, and without Angela here it's pretty gay. I'm almost looking forward to weekends like I've got a job. We'll be able to move back in together full time at the end of the Semester, which isn't too far away, but it's still pretty fucking lame being apart so much.
Two, put your junk in that box
It's a 1.5 hour trip one way to uni and not being able to access any tutorials hardly makes it worth attending the lectures or making the effort. I'd consider swapping to another university, but no one else runs the same post-grad Psych degree. If I changed instead of finishing in 2010 it'd be sometime in 2012. Fuck that. *mutter*
And speaking of elongated time frames, I'm still staring down the barrel of fuckoff long study timeframe since basic psych degrees are useless as all fuck. This course I'm doing guarantees entry to honors no matter what you score, which is one year, and because of the ambiguous nature of the whole school of thought they let pretty much everyone (provided they are awesome, like me) through to do their Ph.D. Which is like 3 years. So that's another 4 years studying. Plus the 4 I did before doing undergrad. Plus the 2 I did at TAFE doing network engineering. That's 10 years of fucking about because working is fucked.
I was walking to the shops today and decided it was a really, really good idea waiting until the last week before going to see Phantom of The Opera. Otherwise I'd be going back every fortnightly pay to see it again.
I think I’ve spent more time in parks in the last six months than most people do in their entire lives. And our vocation became, the endless pursuit of pleasure.
Three, make her open the box, and that’s the way you do it - It's my dick in a box!#@
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you’re in my heart
Shamelessly stolen from viro’s LJ. What a nice song.
I just had the weirdest fucking thought, one I never thought I'd have seriously have. I want to go back to Africa.
At the moment, I'm rather bored. I was almost back in phase a few days ago when I got a text from Sam asking if I wanted to go Go-Karting. Then I went and passed out on my bed and woke up at 3AM. I went to reply to your second text, Sam, but looked at the time and thought it was a bad idea.
And speaking of thoughts I never thought I thought, I've applied for a couple of Graduate IT positions. Something I swore I'd never do. But things change I guess.
One, cut a hole in a box.
When I was working full time, it was really gay, and I really missed studying. And now I'm studying full time again, which all be it is pretty fucking cool given the subject matter, is really gay.
When I was working part time and studying full time at Uni and part time at TAFe, there was massive motivation for attending the respective institutions. It was interesting. I liked doing different things. That said, I’ve devised the following formula:
Doing the same thing lots = sux
Doing different things moderate amounts = win
I've been in Perth for about a month and a half now, and without Angela here it's pretty gay. I'm almost looking forward to weekends like I've got a job. We'll be able to move back in together full time at the end of the Semester, which isn't too far away, but it's still pretty fucking lame being apart so much.
Two, put your junk in that box
It's a 1.5 hour trip one way to uni and not being able to access any tutorials hardly makes it worth attending the lectures or making the effort. I'd consider swapping to another university, but no one else runs the same post-grad Psych degree. If I changed instead of finishing in 2010 it'd be sometime in 2012. Fuck that. *mutter*
And speaking of elongated time frames, I'm still staring down the barrel of fuckoff long study timeframe since basic psych degrees are useless as all fuck. This course I'm doing guarantees entry to honors no matter what you score, which is one year, and because of the ambiguous nature of the whole school of thought they let pretty much everyone (provided they are awesome, like me) through to do their Ph.D. Which is like 3 years. So that's another 4 years studying. Plus the 4 I did before doing undergrad. Plus the 2 I did at TAFE doing network engineering. That's 10 years of fucking about because working is fucked.
I was walking to the shops today and decided it was a really, really good idea waiting until the last week before going to see Phantom of The Opera. Otherwise I'd be going back every fortnightly pay to see it again.
I think I’ve spent more time in parks in the last six months than most people do in their entire lives. And our vocation became, the endless pursuit of pleasure.
Three, make her open the box, and that’s the way you do it - It's my dick in a box!#@