My mind is numb

Oh my word.

This lecture is so stupifying on so many levels. I can't understand what he's saying, and, I believe that, even if I could, I still wouldn't understand it.

Uni in general has been quite underwhelming so far. Not as fun as it used to be. Maybe it's a result of the novelty wearing off, maybe it's the fact that I am overloaded (quite literally).

There have been some good bits, but it's kind of like the ratio between pork floss and bun in a pork floss bun from Breadtop, with the good bits being the pork floss. Yes. Now you have an accurate picture of what it's like. In your head at least. I can't really find a real accurate picture on the Internet.

I was actually reminiscing with James on Saturday about first year accounting, when we had classes together. And with everybody else. Everything seemed so good then. And it was.

Ah, I'm not even 21, and I'm reminiscing about old times.

I think this has been posted already. But it can never be posted enough.

Also, job interview tomorrow. Not feeling as syoopersonic as a week ago, but not feeling too bad either. A good place to be. Anyway, wish me luck!

Word of the Day: Breadtop

Better Dayzzz

Third Year Uni. Three-quarters of the way through the year. And I'm still looking for those better days.

Word of the Day: Ghetto

Omenzzzzzzzzzzz

A solid win from the Gunners last night hopefully heralds a good week to follow. This trend is usually followed, and let's hope it continues.

However, nobody knows better than I that trends can be broken (well, I'm sure there are people that know better than I. But this sounds better than saying "hardly anybody knows better than I"). But Arsenal win hopefully equals Andrew win. At least for this week.

In other news, I still haven't bought the other half of James' present yet. And I'm quite reticent to go out again to get it. Sighface. Let that be a lesson to you all. Think long and hard before you fail anything.

Word of the Day: Herald

Seven times three times a million

Hmm. That downing (it's like a combination between turning and down) point seems to be creeping up on me again. All the good stuff that's happened at the start of this week seems to be slowly evaporating. Like the last of the winter snow disappearing on the first day of spring sunshine. Except not in that kind of positive way. How apt that winter is ending soon.

Anyhow. My expected two interviews has now turned into a definite one. Which is a bit of a downer, as I thought that my 82% on the aptitude test was pretty good. Meng got 88, and he got a call, but I didn't. 82%. That means that, statistically, I am better than 82% of the people working in accounting and finance at analysing stuff and whatnot. And it still does not seem to be good enough. Still, I'm holding out hope that they'll give me a call on Monday.

Also, I have a lot of work due, I want to buy stuff but I've been forbidden from spending too much money, and I have a lot of twenty-firsts that I want to go to, but I can't because I'm a failure, so I'm going to have to pick a few. So here's the list:

1. James. Fo sho. It's been on my radar for a while, and he's in my top five friends. And I'm making a speech. Look out for it. (Also, the dinner should be really nice. Not that that influences my decision or anything).

2. Eugene's. Probably just going to go for an hour or so, due to my massive workload.

3. Rui's. This one, I actually want to go to (not that I don't want to go to the others), but it's quite a bit of money, and I have a vendetta against China Bar. But it's not so much those two reasons as me having a mountain of work to do.

4. Timothy's. Probably not. I don't really know him that well, and yeah. Work.

5. Ben Niles. Most likely, but still in the process of working out the logistics.

6. Linda's. Probably not. I'm fairly sure she doesn't want to talk to me anymore, and she's inviting me just to humour me. We haven't talked for about...I don't even know how long now. It's kind of sad. You know, you're getting along with someone, and, for some reason or another, it just dies.

And I think that's just about all of the one's on my list right now. I'm expecting at least about five more in the near future. I love how August/September/October always try and bankrupt me. Well, it won't work this time. I'm making money from different revenue streams. Except I still have to get a Father's Day present. And birthday presents for my parents. And presents for my imaginary girlfriend.

I seriously don't know how people with more friends than me (and I think that's just about everybody, especially with respect to Facebook friends) would cope in my situation. Probably just not go to any.

My birthday's awesome. It's during the holidays. See, that's how good a friend I am.

Word of the Day: Twenty-firsts

Syooopersonic

This video is so indescribably cool. It's just that. It's actually indescribable how cool it is.

Anyway, I am feeling quite close to supersonic. Yes, I know it won't last for very long, mostly owing to this backlog of work that I have, and something unforeseen will come and disrupt it. However, at this point in time, it's all pretty good.

I think it might just be Tuesdays. I always have a certain day that's really good every week. I think it's Tuesday this semester.

First lecture, it's a bludge. There's about 20 people there. So that's all good.

Next lecture, French culture. Hang with Irene and Zara (ha, I've stopped calling her Taylor Swift. Caught you by surprise, didn't I?). I usually walk to my next lecture with Irene after that, so we chat on the way.

In that lecture, I usually hang with the Kanji. Today, I hung with Eugene, who was making a guest appearance, and his girlfriend. That was also all good.

