Got back results from a Pre-Uni practice test thing, and I'm fairly surprised. I mean, I got like a 90 for Chem, and an 82 for Phys.
Which is pretty good.
19 for Mod A, 20 for Mod B, 17 for Mod C.
And I know exactly who marked them... The english ones anyway.
The comment was "Ditch Baudrillard"
And I'm like ">.> I know it was you....."
Had a course in Mod C over there, and the tutor kept telling me that he was outdated.
Going to ask around and see if it's ok to go ahead with using it or not. No-one else has had a problem with it so far.
I wish I had my answers though. They were pretty good. Esp my mod B.
They asked for a speech. I gave one.
Something about enduring power.
"Good decision on Hamlet's relationship with Ophelia"
I think I said something like...
Hamlet wants to save her and pushes her away, but he's also disillusioned with her, which causes him to act cruelly.
Or something. I wish I had my answers..
And I know it's the same tutor for Mod A and C because of the handwriting and the comments which I got during the classes, but cbf to change. I didn't see much point - will probably consult the necrosages.
As much as my family is frustrating sometimes, I think they're the best.
We make do I guess.
Like I always have.
Spent the morning watching a few things, not playing TF2, and teaching rudimentary chemistry, and probably general chattery.
No, I don't watch other scifi stuff, cause I find it far too one dimensional.
There's just not enough variety in genre and writer.
Not enough cool stuff, I suppose.
[Dalek Companion. Yes please.]
You know that feeling when you kinda wanna talk to someone, but know that if you do, you'll definitely feel worse than if you hadn't talked to them?
No?
Well, cause Kael {Delete?} told me to be more specific {not really},
One of my ex's came online, which she usually doesn't. In fact, never.
And she was the reason I went to see the counsellor in the first place.
There, you can now infer the last year of my life.
Well, I suppose you can now.
I doubt more specifics are needed.
And just when I was at the peak of "nyeh", father comes home with two buns from one of those asian bakeries. It's a... coconut twist thing, and a bbq pork bun.
I almost cried a little.
Then I started blogging, while eating. She's offline now, thankfully.
Mm.
So good.
I should learn how to make these.
Along with being a bartender.
I think when I'm alone, I have probably the weirdest sorts of thoughts.
Like, it gets harder and harder to dissuade myself that I'm selfish, arrogant and stupid.
I don't think it's anything serious, probably just me being me.
Maybe I was listening to too weird stuff and that's why I ended up with a weird dream this morning, which I'll describe once I decide whether I want to bring logs, and have a carpenter, or just go full stone or..
One moment.
K decided.
Whatever. And because I have two monitors I can look at this piece of work delete sent me some time ago.
I can't help but think...
"Angels?"
";-;"
">:("
You were thinking of these angels, right?
I think what you need is a firm time and place. As silly as it is, it's pretty easy to put in a time and place if you just make references to the outside.
Huh, kinda lame. All water here is ice.
There's probably a lot more I could talk about to give the story more depth, I guess, except do you really want me to talk about it here.
I guess I could, but I won't.
Speaking of which, Sandhya texted me a while ago looking for a related text, and she hasn't replied to my text which was a reply.
Which is stupid.
Probably one more video, right?
I'm not sure I found any more good....... hmm.
I probably did.
Suddenly it occurred to me that I'm very thankful school is over because now there's no more mandatory seminars by people who have logos that look like printing companies but really aren't.
I mean, I get it, but....
I can't help that either I'm conceited, or they dumbed down the concepts for a broader audience, or they just didn't really have the conviction in what they believed in. Hell, if I believed in something [which, sorta, not really], I'd be pretty damn excited about it.
Actually I do.
I believe in Jean Baudrillard's thesis about truth and reality.
I believe in the ability to express multiple ideas through one deep thought.
I'm not sure what else I believe in, I probably just take them for granted.
I suppose I believe that I'm still probably a very very bad person.
But I don't have any proof.
My point is, if you're trying to make a presentation, don't rely on one game at the start, and not sustain any form of interesting discussion throughout.
I'd have thought it was simple if you're really enthusiastic about it.
Now uh, back to the dream I guess.
Just lemme dig out this stupid...urghh.
Actually, you know that feeling when you've heard a song before, and then you find it again?
I love that feeling.
I heard that before at some concert, and then yea.
Not the same singer, but it sounds better in this version anyway.
It's a silly song about living as a cat, so don't worry about it.
Silly songs are the best though.
Lol. What if I had mismatched colour contacts.
Heterochemia!
Right, dream. Uh. I'm sidetracking.
This one's better.
So basically, I'll have headphones, mismatching contacts, probably maybe blue hair.
And other things.
Gosh....
Ok uh.
Dream.
So somehow, I was visiting a friend who happened to be dorming somewhere, but she doesn't actually dorm, so it's very confusing, but it wasn't when I was sleeping, cause I was sleeping.
Decided it was a very good idea to take a bath while she was gone, and somehow, there were like bottles of syrup or something where people usually put the soap/handwash/shampoo/whatever.
So of course, she comes in, gets angry and tells me to get out, or I'll be playing in her band.
Despite me not having any musical talent whatsoever.
Skip forward, and somehow we're in the sorta... main roomy type thing. Y'now how dorm rooms only have like 3 rooms anyway. Main with Bed and everything else, Kitchen, Bathroom.
And we're discussing who "Amanda Grease" is, who I have no idea either.
And I'm thinking that I should go to bed.
[At this point, I'm still not wondering where the hell I live in all this]
And then I'm awake, and it's hot and mornings are stupid.
The end.
Now that that's over, I can go back to doing whatever.
Hoping you guys are doing English very effectively.
