Asking The Big Questions
Oh man. Oh boy. These last few days. You have no idea what you're missing. Apart from the can tabs. We're still only on one.
It's been a pretty groovy past couple of days. And I totally intended to say groovy. Thank. You. Very. Much.
I appear to have fully bonded with Midget (for those out of the loop - that's the EeePC). I dare say it's been similar to a mother-child bond. It's being difficult and not communicating with the router, but this love is unconditional. It has a mind of its own. Surely such individuality should be encouraged? We wouldn't want her falling to peer pressure at all. Would we?
My stomach's giving me a very detailed list of complaints at the moment.At the top of the list is the chocolate I scooped down this afternoon. You would've been proud. It was more chocolate than I had had in the whole of the last month. Excluding hot chocolates, of course. There's nothing to make you feel more grown-up than sipping hot chocolate out of a paper 'to go' cup while everyone sips away on their flat whites, short blacks, coffeecoffeecoffeeisgross.
In fact, I think there was something in that chocolate. There definitely was. I'm totally blaming it for that overwhelming urge to have by way with a certain someone right there on the couches. And for announcing that on the internet.
I've finished my essay for WRIT. I had originally made it quite formal, but that went down like a broken bottle covered in pasta sauce. I got told that if I changed... oh, 4, specific words to slang (or colloquial equivalent) and called it an opinion piece instead I'd double my mark. Damn it, I was sold as soon G started using hand gestures to try and explain 'them hoes'. And I can up my grade by up to 5% if I give it a more sarcastic tone. Consider it done. I love this paper.
Love my ACCY papers? Not so much. I think I've found my speciality (thank the Lord himself). And that's fantastic. But I've got a particularly important test tomorrow night that I've barely studied for. And that's not for the lack of trying. One of the topics I've recently revised with my 100-level PASS group. Surely, considering this is a 300-level paper, I'm missing something. I guess we'll see tomorrow.
Mum and I had a lovely conversation this evening... We (or, I) came to the conclusion that I wasn't doing anything with my life that made me feel like I was accomplishing anything for me. Not academically, because that's going fine. But it's like I have nothing else going on in my life. This has to be the most boring I've ever been. So we brainstormed heaps of stuff. Like, business ventures, volunteering, babies, joining a club and getting a job. The club idea got shot in the foot as soon as it left my mother's lips. Similarly, she vetoed babies. Before I could explain the selling them to rich barren people part. Seriously. That'd knock everything on the list off with one swoop. Except the clubs bit.
If one more person tell me to join a club I will shoot myself and make it look like they did it.
But at least mum's serious about getting a puppy!
It's been a pretty groovy past couple of days. And I totally intended to say groovy. Thank. You. Very. Much.
I appear to have fully bonded with Midget (for those out of the loop - that's the EeePC). I dare say it's been similar to a mother-child bond. It's being difficult and not communicating with the router, but this love is unconditional. It has a mind of its own. Surely such individuality should be encouraged? We wouldn't want her falling to peer pressure at all. Would we?
My stomach's giving me a very detailed list of complaints at the moment.At the top of the list is the chocolate I scooped down this afternoon. You would've been proud. It was more chocolate than I had had in the whole of the last month. Excluding hot chocolates, of course. There's nothing to make you feel more grown-up than sipping hot chocolate out of a paper 'to go' cup while everyone sips away on their flat whites, short blacks, coffeecoffeecoffeeisgross.
In fact, I think there was something in that chocolate. There definitely was. I'm totally blaming it for that overwhelming urge to have by way with a certain someone right there on the couches. And for announcing that on the internet.
I've finished my essay for WRIT. I had originally made it quite formal, but that went down like a broken bottle covered in pasta sauce. I got told that if I changed... oh, 4, specific words to slang (or colloquial equivalent) and called it an opinion piece instead I'd double my mark. Damn it, I was sold as soon G started using hand gestures to try and explain 'them hoes'. And I can up my grade by up to 5% if I give it a more sarcastic tone. Consider it done. I love this paper.
Love my ACCY papers? Not so much. I think I've found my speciality (thank the Lord himself). And that's fantastic. But I've got a particularly important test tomorrow night that I've barely studied for. And that's not for the lack of trying. One of the topics I've recently revised with my 100-level PASS group. Surely, considering this is a 300-level paper, I'm missing something. I guess we'll see tomorrow.
Mum and I had a lovely conversation this evening... We (or, I) came to the conclusion that I wasn't doing anything with my life that made me feel like I was accomplishing anything for me. Not academically, because that's going fine. But it's like I have nothing else going on in my life. This has to be the most boring I've ever been. So we brainstormed heaps of stuff. Like, business ventures, volunteering, babies, joining a club and getting a job. The club idea got shot in the foot as soon as it left my mother's lips. Similarly, she vetoed babies. Before I could explain the selling them to rich barren people part. Seriously. That'd knock everything on the list off with one swoop. Except the clubs bit.
If one more person tell me to join a club I will shoot myself and make it look like they did it.
But at least mum's serious about getting a puppy!