Misfortunate.

A litany of misfortune yesterday (which I actually found quite funny):

1. My FIN test decided to call it halfway through yesterday. This unfortunate incident actually carried over to today, as I had to call the CA people and start doing it from where it left off.

2. My lunch came out last out of five people.

3. It was also very small.

4. It also didn't really taste that good.

5. I missed golf because nobody picked up their phone.

6. I paid $9 for parking, when Safeway had it for free.

7. There was no football on. Not sure if that's a Sunday thing or a Saturday thing. Whatever. Point being, it wasn't on.

On a happier note, most of that trail of destruction was counterbalanced by being in good company for the better part of the day, and, in the case of point 1, having awesome people help me through it.

Yep. Cool.

Word of the Day: Litany

The proverbial rollercoaster

I'm constantly fluctuating between nonchalance and extreme worry. Definitely not beneficial for my emotional wellbeing.

Right now, I'm a bit nonchalant about everything.

Got a test this afternoon? Whatever.

Still unemployed for next year? Whatever.

Raining outside? Bit of a worry, but mostly whatever.

This is in contrast to last night, when I was just full-on beating myself up about how much I sucked at life.

And now I'm in this tute, where two groups present on exactly the same question. I don't understand the logic of it, but who am I to question the powers above?

Word of the Day: Nonchalant

Overly-hyped French test number 2

Wooo. I'm on that semi-high you get when you finish a test, and it's a lot easier than you expected it to be.

That's right, French test again. What a doozy. The oral actually went quite well, I thought. It flowed, had structure, used a bit of complex grammar, and was relevant to the topic.

The test was full of grammar exercises. Grammar which I'd been cramming at 1 o'clock this morning. For some reason, I find French quite crammable, despite the fact that it really shouldn't be.

All in all, I think I may have passed. Which is a fairly good result at this stage.

And with that, I leave you with this awesome new song.

Actually, a few comments about the song before I go. It reminds me of 'You Belong With Me'. Oddly, and heart-wrenchingly, sad. For some reason, it kind of sounds like a song of yearning, instead of song of love. Odd. It might just be me. Let me know if you feel like it sounds a bit yearningful too, so that I know I'm not that odd.

Her voice has also gotten a lot more powerful. It's developing into something quite amazing. Much like...yeah. I don't know. Good song though. Enjoy.

Word of the Day: Grammar

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

Bleugh

You'd think that the test today would be the end of it, wouldn't you?

No siree! Work never ends in the life of Andrew!

French listening test on Wednesday, and French oral on Friday.

French overload?

Very much so, considering that I've barely looked at French during the semester.

I think 'screwed' pretty much sums up this week, and probably this semester.

Oh, and to cap it all off, I'm kinda half sick, and for some inexplicable reason, people are hating on me again. No idea what I'm supposed to have done wrong. But hey. What's new?

Now to drown my sorrows in a cold cup of...water. Ah, the hard stuff always works the best.

Word of the Day: Screwed

Witnessing failure

Last night, I was a witness for the witness examination thing. I was partnered with the great James Cheng. Or, he was partnered with me, depending on your perspective and your view of who is more important.

We lost. Hence the title.

Oh my, I am a pun machine. Pun after pun after pun.

At least he wasn't late this time. That would've been a debacle.

Anyway, back to last night. I thought I pulled off my part pretty well. I reckon I was a pretty convincing French teacher/non-stalker. Even though James was supposed to...um...protect me, there were a few moments when I felt an urge to defend myself. Damn stupid personality flaws.

But well done to Sammmy and Amy, henceforth known as the Dynamic Duo, for making it into the next round.

I thought we beat the other guy. But it's done on some dodgy point system. And our judge was like "I'm marking you guys more harshly than usual. And I don't know why."

I would also like to ponder about why all my assignments and tests seem to be due at the same time. Every single time. It makes an otherwise great semester a bit of a drag. Well, management does that too. But mainly everything due at the same time.

Word of the Day: Witness

Barca the passer

My theory is right. Good things happen on Thursdays.

That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.

It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.

Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.

Onward to the glory and honour of exams!

Word of the day: Barcelona