Words from a Wise Man

To paraphrase:

"If you're in love with two people, choose the second person. If you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second."

- Johnny Depp

J

I Will Say Anything to Procrastinate

I believe in fate. Or at least I do when shit is hitting the fan or, alternatively, I'm doing really well. But then I thought about how our whole world is hitting the fan. And came to the conclusion that FATE has dictated that the world is going to end within 150 years.

But then I thought, is our world really hitting the fan? Yes, we have mad dictators and murders and rapes and heinous people and looting etc. But then again, in the middle ages I'm pretty sure rapists existed. And rather than roofy-ing their victims they probably just bashed them over the head with a stick.

And I'm pretty sure people were looting in the 1500s. And I'm pretty sure people were murdering people in the 1600s, probably a lot more than nowadays. People probably murdered each other for taking their chickens.

And then I thought about the meaning of life. I came to the conclusion that life is meaningless. It is a transient, selfish state where we live for ourselves. No one is completely selfless. There's something nice about the animal kingdom where at least animals are outwardly selfish.

So what is life? Where is humanity going? Is 2012 the end of it? What's for dinner?

I need to study.

J

Drinking It Now

The number of Yeo's soy milk juice boxes that are consumed in this house per week is phenomenal.

I am also so disappointed that the last time I went to ALVA and saw the architecture models, I didn't pull a Zoolander joke. God, what is wrong with me?

On that note, I hope everything is going well for Little Mishelle. I myself got a hand crap a few minute ago so watched Hawaii 5.0 with my mum. I would hit the main guy.
J

Disdain

Models are;
Baubles, ornaments, decoration
Coat-hangers with flesh and bone.

Tombstones will read;
I contributed nothing to society
Love me.

They earn;
Millions
The fuck?

J

Qantas (this title is irrelevant to the subject matter of this post)

Tomorrow, I think I'm going to go for a photo blog of "A Day in the Life of..." simply because I'm going to be home all day studying, so I need something fun and frivolous to distract myself when I am in need of procrastination.

Now that exams are on the horizon, I have come to pay special notice to the trivial and often unnecessary things I do. On the other hand, I think they work for me.

In high school, I was the person who always finished her maths notes at least four days before the maths test. And who spent the weekend studying every question in the study guide so that by the time the school week started, I had nothing left to study.

In uni, I write out my lecture notes up to four times. Every semester, I like to write my notes out in a different format. For example, last semester I wrote out all my notes in these little exercise books. For this semester's midsem, I just simply wrote them out on file paper. For finals, I'm writing them out on clear sheets of paper, reminiscent to the maths notes of year 12. Different subtopics are kept in small boxes. For my NS midsem, I wrote out my notes close to five times for some of the lectures, my reasoning being that I could simultaneously get my notes really neat while hopefully absorbing some of the information.

I'm constantly erasing out stuff and writing it again. I'll rewrite something if it's even a little off center and not straight.

I glue down the corners of my books where they've been separated (the sheets of cardboard in book covers). I hate it when the corners of book spines are dented. I hate it when there are thumbprints and dirt marks on the inside spine (the page part) of books. I've been using a piece of paper to hold and turn the pages of the book I'm currently reading.

I changed my handwriting three times while writing my NS midsem notes this semester. The second time, by the time I'd finished, the last few pages were distinctly different (smaller) than the first few pages. I rewrote them all. It was a vicious cycle.

But I enjoy it. I like things to be perfect. When I know something is imperfect, I won't be able to sleep or do anything else. I'll keep looking at it, touching at it, weighing up how long it would take me to write out 40 pages of notes again...

J

Bob, the Pin

I changed my mind.

I love my FCP tute group.

My tutor is basically the smartest guy I know. He's incredibly intelligent and worldly, passionate about his work. He's had a wide range of jobs and experiences to draw from. He's the kind of guy you could have deep philosophical discussions and arguments with and come out thinking, "My God. This man is right."

My tute group is basically hilarious. We're filling in these review sheets for the unit while our tutor waits for us at Matilda Bay so we can have coffee after. Reece says, "How great would it be if we went out there and he was all, 'Fuck yeah, bitches, let's get our coffee on.'" The hilarity in this is that our tutor is African but the very antithesis of "gangsta" but rather an incredibly eloquent and educated gentleman.

Wynand (most attractive boy in our year) says, "Imagine if he went out and was like, 'Yeah, these are my wives.'"

Ah, slightly racist jokes. All in good humour of course... Maybe I'm just happy it's over because truthfully, tutes with Niyi were like being interrogated. Or maybe it was just for me because I could never answer the questions.

But coffee was fun. I had my blood taken today too. Cost me $75. Piece of shit.

I also lost a bobby pin to the wind. Farewell, my love.

J

Bus Stories

On the bus today, some old douche bag turns around and starts talking to some international student. The kid takes his earphones out and strains to understand the man. The man exclaims, "How did you get into university if you can't even understand me?" sounding all peeved. He then gets up and sits at the front of the bus with all white people.

I wanted to shiv the eyes out of that asshole's head.

J

Exert

I remember last year during recess, Little Mishelle had picked up an essay I was going to hand in later that day. As she read it, she started cracking up. I was deeply offended. I knew I hadn't written a particularly humourous essay. She then pointed to a word on the page.

"Right," I said.
"Excerpt," she said.
"Exert. Right," I said. By this point, I was concerned about my essay.
"Yes. Excerpt. Look at how you've spelled it," she said.

I looked. And then looked again. It appeared right to me.
"EXERT," I said.
"You've spelled it like... exert. Like exerting yourself."
"Oh God."

I got my whiteout and whited-out and rewrote every "exert" in my essay. Which turned out to be a lot.

I don't know why but I was just sitting here, studying, and this memory came to mind. I will treasure it forever. I wonder what Chartis thought of my essay, half the page covered in whiteout and rewritten in blue biro...

J

Moths and Arteries

Yesterday, I was eating a piece of chicken and I noticed this stringy thing. I touched it and picked it up with my fingers (because I'm an animal... No really, I am) and inspected it carefully before realizing it was an artery. It was amazing. It was exactly like the arteries in cadaver labs. It had held its structural integrity perfectly; I could see inside (it was obviously hollow), it was still sort of bouncy and white.
And next to it was a vein!

Outside my window yesterday, I also saw a bird majestically gobble up a moth. It was incredible, it was the Circle of Life all over again. Now, I hate moths because they're the most spastic bugs in the history of history. It's like they are constantly having epileptic fits. I feel like they would be all dusty; like if you touched their wings it would just crumble in your hands.

Animals should have structural integrity. You want to talk about "terrible design"? MOTHS. Holy shit. They're practically the most worthless, heinous, delicate animals in the world. At least cockroaches and beetles have hard outer shells to protect them. What do moths have? If you touch a moth it doesn't even fly away, it just spazzes out.

J

The Three Incestuous Sisters

Really want to read this: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0810959275/writunbo-20

J