So, first day back at uni today. Hopefully this will be my last first day of the semester back at uni.
I'd just like to remark that I'm knackered. The last week of holidays was not restful in the slightest, for one reason or another. There's also a lot of stuff going on right now that's making me anxious again. A lot of seemingly little, solvable, petty things that, when combined together, just seem like one big indistinguishable lump of mess.
Apparently I'm already behind in Auditing. Because we were supposed to miraculously know that we had stuff to read before the first lecture.
Applying for jobs is a bit of a pain. Actually, not a bit. A lot. It's just so draining, in more ways than one. But not in that way.
Those are two of the problems, one of which just cropped up today.
Anyway, ending on a happy note, I'm not really that sad.
There's your happy note.
Word of the Day: Petty
Monday, 25 July 2011
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Mish-mashimuss maximus
Random thought just occurred.
You know your timetable for uni's good when you try to change classes around, but you find that there's really nothing that needs changing. Oh, and when you have two days off. And no early starts. Or late finishes. Ka-ching, and all that.
So yeah. What's new, I hear you ask.
Not much. Applying for jobs all over again, etc. Just came back from Rye, where I found out that I'd passed everything with (relative) flying colours. Relative to what I'd expected. That is, more than one fail.
Much of the good feeling from that, and the roadtrip, has since evaporated, leaving me with little else but this black, empty void of job applications and firewood moving.
Oh, and Hayley called me up for dinner with Meng and Ling. That was also good stuff.
Harry Potter was good too. Sort of. I'll talk about that another time maybe.
But yeah, it's all been pretty dreary. I've even run out of candles.
I think I'm just quite irritated at the fact that I've spent most of my holidays looking for something to do, and all of a sudden I'm running out of time to do things. Not things like, "Oh, let's go build a sandcastle on a beach in the rain because I'm that bored," actual things that need doing.
Back to Rye (metaphorically, anyway). Yeah, good stuff. As we reflected a while ago, it'd be one of the greatest things ever if we could all still be doing this when we're 30. Makes me kind of sad thinking about it, but there you go. Now you can think about it as well.
Oh, and maybe we'll pick somewhere else next time. Just to freshen things up a little.
Finally, I think I'm going to start a music blog soon*. It'll be a music blog with a bit of a twist though. Stay tuned if you like what you're reading here. Or even if you don't like what you're reading here, and just like music. Or even if you don't like music, or don't like what you're reading here (in which case, I would question why you're here at all. Maybe you just want something to read, but all your books mysteriously Disapparated).
You know your timetable for uni's good when you try to change classes around, but you find that there's really nothing that needs changing. Oh, and when you have two days off. And no early starts. Or late finishes. Ka-ching, and all that.
So yeah. What's new, I hear you ask.
Not much. Applying for jobs all over again, etc. Just came back from Rye, where I found out that I'd passed everything with (relative) flying colours. Relative to what I'd expected. That is, more than one fail.
Much of the good feeling from that, and the roadtrip, has since evaporated, leaving me with little else but this black, empty void of job applications and firewood moving.
Oh, and Hayley called me up for dinner with Meng and Ling. That was also good stuff.
Harry Potter was good too. Sort of. I'll talk about that another time maybe.
But yeah, it's all been pretty dreary. I've even run out of candles.
I think I'm just quite irritated at the fact that I've spent most of my holidays looking for something to do, and all of a sudden I'm running out of time to do things. Not things like, "Oh, let's go build a sandcastle on a beach in the rain because I'm that bored," actual things that need doing.
Back to Rye (metaphorically, anyway). Yeah, good stuff. As we reflected a while ago, it'd be one of the greatest things ever if we could all still be doing this when we're 30. Makes me kind of sad thinking about it, but there you go. Now you can think about it as well.
Oh, and maybe we'll pick somewhere else next time. Just to freshen things up a little.
Finally, I think I'm going to start a music blog soon*. It'll be a music blog with a bit of a twist though. Stay tuned if you like what you're reading here. Or even if you don't like what you're reading here, and just like music. Or even if you don't like music, or don't like what you're reading here (in which case, I would question why you're here at all. Maybe you just want something to read, but all your books mysteriously Disapparated).
