Posts Tagged ‘mid-sem break’
This is a moon without a tide
It’s already the first Monday of the mid-semester break. Actually, it’s the only Monday of the mid-semester break, which means that after today, I will officially be screwed for my stats test, which is coming up in less than two weeks. But why are you worrying? You’ve got so much time, I hear you say. Man, fuck you. You don’t know where I’ve been. Like that song goes: this is the end, my only friend, the end. After tomorrow, it’s all downhill from there. I’m not trying to sound pessimistic, but I might as well let the reality of failure sink in so I can get on with the rest of my life, which consists of passing exams and oversized cupcakes.
I made a pact (to myself- which never really works, so the whole system is in shambles) to not skip a maths lecture again. It failed last Friday when I was meant to go, but I was too hungover to turn up to uni, and I use the term ‘hungover’ in a context absent of alcohol. I can’t think up of a more reasonable word, except for ‘lazy’ and ‘unable to get my night’s worth of sleep while sharing a single bed’. This is the third tutorial I’ve missed in a row. I don’t think this is going to be very healthy for me. Academically. Then again, some people get sick and die from academic related activities, like radioactive chemists. They’re not radioactive themselves, but they work with radioactive… things. Man, this is shameful. I’m doing a chemistry course this semester and I’m still unable to describe nouns. My sense of superstition will still override any scientific knowledge I have gained in the past year and a half. Such as the case of me blowdrying my hair in the kitchen and leaving the blowdryer on the bench where the fruits are. I try to face the nozzle away from the fruits incase they turn radioactive. Like, imagine eating an apple and then growing a penis on your forehead. Crazy bitch much. People shouldn’t let me near things.
This is a good way to start a new blog. I don’t know why I stopped using my old one. I think all the pinkness got to me, and the font was so tiny and I didn’t want to notch it up a typesize because it just looked funny.
In other news, I went out for dinner with Cass just then. T’was nice. Had a lovely catch up session followed by countless Goofy-laugh imitations. Man, that dog sure can laugh.
