The Jo.urnalist
Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword, obviously never encountered automatic weapons.Wow, it’s been a while…
Hmm…why is there such a massive time gap between this entry and Monsieur Previous? It’s like they’ve been divorced or some similar separation condition. Of course, divorced wasn’t really a good word to use because I just so happen to hate it. But I digress.
Uni has swallowed up my past two months and I have no time for anything but it. And it’s midterm break now which probably explains why I’m actually writing stuff. It’s not really a break though; it just so happens to be a lecture-free week - or assignment-cram time for the pessimistic. Including me for now. After writing over 20000 words in a reflective engineering journal I have no idea how I can still write as casual as this, and WITHOUT relating my words to particular learning outcomes. Through this online journal, I am developing my professional communication abilities. There we go again… :/
Oh well, I’ve spent five minutes here doing nothing explicitly productive so I had better return to my darling math textbook which seems to be suffering separation anxiety although it’s sitting right next to me. Stupid integrals.
¯\(°_o)/¯
Means ‘why’. I think.
Well, I’m finally free-ish; at least to the extent that I can write another entry. A really short, nutshelled one. Which I suppose is a bit redundant because nutshelled means ’short’.
I’m exhausted - HBC was the best though. I loved the whole time! Got to song-lead for the kids, put on impromptu puppet shows, skits, the lot…and I am flat-out tired now. In perfect time for uni to start tomorrow. Great.
That reminds me, I didn’t fail anything from last term - YAY!!! 
Skills - D
Physics - D
Math - HD
I can’t believe I didn’t fail Physics, and to get a Distinction is like the icing on the cake. I expected Skills to fall around the D mark as well. In fact, I actually expected a HD for Math, it was that easy…no surprises there. Thanks be to the Almighty for helping me through the term though…couldn’t have gone anywhere without His help.
Anyway I’m doing my timetable for T2 at the moment. No wonder I can’t go into any detail on the happenings lately. Sorry folks.
Ciao.
L…
…ame. (Return of the almighty Ellipsis!!! :O)
Because of my latest ordeal, I can’t get my learner’s license yet. Yet.
OH, THE HUGE MANATEE!!!
I’m down, but not out.
I think this is the first time my post title didn’t end in an ellipsis.
Dear diary, (woah, I have changed)
I haven’t posted anything in a while due to my downright suicidal feeling. Of course I will never commit suicide, unless you count Christian martyrdom by choice as suicide. I’m finding it so hard to cope still, no matter how optimistic I am. I’ve given everything to the Lord, but I’m struggling - struggling to keep my spirits up. It doesn’t work, but I’m hoping that the old saying - time heals all wounds - will prove true in my case. It’s yet to be proven. :’( OH, THE HUGE MANATEE!!! Why does :’) look so awkward…
On another note, which sidelines my depression, I now have a banjo. A Washburn banjo, surprisingly, since I’ve been staring down the old Fender that’s been on the rack for a while now. And Jessie is flaming me for getting it. Not because it’s a Washburn, but simply because it’s a banjo. She hates them. Apparently I’ve committed social suicide by just holding the thing. Her feelings oscillate when I swap it for my guitar…and back…
Another note - my stupid laptop won’t detect the stupid access point that I configured in my stupid router which I bought from stupid Officeworks along with a not-stupid LX3 laser mouse today. The mouse is cool. My laptop isn’t. So much for ‘updating drivers solves everything’. Fail. Epic.
I better not binge on failcake tomorrow.
It happened.
I’m sick. For like the first time this year. I think I forgot to take my Super-Garlic Vitamin C tablet yesterday or something. Or maybe it’s the fact the minimum temperature suddenly dropped from 17 to 8. I actually have a cold…something that isn’t hayfever. I don’t count that as sickness. It’s like a temporary one-day annoyance. I feel so helpless, I haven’t felt like this in a while. My head feels so stuffed. I’m happy that it hit during the holidays though…I would have hated it if I had to go through even one day of term like this.
My nose is itchy.
L…
…earner’s license. I’m going to try and pass the exam sometime next week.
Then I can honour Wesley’s wishes and make roadkill of innocent pedestrians on a busy sidewalk. That’s subtle terrorism for you.
What’s on my mind…
…Now? Well, a few things. I’ll try to go through them as fast as I can, considering I’m waiting for someone to get on MSN and am expecting them in a few minutes…
Queensland won!!! Who doubted? 30-0…I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘owned’.
Physics…well, ok, I’ll nutshell it. I get into the exam room, and as soon as perusal time starts, I rush through every question of the exam. First error. Had I read the instructions properly, I would have seen that I was only meant to attempt question one, and TWO other questions in each section. Calculate, calculate, calculate,* that comes down to 6 questions out of 10 total. Basic arithmetic. Stupid me. That meant through the whole two hours I had struggled through with 40% wasted effort. And now I have no idea if the people marking my paper will appreciate my work and grant me bonus points or if that means a quick F for Physics. F-isics. I went the extra two miles…I guess that means an extra two miles of headache for my poor marking people. Stupid me.
I forgot what else I was meant to say.
Carpe diem.
* Courtesy of our brilliant maths lecturer, Rob McDougall
