Oh sweet holiday

So I've been on holiday offish (officially) for a week now, yay- go me!  Unfortunately achievements have been minimal to nil.  I did manage to get myself a part-time job for next semester which will greatly aid my monetary fund... however I am yet to have done much more than that.

I'm actually supposed to be planning my end of year trip to Cambodia, where I'm going to do some volunteering and actually contribute to the world in a meaningful way (i.e. I've basically been sucking the world for all that it's good for thus far).  I've been too scared to actually do anything though, as me madre (mother) has expressed some concern about me travelling alone.  Now, understandably I often prove myself to be a bit lacking in the common sense department, can be slightly clumsy at times and may appear bereft of any intelligence on the odd occasion - but the woman is convinced I'm about to Schapelle Corby myself and end up in a South East Asian jail for the remainder of my life. 

I'm thinking I'm going to take a leaf out of Julia Gillard's book and go for the sneaky take-over manoeuvre, get Dad cornered while he's alone and then strike Mum down without warning.  To involve her in any of my travelling plans could be catastrophic, I'll end up somewhere godforsaken like Twizel... ugh, the thought is making my skin crawl.  Unfortunately, the involvement of the parentals is necessary given that my current funds will not allow these travels to occur alone- never fear, I am going to be paying them back!  I am not a disgusting bloodsucker who plans on never leaving the safety (questionable) of my home!

This weather, also, is sh*t.  God needs to take his Prozac, this psychotic season switching is causing me, my hair and my wardrobe tremendous difficulty!!!

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Houston we have a problem

They say the first step in solving a problem is admitting you have one.  However, I'm starting to think that this a gross mistruth fed to addicts in order to convince them to go into rehab.  I have a problem (yes just one....) and I'm pretty well aware of my problem, in fact I share my problem with a friend... she also knows she has the same problem, and yet neither of us seems remotely concerned with the problem, despite its increasing hold on our lives.

Basically we've become stalkers.  Not in a John Hinckley I'm-going-to-shoot-a-president-for-you kind of a way... more in a we-stalk-your-blog-and-potentially-have-regular-conversations-about-your-daily-movements kind of way.  Is this OK?  Are you scared?  (you shouldn't be... I'm harmless, really, I am)

In fact, via another website, not the aforementioned blog, we discovered the object of our interest is bound for the shores of a distant land.  Despite our best efforts (we'd give the Cheka a run for their money) we are yet to discover where this kid is heading... one can only hope he keeps his blog going so we can jointly commiserate in his absence from our lives. University will cease to be the same...

On another note, I have one exam left (go me!) and it is my last dreaded engineering paper ever.  Circa this time tomorrow here's hoping I will be making friends with the inner city drains as I roll myself home, incapable of walking whilst belting out a thoroughly gurgled version of Bennie and the Jets... B-b-b-b Bennie and the Jets

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Wow. Ok. I guess I'll just be leaving...

So I've commented on this before in my 'not so much' section but seriously, seriously, seriously have issues with these people who think they are too cool. 

I don't quite know if you're retarded. awkward or just plain rude but this ho-hum "I'll only say hi to you sometimes" attitude needs to GET.

I struggle to believe that people above the age of 16 actually care about how 'cool' they are or how 'cool' the people around them are... and no 'shyness' being hung-over or feeling a bit under the weather are not excuses.  It all begins with the lack of a 'hello' (yeah, because saying hello is tres too hard) then escalates to the "I'm going to pretend you're not actually standing 2m away from me" option.  Sometimes these dickwads like to choose to pretend they don't know your name (oh wait yeah because like you haven't met me 7 times already) and then only deem you worthy of acknowledgement when they see you might someone who they deem as 'cool'.  The worst ones are these retards who spontaneously seem to overcome their aversion to you after you have been standing there for 20 mins "Oh didn't see you there.." (oooo really, Buster, are you blind?!?!) and then enter into some hideous discussion that you don't even really want to have, or make the situation even more comfortable by talking to you in undertones just in case (GOD FORBID) someone actually sees them talking to you!

Good God people, get lives.... really. 

(Have exams at the moment p.s. so apologies for the lack of posting... exam yesterday went TERRIBLY- ah well I can always be a bus driver!)

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Intresting read

http://www.theamericanscholar.org/reading-in-a-digital-age/

I'm not a racist but...

So I actually am not a racist but my recent struggles in the library during study time have led me to believe that libraries should be 'racially' based. 

Not race as in ethnicity, I'm talking of a broader kind of race, for example; PDA couples, fundamentalist Christian couples, people who are averse to the use of deodorant, people who type on their laptops as if in a constant struggle to murder their keyboards, those who enjoy spreading disease via coughing and sneezing on other patrons, people who are ADD and can't sit still for a period that extends more than an hour, people with bad breath, people who like to eat stinky food, people with smelly feet (who remove their shoes), crazy people, people who you catch staring at you to name BUT a few.

I really feel my whole educational experience would be enhanced by some kind of cleansing/classification process that would allow me to study in peace.  If anyone has any tips, please, let me know!

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I'm spying over someones shoulder

U and I.  Me and You.  One and Two.  Or is it Four and Three too?  One?

(so I'm stalking someone in a lecture... is this legit?  Probably not.  There's probably someone stalking me posting this too.  I hope they are embarrassed)

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Yay for the sub intelligent

Ok, soooo usually I hate dumb people but today- I LOVE them.  Because we've gone all soft at University these days (read: we all like to been spoon fed and petted on the head and told we're clever little parrots) my Victorian Lit exam has now been reduced to two hours which means that we now only have to answer TWO questions, on only TWO novels.  My lecturer is beyond fuming at the prospect that people are potentially going to get through her entire paper having read only 3 novels (we had an internal essay to write too), however the University ruled that we modern students are far too dumb to manage 3 questions on 3 novels in the 2 hour period allotted.

Hallelujah.  There is a God (and he loves me apparently!)

This has reduced my weekend reading load by HALF (yay) and means I actually may be functioning above zombie status next week.  Dumb people seem to have their benefits after all- making a stressful exam nice and simple is definitely something I could get used too!

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