In school. Weird. Felt like getting up at night to do an entry yesterday, but the urge has subsided for now. Had to do with reading my IRC logs and suddenly missing very much the conversations I used to have with a friend. We used to talk then, but now we just chat.
Halfway through doing my page long assignment.
Well, actually I've finished it, just that I really should go do my readings to link what I randomly expounded to what I'm actually required to do in class.
I hate pop-ups.
I'm not continuing a single line of thought here, but well that's what you get for reading what I think. And with the Internet being what it is, I really should'nt be too free with information like this, who knowswho might get their hands on this. Ironic then, I'm writing about privacy issues. Then again, I'm free to type whatever I want, and you'd be none the wiser to m,y actual self.
However, as this site is aptly named carpeveritas (carpe veritas), which (I'm assuming) vaguely means seize the truth, I'll try to ramble on about true things.
I hate school. I love school. I hate the fact I have to get up every morning, and have to do homework and have to think and analyse and suggest and discuss. I love learning more, I love meeting new people, I love talking about things I've learnt, I love showing off things I've learnt.
Is it a paradox, or merely a rather confusing jumble of things? I don't know. What's so great about this blogger is that I can say anything I want, use any words I want and they don't have to mean anything to you, only to me. I'm not writing this for an audience, I'm writing it for myself, but you have been afforded the privilege of peering into my personal little world of thoughts. The other side, sometimes, so to speak.
Should've slept in more but my brother was banging away on the piano downstairs with more than a few discordant notes that were grinding on my nerves. I know I have a whole lot of homework to do, but somehow I just can't bring myself to do it early. Leave till the day before and then complain about my work load. Doesn't make sense does it, but well, that's me for you. Let's see. I have an essay, two tutorial discussions to prepare and oh lookie here, a whole bunch of notes to print out.
I want to sleep some more.
I need a holiday.
And then, there are some men I'd love to kill. But, as I'm merely a student with no political or financial power, I'll have to make do with silently cursing them as they pass.
It never fails to amaze me how stupid some people can be. I'd put up this conversation i had on irc if I was sure he wouldn't come by it. Suffice to say this very obviously desperate male lacks either
a) a good command of english
b) a brain,
because he asked me to call him 4 times, and it didn't get through his thick skull that i already said no the first time. I considered a few things to say to him along the lines of "Did you get a brain transplant? I think you should get your money back, because they obviously gave you an inferior specimen." But my friend pointed out that it might go completely over his head.
