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