Knacked.

I don't think I've ever been so glad to reach the end of a working week.

I don't even know why. I've definitely had tougher workloads, more difficult problems to solve, worser people to deal with.

 Suffice to say that the euphoria of last Friday has definitely, definitely worn off.

Word of the Day: Suffice

Almost floating.

After passing FIN, I feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders. There's no nagging feeling of anxiety in the back of my mind, no planning of doomsday hypotheticals, less random nights of sleeplessness, reduced bouts of random melancholy, and confidence slightly boosted. 

Yes, it was that serious. I was almost certain I failed. Always seems stupid once you've passed. 

To celebrate, I chanced upon a bar called 1806 - recommended by Liz. Evelyn was nice enough to join me for a celebratory drink. Highly recommend the 'Blue Blazer' cocktail. It looked freaking amazing. Just this blue comet falling out of the sky, trailing a blaze of fire behind it. Alien in its beauty, slightly terrifying to behold, and majestic in its countenance. 

No, I don't know what it tastes like. I'm sure it's good though. According to the bartender, it tastes 'nice'. 

Case closed. 

Afterwards, the grads and I attended my birthday dinner thing. Good times. 

And now I'm back into studying for Tax. 

Sighface. 

Word of the Day: Countenance 

Relief

Phew. So relieved on my near calamitous stupidity. We actually got an e-mail telling us that the essay that was supposed to be due tomorrow is now due Monday. Completely missed it because it was titled 'further advice.' Me, being the arrogant jerk I am, didn't read it. Who needs further advice? My arrogance/pride/idiocy will be the death of me.

In other news, today I was working on the aforementioned essay. Whilst taking one of my numerous breaks from working, I could not help but chance upon (read: actively looking for) random things and now I have a lot to gripe about.

First up, I was reading a news article about exploding iPhones. This guy was commenting on the article, being all freaking sarcastic and witty saying "Wow, 2 iPhones exploded out of 5 million. I'm not to worried about my iPhone exploding." What a jerk. Self-interested, self-centred jerk. So I replied to his comment. I rarely do this, as I see it as a waste of my time, and there's usually no need to weigh into an argument that has been thoroughly canvassed before. It went something along the lines of this:

I think you've missed the point there Matt (I think that was his name). It doesn't matter whether 1 in 10 blow up, or 1 in a billion blow up, that one person is still a human being who has been affected by this. Even if you're selfish and self-serving, which, I gather, you are, think about this: that next 1 in a million person could be you. These types of faults shouldn't even be occurring in electronics. I don't why you're even debating the significance of these faults, when clearly they can be remedied in the production process to improve the safety of the people using them.

That put one idiot in his place.

Next, I was casually browsing YouTube (read: spent an hour there). I started viewing some MJ clips. I'm getting sick of people saying "I miss you Michael," but what's worse is the people that are going "Oh, now you're saying he's great. Before he died, nobody said that." What the hell were his fans saying then? Far out. Some people just enjoy their blanket statements and acting all holier-than-thou without any substantial evidence to back up their arguments. Or any evidence at all. But then, I look at the spelling on YouTube, and I'm not surprised. I'll finish with this sentence:

"omg i think mj was some wear in the stadium."

Word of the Day: Jerk