Life is good. Well, at least right now it is.
I am loving uni. I have never been so happy to learn in my entire life. I know that sounds like the height of geekiness but I really love being there.
I'm actually enjoying the work I'm doing. Playing around with drum loops in Sound Forge was fun. Learning about decabell voltage and pulse widths and negative infinity was so interesting. At school I had to do work that I was forced to, and I hated it. Now that I'm at uni doing stuff I actually have an interest in my whole attitude has changed.
On the bus today, I was wishing that there was another tutorial for sound engineering. There's only one lecture and one tutorial a week, which right now is irritating me. I want to do more engineering of sound. It's become an addiction and I've only done 2 hours worth of theory and manipulation of drum loops.
I definately want to do this for a job. And that scares me. I'm only seventeen, just finished school, just started uni and I already know what I want to do for the remainder of my life.
Last night I went to the Hardrock Cafe to see Operator Please. Golly gosh they are good. And I saw a lot of people from school which was great. Had a few hundred cigarettes.
I had to go to uni today for my lecture in Cultural Perspectives. But my bus was late, which made me late for the direct bus to uni. So I didn't end up going, which really pissed me off. My first lecture for that subject and I don't even get to go. Stupid slow Elanora bus with its stupid late-arse drivers. Grr.
Father goes into hospital tomorrow at 12. They're checkin him out for prostate cancer, because he's high risk for it seeing as he drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimmney and his father died from it. But ever since he got back from the specialist, he's been bad mouthing homosexuals. The special prostate doctor had to put his finger up dad's arse or something. And dad already hates homosexuals, now he just hates them more. "Great, I get to have a tube stuck up my arse. I'll already feel like a fucking poofter with that fucking robe that shows your arse. If there's a poof there and I bend over, I'm in trouble. I get arse-fucked by a tube, I can't fucking wait."
Or something along those lines.
I really hate it when he bad-mouths people like that.
Tomorrow I am going to call Munda dear and we are going to spend the day together, cos I haven't seen her in ages and she was half my CD collection at her house. So that should be just dandy.
I'm actually enjoying the work I'm doing. Playing around with drum loops in Sound Forge was fun. Learning about decabell voltage and pulse widths and negative infinity was so interesting. At school I had to do work that I was forced to, and I hated it. Now that I'm at uni doing stuff I actually have an interest in my whole attitude has changed.
On the bus today, I was wishing that there was another tutorial for sound engineering. There's only one lecture and one tutorial a week, which right now is irritating me. I want to do more engineering of sound. It's become an addiction and I've only done 2 hours worth of theory and manipulation of drum loops.
I definately want to do this for a job. And that scares me. I'm only seventeen, just finished school, just started uni and I already know what I want to do for the remainder of my life.
Last night I went to the Hardrock Cafe to see Operator Please. Golly gosh they are good. And I saw a lot of people from school which was great. Had a few hundred cigarettes.
I had to go to uni today for my lecture in Cultural Perspectives. But my bus was late, which made me late for the direct bus to uni. So I didn't end up going, which really pissed me off. My first lecture for that subject and I don't even get to go. Stupid slow Elanora bus with its stupid late-arse drivers. Grr.
Father goes into hospital tomorrow at 12. They're checkin him out for prostate cancer, because he's high risk for it seeing as he drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimmney and his father died from it. But ever since he got back from the specialist, he's been bad mouthing homosexuals. The special prostate doctor had to put his finger up dad's arse or something. And dad already hates homosexuals, now he just hates them more. "Great, I get to have a tube stuck up my arse. I'll already feel like a fucking poofter with that fucking robe that shows your arse. If there's a poof there and I bend over, I'm in trouble. I get arse-fucked by a tube, I can't fucking wait."
Or something along those lines.
I really hate it when he bad-mouths people like that.
Tomorrow I am going to call Munda dear and we are going to spend the day together, cos I haven't seen her in ages and she was half my CD collection at her house. So that should be just dandy.