I might have mentioned this before, but I hate how sometimes I think something's really important, or it is to me anyway, but other people don't seem to care about it as much, if at all. I also hate how a lot of times I'm hurt by the actions and behaviour of people, but they apparently don't seem to notice, or care.
I'm finding it really hard to read people. Mixed signals and all that. You know, sometimes they act one way, then they act another way. The first time you think they mean this, then the next time you think they mean the exact opposite. If that's very confusing, I guess it's fitting, because I'm very confused at the moment.
And this is why this blog is now off Facebook. Although I'm in two minds about it. Sometimes I write uplifting, and apparently funny (so I've been told by other people) posts, and they're happy, and I want to share my happiness with the world. But times like this, when it's all mopey and introspective, I want to kind of keep it to the select few people that care enough to be visiting this blog. So for the foreseeable future, it's going to be right here.
Here's to a less clouded future.
Word of the Day: Confused
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Lie down here and be my girl
Yes, I'm currently listening to a song on the radio called 'Lie down here and be my girl.'
Why, you may ask.
That is a good question. And I would answer you, except I've been sworn to secrecy. So I can't tell you. Sorry. But that's life.
Come to think of it, I have no idea why I've been sworn to secrecy. But that's life too. One can't understand everything.
Like, for example, why the hell jury duty has been cancelled.
They told me that they postponed it yesterday, then today they tell me it's cancelled altogether. Great organisational skills, whoever's in charge of these things.
Word of the Day: Radio
Why, you may ask.
That is a good question. And I would answer you, except I've been sworn to secrecy. So I can't tell you. Sorry. But that's life.
Come to think of it, I have no idea why I've been sworn to secrecy. But that's life too. One can't understand everything.
Like, for example, why the hell jury duty has been cancelled.
They told me that they postponed it yesterday, then today they tell me it's cancelled altogether. Great organisational skills, whoever's in charge of these things.
Word of the Day: Radio
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Emo rant #5,098,412.33
Sometimes I get the feeling I'm not very important in peoples' lives.
It's not a cry for sympathy, it's just a fact.
See, I contemplated disappearing for about a month a while back. I don't think many people would notice that I'm gone. Or even if they did, it wouldn't be much more than a "Oh. Haven't seen Andrew around in a while."
Okay, maybe during uni, people would notice more. But during holidays, nah. Doubt it very much. Except my family, perhaps.
It's just an observation. Maybe it's the way I am. You know, I don't really insert myself into the minds of people. Very forgettable, in other words. I hope people prove me wrong.
On a less emo note, this week should be good. Arsenal beat Liverpool. It's usually a good week in prospect when Arsenal beat a difficult team, and Liverpool, at a time like this, should result in a spectacular week. Optimism/superstition, please don't let me down.
Word of the Day: Missed
It's not a cry for sympathy, it's just a fact.
See, I contemplated disappearing for about a month a while back. I don't think many people would notice that I'm gone. Or even if they did, it wouldn't be much more than a "Oh. Haven't seen Andrew around in a while."
Okay, maybe during uni, people would notice more. But during holidays, nah. Doubt it very much. Except my family, perhaps.
It's just an observation. Maybe it's the way I am. You know, I don't really insert myself into the minds of people. Very forgettable, in other words. I hope people prove me wrong.
On a less emo note, this week should be good. Arsenal beat Liverpool. It's usually a good week in prospect when Arsenal beat a difficult team, and Liverpool, at a time like this, should result in a spectacular week. Optimism/superstition, please don't let me down.
Word of the Day: Missed
Blub
Blub. What an interesting sound to make.
I'll do it again.
Blub.
So, as you can probably tell, I'm fairly bored. I just wrote a letter to the Herald Sun, detailing why I think the AFL should just be a little bit flexible and give the biggest sporting event on Earth some space to weave it's magic.
I've also been making things for people, but people aren't co-operating with me, which makes it hard. It shall be done though.
I have also obtained a bag, so I don't need one for Christmas anymore. Now I'm really stuck. Maybe I'll just be a good chap and not ask for anything.
Oh, and I have jury duty tomorrow. I thought it'd be fun, but now it just seems like an inconvenience. Oh well. Hopefully it won't be as boring as sitting around at home, getting all arty and writing angry letters to dodgy newspapers.
Word of the Day: Jury
I'll do it again.
Blub.
So, as you can probably tell, I'm fairly bored. I just wrote a letter to the Herald Sun, detailing why I think the AFL should just be a little bit flexible and give the biggest sporting event on Earth some space to weave it's magic.
