The Jo.urnalist
Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword, obviously never encountered automatic weapons.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
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.
I’m like a hunter of peace…
…One who chases the elusive mayfly of love…or something like that. You might be wondering how I suddenly found an interest in a show. An anime series, at that. But it’s TriGun! Who couldn’t love it? Besides, it’s all Wesley’s fault that I had a newfound obsession. Well, it’s not really an obsession, it’s just something that has now seemed to pervade into my normal computer habits…MSN, Facebook, etc…I mean, it appeals to my manly tendencies *cough* to refer to myself as Vash the Stampede. Or Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Dont hesitate to call. Of course all that goes without wanting the 60 billion double dollar bounty on his head. That would be an annoyance…but think of all the attention…
What is the probability…
…that I will pass this math exam? Pretty high, I’m sure. At least I’m positive I can ‘pass’ it. I’m more like hoping for a HD really. Not a High-Def screen or a Hip Disarticulation, but rather a High Distinction. I’ve worked long and hard in this course and I definitely want to reap what I sow…or at least prove that I’ve actually sown a bucketload of effort. More than a bucketload, really, like a shipping container…but I digress; the point is that I’m confident that I will do well tomorrow. It’s my first proper exam (ever) and I’m actually looking forward to it. Yes, I am looking forward to it, I know that’s odd…
Hmm…
Maybe I should start sleeping early. And updating this thing a bit more often. I wonder why I don’t get the chance…oh, that’s right. Assignments…and exams! Oh, joy!
The Art of Motion…
I sit down at my desk, and as I switch on the computer monitor, something bugs me. Something irritating, something that desperately wants my attention. I look around, to realize that the annoyance is in the form of a 1000-pound book the size of the every volume of the Encyclopedia Brittanica since since 1768. The thing that gets me is that the front cover seems to read out ‘University Physics’. Furthermore, as I type in the URL to MySpace, the dropdown menu reveals a horrid, distressing sight. Sitting there right in my face is the link to Dante’s inferno – www.masteringphysics.com. Every day now I find myself trapped in a vortex of formulas, forces, and compressed springs. All of which I struggle to understand. If only I found a better way to prepare myself for uni than stuffing my head full of nineteenth-century American literature I wouldn’t have so many problems. Paul Revere’s midnight ride didn’t tell me much about linear kinematics. You simply can’t expect to jump headlong into uni-level physics if the most advanced concept you learnt was an apple landing on Newton’s noggin. It feels like physics is a totally new language for me. I’m trying to keep up in my study but its so difficult that one assignment takes about as much time for me to (watch the grass grow, then go out and cut it)x 10³ s. I’m slowly pushing on and on and on…if I can make it through the valley of the shadow of the photoelectric effect, I will retire to my bed for the night. Excuse me while I yawn.
Hello world!
I think I’ll leave the default title as it sounds as concisely stated as I could ever get to. The fascinating world of blogging, the activity by which people express their emotions, confide their thoughts, and flame at their next-door neighbour’s dog into the memory of an online databank. For sake of ‘going with the flow’ I have decided to put one up myself. Besides, isn’t it cool to be just like everybody else?
