The Jo.urnalist
Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword, obviously never encountered automatic weapons.Archive for June, 2008
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…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.
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…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
AGkl;awhgs
And other random letters I can think of. Or anyone for that matter. Just don’t scrabble them into profanities kthxbai.
It’s really nothing, I just have a physics exam today. That’s all. It’s making my head spin…
I figured I should ease up on the formalities and sesquipedalian tendencies (woah, what a contradiction) that my blog has. Even if nobody reads it. It’s meant to be a blog anyway, not a philosophical archive. Where did I even start writing like that anyway? Must have been inspired by a 14-year old gamer dude I know who actually did really well in English? *cough* Xion *cough* No that’s not his name, that’s his alias kthx.
Ok, if I know I didn’t do well on this exam, my next entry should be self-explanatory.
I need to get back into…
…Writing. More than just this weblog, I’m thinking. I’m imagining myself once again stimulating the unused and neglected nodes of my brain to be revived and ready to provide me with the necessary imaginative qualities to produce works which convey my deepest emotions. This could be in the form of poetry or prose, simply anything which I find delight in expressing myself. I believe the old adage, ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ has more meaning in its reciprocal – ‘A word is worth a thousand pictures.’ Myself being a visually driven individual, one who has inherent spatial ‘brilliance’ (no immodesty intended) works of art appeal greatly to me, whether on the canvas of a great painter, or on the monitor of an undiscovered Photoshop prodigy. These all are fine, but there is something about the written word, something that has the inherent ability to convey a hundred visual interpretations if one has the capacity for such creativity. I admire the way in which the pigment from the pen of a talented writer can serve the purpose of filling the reader with scenes of various textures of emotion, to take one away from reality into a world of phantasmic proportion. Pure phantasm, of course. How I wish my own pen could do the same.