I've also been making things for people, but people aren't co-operating with me, which makes it hard. It shall be done though.
I have also obtained a bag, so I don't need one for Christmas anymore. Now I'm really stuck. Maybe I'll just be a good chap and not ask for anything.
Oh, and I have jury duty tomorrow. I thought it'd be fun, but now it just seems like an inconvenience. Oh well. Hopefully it won't be as boring as sitting around at home, getting all arty and writing angry letters to dodgy newspapers.
Word of the Day: Jury
Saturday, 5 December 2009
I'm so fly, I get jetlag
A lyric from a forthcoming Usher song. Apparently it means "I'm really cool." But "I'm so fly" is so much more eloquent and beautiful in it's pristine awesomeness.
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Instead of punching a wall
Instead of punching a wall, I'll blog to siphon off my misery.
I would actually punch a wall, except I'd a) wake my family up, and b)have to repair it afterwards, assuming I'm strong enough to break it.
I did reasonably well in everything except the subject that mattered: accounting. I don't know why it hates me so much. I thought I did alright in the exam, but apparently not. Might have been that, in conjunction with the group assignment.
The stupid thing was, the results were sent to my mobile while I was watching 2012 tonight, which added to my stress levels. I hate watching films like that. I'm actually scared of massive, cataclysmic disasters. Just not this particular one, because of various reasons. It also completely screwed up what would have otherwise been one of the best days that I've had this year, or at least in a while.
I'm going to console myself in two ways.
1. I'm definitely working harder next semester. That's my problem. I don't apply myself properly. It's alright with nuff-nuff subjects like management, it just doesn't quite cut it with real subjects like accounting.
2. I've gotten bad marks before and bounced back.
Now I just kind of need to find a way of explaining to my parents without getting destroyed.
I'm not only disappointing them, I've disappointed myself. I expect a lot better of myself, because I know that I have it in me to do it.
I may just partake in some wall-punching tomorrow, provided I get bored and frustrated enough.
Word of the Day: Wall
I would actually punch a wall, except I'd a) wake my family up, and b)have to repair it afterwards, assuming I'm strong enough to break it.
I did reasonably well in everything except the subject that mattered: accounting. I don't know why it hates me so much. I thought I did alright in the exam, but apparently not. Might have been that, in conjunction with the group assignment.
The stupid thing was, the results were sent to my mobile while I was watching 2012 tonight, which added to my stress levels. I hate watching films like that. I'm actually scared of massive, cataclysmic disasters. Just not this particular one, because of various reasons. It also completely screwed up what would have otherwise been one of the best days that I've had this year, or at least in a while.
I'm going to console myself in two ways.
1. I'm definitely working harder next semester. That's my problem. I don't apply myself properly. It's alright with nuff-nuff subjects like management, it just doesn't quite cut it with real subjects like accounting.
2. I've gotten bad marks before and bounced back.
Now I just kind of need to find a way of explaining to my parents without getting destroyed.
I'm not only disappointing them, I've disappointed myself. I expect a lot better of myself, because I know that I have it in me to do it.
I may just partake in some wall-punching tomorrow, provided I get bored and frustrated enough.
Word of the Day: Wall
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Ire Land
I wish Ireland would just get over it.
Asking for a replay of the match was sort of fair, in the sense that they were knocked out because of a referee mistake.
But asking to go to the World Cup as a 33rd team is just ludicrous. There was absolutely no guarantee that they would've gone through anyway. It's not like the spot was stolen away from them. It was a draw at the time. Either team could have gone on to win it, if not for the handball.
I'll put it another, more general way.
Every team that gets knocked out could potentially go, "Oh, they committed an infringement in the process of scoring a goal, so could you please add me in, even though I wasn't going through in the first place?"
Yeah, Sepp Blatter is incompetent and has no sense of how to handle things, but Ireland shouldn't have asked to be included in the first place.
Word of the Day: Ireland
Asking for a replay of the match was sort of fair, in the sense that they were knocked out because of a referee mistake.
But asking to go to the World Cup as a 33rd team is just ludicrous. There was absolutely no guarantee that they would've gone through anyway. It's not like the spot was stolen away from them. It was a draw at the time. Either team could have gone on to win it, if not for the handball.
I'll put it another, more general way.
Every team that gets knocked out could potentially go, "Oh, they committed an infringement in the process of scoring a goal, so could you please add me in, even though I wasn't going through in the first place?"
Yeah, Sepp Blatter is incompetent and has no sense of how to handle things, but Ireland shouldn't have asked to be included in the first place.
Word of the Day: Ireland
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