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.