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Hmm
For some reason, I'm feeling a bit unsettled again.
Not unsettled as in I want to randomly uproot myself and relocate somewhere, just more not very happy with many things.
I don't know what it is exactly. I think it's a combination of things. All of which are too trivial to mention separately, but each of which kind of make me a little bit upset/melancholy/unhappy/blue, and all add up to one little pile of bleurgh. Friends, family, girls (or lack thereof), uni (even though it's not uni season), etc. Same old, same old. And yet, isn't it funny how it's always the same old problems that bug us? Or, at least it is with me.
There have, of course, been bright spots. It's just when I'm not within one of these bright spots, I sort of feel a bit blueish. Kind of like a pale blue. Or a bluey purple.
I also just realised that a month and a bit of holidays is not really all that much. It just sort of goes. Like a Ferrari. Or a G6.
Word of the Day: Melancholy
Not unsettled as in I want to randomly uproot myself and relocate somewhere, just more not very happy with many things.
I don't know what it is exactly. I think it's a combination of things. All of which are too trivial to mention separately, but each of which kind of make me a little bit upset/melancholy/unhappy/blue, and all add up to one little pile of bleurgh. Friends, family, girls (or lack thereof), uni (even though it's not uni season), etc. Same old, same old. And yet, isn't it funny how it's always the same old problems that bug us? Or, at least it is with me.
There have, of course, been bright spots. It's just when I'm not within one of these bright spots, I sort of feel a bit blueish. Kind of like a pale blue. Or a bluey purple.
I also just realised that a month and a bit of holidays is not really all that much. It just sort of goes. Like a Ferrari. Or a G6.
Word of the Day: Melancholy
Sunday, 26 June 2011
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
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
Monday, 20 June 2011
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
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
Friday, 3 June 2011
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
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
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Boring, boring City
Football - cup football in particular - is truly amazing.
Not just in the sporting sense either. I'll explain what I mean.
Last night, at the conclusion of the FA Cup final, fans from both the winning and losing side were crying. One side was crying because they hadn't won anything for around half a century, and they'd finally done it. The other side were probably crying because they haven't won anything for a similar amount of time, and this will probably be their best chance of doing so in the next half a century.
What was amazing was that people actually care so much about these teams that they shed tears for them. They have no financial stake in the clubs, presumably don't put money on them winning, don't have any sort of tangible vested interest in them. And yet, they cry. Spectacular, what football can do.
Even the guy who is is king of not caring about anything, Liam Gallagher, was jumping up and down last night because his team won.
I supposed it's only cup football that induces these kinds of emotions as well. Or at least, with this kind of force.
Anyway, season's over again for the Arsenal, and it's yet another one without a trophy. Wouldn't have minded a Carling Cup, or something, anything, just so people can stop talking about how Arsenal haven't won a trophy for X number of years. Like their team have won loads in the last year or something.
Back to work!
Word of the day: Induces
Not just in the sporting sense either. I'll explain what I mean.
Last night, at the conclusion of the FA Cup final, fans from both the winning and losing side were crying. One side was crying because they hadn't won anything for around half a century, and they'd finally done it. The other side were probably crying because they haven't won anything for a similar amount of time, and this will probably be their best chance of doing so in the next half a century.
What was amazing was that people actually care so much about these teams that they shed tears for them. They have no financial stake in the clubs, presumably don't put money on them winning, don't have any sort of tangible vested interest in them. And yet, they cry. Spectacular, what football can do.
Even the guy who is is king of not caring about anything, Liam Gallagher, was jumping up and down last night because his team won.
I supposed it's only cup football that induces these kinds of emotions as well. Or at least, with this kind of force.
Anyway, season's over again for the Arsenal, and it's yet another one without a trophy. Wouldn't have minded a Carling Cup, or something, anything, just so people can stop talking about how Arsenal haven't won a trophy for X number of years. Like their team have won loads in the last year or something.
Back to work!
Word of the day: Induces
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