The tute after that is slightly meh. If I'm not being bombarded with the off-topic opinions of Left-Wing Dave, I'm stuck in a group where everybody's as clueless as me, and talk less than me. But yeah, it's manageable.

French culture tute after that tute. Again, hang with Zara and Irene. Then after that, I walk to my car with Zara.

Turns out she's actually quite conversational and funny. We ran into Kanji (not literally) and she asked me whether it was true that he was an alcoholic. I told her the story about how he and Rui thought they were dolphins after drinking one too many on the roadtrip. She laughed, showed me the dolphin ring she was wearing, and told me it was the funniest thing she'd heard all day. That made my day.

Also, my phone was going nuts yesterday. First, I get a call from Grant Thornton, which I missed because my phone was on vibrate. I called them back, left my number, and got them to call me back. About 15 minutes after that, I got a call telling me that my iPhone had finally come in. Later, at the worst possible time (while I'm applying my screen protector to my iPhone), GT calls me back to tell me to send my academic transcript to them again because it's too small. I'll be positive like Meng is, and pretend that it's because I'm in the interview pile that they want my transcript.

And, to cap it all off, Arsenal are on the verge of signing a defender. A completely un-Arsenal signing. He's tall, he's old-ish, and he's experienced. Cool name as well. Squillaci.

Mad fer it.

Word of the Day: Supersonic

A Huang parliament. Boom boom.

So, I decided to vote Liberal yesterday, and tried to ignore the fact that I was indirectly voting for Tony Abbot. I kept telling myself that I was voting for the party, not the leader.

And look what's happened. A hung parliament. And it's my first time voting as well. Should be exciting times ahead. Hope Labor loses.

In other news, Arsenal defeated the mighty, mighty free-scoring Blackpool 6-0. They, who scored four against Wigan away from home last week, could not resist the might of a half-strength Arsenal. Forza Arsenal!

Word of the Day: Vote

They call me Holmes. Sherlock Holmes.

It is as I suspected. I did quite well on my French essay. So well, in fact, that I matched the mark that I got for the one I did for homework, AND Irene's mark. It's more Irene's mark that makes me think that it wasn't too shabby. If I even get close to what she gets, I'll know I'm doing alright.

What is quite frustrating though is that there was this massive potential to do so much better. Something that could have led me to getting higher than her for only the third time in my life. First time was listening, second time was culture. All I needed to do was to agree the stupid adjectives with the stupid nouns. Stupid French.

Anyway, I'm not competing against her or anything. I think it's just fun, and a little bit motivating, to have a benchmark. Human being, especially human beings like me, thrive on competition. Adds a certain thrill to doing something.

Must have been a day for miracles, because something else that was amazing happened. Imesha and I were last night talking about whether we would ever go out with fobs. And, like a premonition, this really nice-looking, confident girl in my Accounting tute presented this morning. However, she had the most bizarre accent I've heard for a while. It was like a mix between five different accents. No joke.

Also, that Jess girl in Cost Info. I hate it when people seem like they want to talk to you, but don't. Like, they keep looking at you, but they never talk, even when you try to. Go figure.

I have also spent the last week shouting at various people from Optus, both verbally and written-ly. I don't like the way they're being really dodgy about things. And I actually need a phone. Worst company ever. Or close to it.

Word of the Day: Miracles

Oh no! The milk has been spilt!!!

There are a few types of exams/tests.

There are those where you sit down, give it a flick through, and go: "Yep, it's just as hard as I expected. And I'm screwed because I haven't studied for it." Accounting last semester was like that. Thankfully, it doesn't happen very often.

Then there are those, where you sit down, give it a flick through, and go ""What the hell. Why have I never seen any of this before?". Thankfully, again, I have never come across one of these.

Alternatively, there are those where you go: "Wow. They made it sound a lot harder than it actually is," and you subsequently ace it. Stats exam would be a good example of this.

Even better than this, there are those which you know are going to be easy, and they turn out being easy, and then you ace them even harder.

Then there are those which you know are hard, but you don't find them all that difficult, because for whatever reason (studied hard, latent natural ability), you're good at that subject, and you subsequently ace it.

French test on Friday was a little bit like that. Well, not the oral bit. I don't think I'll ever be good at those under pressure unless I live in France for a few weeks or something. But the essay I found surprisingly good. Like, it probably won't be as good as Irene's, or even as good as I think it is, because I don't know how they're marking it, and I'm not that great, but I don't think it was a fail. This is probably mostly owing to the fact that learning languages is a cumulative process, and that it's all linked together, so you can't really do all that badly if your basics are alright. Which, I like to think, is kind of like me. I lament that I didn't start doing French in first year. I really do. It would've been awesome. Well, I would never have met Irene. And Taylor Swift. But ignoring that, it would've been a masterstroke.

I think "spilt milk" and "crying" would be appropriate words to use right about now. Not necessarily in that order. And perhaps a few other words thrown in would be useful too.

Word of the Day: Latent

On the improve

Hard to believe, but this day was even better than yesterday.

