Overstanding

Sometimes (often at the most inappropriate times), I understand things so well, that I could be said to be overstanding them.

For example, I now understand why people get so peeved when their boyfriend (or girlfriend, depending on what floats your boat, etc) doesn't call them at a predetermined time.

It's just dumb. It's like, if you call them, then it's like you're being annoying. But if you don't, then they're unlikely to ever call you. Or anything similar. Ever.

This isn't about a girlfriend (or boyfriend, for that matter). It's just a friend. I just don't know what I have to do for her to remember my existence. It's a bit weird. The only way to describe it is phase-y. Like, we'll be all cool for a while, then for the next while, it's like I'm invisible man. Or something even worse. Like Poisonous Man. Or something.

Anyway, I was going to talk about that Jessie J song, but it seems to pale into a bit of insignificance right about now. I guess we'll leave it for next time. Or the time after. Or whenever.

To finish on a bright note (which I like doing), it hasn't been all doom and gloom. Seems like I have friends (or miscellaneous activities) to occupy me most days.

For example, Banh's epic cookfest night thing that happened at some point in the last few days. Good stuff.

Or the impromptu hours-long supper at Max Brenner and some other random trendy cafe in Glen Waverley with James Cheng, Meng, Hayley and Lily. That was awesome. Massive talkfest about everything and anything, and a lot of nothing as well.

And a roadtrip to look forward to soonish. And Harry Potter movie and all. Would be an excellent holiday, if not for the fact that a) I'm quite worried about failing one or more units, and b) I don't have employment secured for next year, and people around me are talking about how awesome their jobs are/how awesome they want their jobs to be. But que sera, sera, and all that. I'll just give it my best shot, and if it's not enough, I guess I'll just have to give it my best shot again. I just hate letting my parents down, that's all.

But ending on a bright note, and all, good stuff to look forward to this holiday season.

Word of the Day: Phase

Bads

You know, as in bad ads? Bads? Forget it.

I love unintentionally funny ads.

Actually, I just love listening to the radio.

This ad comes on just now for Vista Eye Clinic. The best reason they can cite for getting laser eye surgery?

They have this girl going "I hate waking up in the morning, and the first thing I have to do before anything else is grab my glasses before I see anything."

Seriously? That's the most persuasive reason you can think of to make me laser my eyes?

Just for the record, I'm not persuaded.

Also, that price tag song just came on. All I can say for now is, shut up. More about that later.

Word of the Day: Bads

Worst

Just before, I was discussing with my sister Sarah, about why nobody in the exam timetabling department (if that even exists) can give me a break.

I mean, come on. 13th 14th 15th.

Yes, I have known my timetable for a while now. I only just realised how bad it it.

Yeah, it could be worse. Like that time I had three exams in the first two days of the exam period. AND there was a bonus clash thrown in.

Or that other time I had a clash.

Which is my point exactly. It seems to happen frequently to me. I haven't even spoken to anyone who's had a clash before. And it's happened to me twice.

Every time I go, Oh, I had a clash, or something like that, they'll be like, "...What? What is that word? Let me look that up...Oh. So, like, what happens with these, um, clashes?"

I have three exams in a row. All on mornings. Yes, I know, it could be worse. Like the second one being in the afternoon. But still. Couldn't they have at least given me the morning of the last exam to prep?

Or, God forbid, give me one whole day off between ANY of those exams.

No, that would be asking for too much. They've already given me a week extra by not making me start on the first day, so I guess it would be too much to ask for more grace.

What makes it worse is when I happen to tell people. Seeing/hearing their reactions makes it worse.

I am seriously angry though. I don't know at who or what, but I'm pretty bitter about the whole thing. I mean, as if they don't know that they're courting disaster by grouping so many Commerce exams together.

Oh well. That's life. Guess I'll just have to deal with it and not break down too frequently.

Word of the Day: Grace