Worst Week EVER!!!
I haven't posted since october 29, 2006. I knew it had been a while, but that's quite a while. I guess I just haven't really been arsed. But my life has recently turned to shit, so I thought I'd have a bit a lot of a whinge.
Type your cut contents here.Sunday night, everything was dandy. I wasn't looking forward to the upcoming week of tests and assignments, but life was good and I was happy. I serendipitously stumbled upon a modern dance thing on abc which is pretty much the best piece of art I've seen this year. It was filmed in a really interesting room with floorboards on the walls which curved down to become the floor and it created some really nice optical illusions. The music was amazing (too hard to describe - strings/world/modern/jazz) and it was filmed and lit beautifully, the bodies castings shadows on the walls, or silhouettes against the bright timber. The film was also sped up slightly so the dancers were moving just quickly enough so that you wondered whether they could actually move with such agility or not. The actual choreography was also amazing and not boring or wanky like a lot of that sort of thing. It really showed the beauty of the human body and the way it moves. It was graceful and fluid and organic, but at the same time very formed and mechanical.
Anyway, from monday morning onwards, life steadily got worse. Mostly because of ...stuff, which I don't care to mention. But on top of that I had masses of work to do for uni, a test on fluid dynamics at 9:00 this morning which was worth %12.5 and a big hairy programming assignment for aerospace computational mechanics which I've worked on all week (especially the last six hours) and I'm still not even close to finishing! It's due in half an hour, but the lecturer suggested I hand it in next wednesday cos I'll only lose %10. But now that means I'll have to keep working on it until then, as well as my other three assignments due the week after that.
Even though I've been going to bed early I haven't been getting any sleep, and I feel like I'm dying. All week I've felt like I'm writhing on the ground in agonising pain, being speared in the chest and the stomach with a javelin and bleeding to death. And I don't feel like it's going to get better any time soon.
Thanks for reading my self-pitying shite. Have a look at my myspace. There're photos of stuff at anglesea when I was happy. www.myspace.com/adabisi
Type your cut contents here.Sunday night, everything was dandy. I wasn't looking forward to the upcoming week of tests and assignments, but life was good and I was happy. I serendipitously stumbled upon a modern dance thing on abc which is pretty much the best piece of art I've seen this year. It was filmed in a really interesting room with floorboards on the walls which curved down to become the floor and it created some really nice optical illusions. The music was amazing (too hard to describe - strings/world/modern/jazz) and it was filmed and lit beautifully, the bodies castings shadows on the walls, or silhouettes against the bright timber. The film was also sped up slightly so the dancers were moving just quickly enough so that you wondered whether they could actually move with such agility or not. The actual choreography was also amazing and not boring or wanky like a lot of that sort of thing. It really showed the beauty of the human body and the way it moves. It was graceful and fluid and organic, but at the same time very formed and mechanical.
Anyway, from monday morning onwards, life steadily got worse. Mostly because of ...stuff, which I don't care to mention. But on top of that I had masses of work to do for uni, a test on fluid dynamics at 9:00 this morning which was worth %12.5 and a big hairy programming assignment for aerospace computational mechanics which I've worked on all week (especially the last six hours) and I'm still not even close to finishing! It's due in half an hour, but the lecturer suggested I hand it in next wednesday cos I'll only lose %10. But now that means I'll have to keep working on it until then, as well as my other three assignments due the week after that.
Even though I've been going to bed early I haven't been getting any sleep, and I feel like I'm dying. All week I've felt like I'm writhing on the ground in agonising pain, being speared in the chest and the stomach with a javelin and bleeding to death. And I don't feel like it's going to get better any time soon.
Thanks for reading my self-pitying shite. Have a look at my myspace. There're photos of stuff at anglesea when I was happy. www.myspace.com/adabisi