It was particularly hard to believe this morning. The rain was pouring down, and I'd had a good day yesterday.

However, it turned out to be fully maddogz.

So the first lecture was boring enough. During French culture, talked to Monique a bit. Next lecture, sat next to my homedawg, Kanji, who I haven't seen in quite some time. Boring lecture, but at least Kanji was there. Then, during my European studies tute, I won an EU keyring for what effectively amounted to being awesome.

See, my other group members were harping on about something crazy that I had no idea about, so I just assumed that they were operating on a higher plane than me. So they'd all thought they'd found the thing which the tutor was after, and I just kept it quietly to myself, because I thought I was wrong. Turns out I was right, and I won my first something for a very long time. Yes, it's a silly little keyring, but I like silly little things. Also, one of my group members asked my name while I was leaving, which made me feel pretty close to spectacular. That hasn't happened to me in a long, long, long time.

If that all seems a bit confusing, it's because it is.

Then, in French culture (again), I managed to talk properly to Taylor Swift. Finally. Much less awkward than I had anticipated, owing to the fact that she wanted to talk to me, and that she was quite a nice person. Oh, and Irene of course. I like to think it was mostly me. Jaykay. It probably wasn't.

Or was it?!

And just to top it all off, the sun came out at the end of it. And my iPod played only happy songs on the way home.

Word of the Day: Improve

Many happy meetings.

Ok, feeling much better today. Much of what was troubling me has been resolved, or, in most cases, at least partially.

Last night, I had a chat with Linda over MSN, which I haven't done properly for a while.

This morning, had a fairly good hangout session with Irene, just shooting the breeze, which I haven't done for a long while.

Sunshine. I have not felt the comforting blanket of warmth it seems to produce since what seems like forever. If tomorrow is anything like today (weather-wise), I might just go to uni in a shirt.

And maybe some pants. Just maybe.

More specifically, jeans.

Amazing how most of my life revolves around shooting the breeze. Yet I'm not really one to make ridiculously long phonecalls, except to a few people. And that makes it all the more amazing that these breeze-shooting sessions make me very happy and content.

I was in such a good mood, I even managed to beast the International Studies presentation that our group was supposed to give with minimum fuss. Seriously. I'm so proud of how I did. I embellished it, made it funny, and improvised. All while I was reading off notes with incomplete sentences and points that didn't make sense. And I managed to make it sound like I knew what I was talking about. Amazing.

And on that note, I'd like to make a remark upon my group members. Three girls, three people doing Arts/Law, three Macbooks. Looks like my theory about the positive correlation between the amount of law students in the room and the amount of Macbooks in the room is holding true so far.

The sad thing is, the presentation/debate wasn't marked. And there aren't even any participation marks to be gained out of it.

A good day. Just in the nick of time too.

Word of the Day: Meetings

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I'm so mentally exhausted. All this stuff going on in my life. It's really, really draining.

Overloading. Lack of summer vacation employment. Loneliness. Each of these things, by themselves, wouldn't be too much of a problem. But when they all come together, it just makes life a tad difficult at times.

I don't really tell many people these things, because they'll most likely just tell me to harden up. Which is fair enough. The people that I do tell understand, most probably because they've been there.

It's not because I'm after sympathy. Sometimes you just want to talk to somebody, kind of siphon things from your mind so you don't worry about them as much. When you share a worry with someone, it seems not to weigh upon you as much.

I'm very grateful that I have people that I can talk to. It's just that, at moments like these, I just want somebody that I can talk to for hours about nothing. It's very therapeutic. As such, this person hasn't eventuated. Maybe she will one day. Who knows.

In other news, my iPhone still hasn't come in. There's a whole saga involved there, but I can't be stuffed going into it right now. Maybe sometime in the future.

P.S. Apologies if this thing doesn't make much sense. I'm kind of not very happy and a little bit stressed.

Word of the Day: Argh

iShutthehellupandroidfanbois

One of the most bizarre things that I've noticed over the past few weeks is to what extent people care about what people do with their lives.

Take the people that keep knocking the iPhone on the forums. The way they keep banging on about it, you'd think they were being paid to trash the iPhone.

It's so far beyond irrational, it's not even funny.

Spending your time declaring your love for something, I understand. But spending so much time trashing something, which has no discernible impact on you is just mind-boggling. Why do people care if somebody is using an iPhone? I mean, grow up. It's a phone. It's not like it's a massively destructive weapon doohicky. And, more importantly, it's not stopping you from picking whichever phone you like.

Moving on. Maybe Android is more customisable, whatever that is. Or open, whatever that means.

And that's the thing. I don't even know what that means. And I don't think most people care. It's just a phone. All I know about the iPhone is that it looks good, works very well, is reasonably priced, and I'll be getting a new phone in 2 years. So really, it's not that big a deal.

Now to uni/life stuff. Pretty boring stuff. Signed a phone contract. Got into a few more awkward situations. Finding out that I'm a lot poorer than I thought I was. So on and so forth. Whatever.

Word of the Day: iPhone