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| I resolved to lose weight; I lost my resolve instead. |
| 06.19.04 (12:45 am) [edit] |
Written Friday, 18/06/04.
God bless the wonders of a good Garfield cartoon, to make you laugh uncontrollably and cause scared people to stare at you, as they scuffle past on their respective paths of life. Of course, when you stop laughing you realize you may just have downsized your pool of ‘people-you-have-yet-to -meet’, from about thirty, perhaps, to fifteen.
Bringing me to a point which I’ve been pondering the whole of today – not because I was feeling philosophical, but because I was bored. The point is this: [drumroll if you please] Where’s my path going anyway? The easy answer is ‘Not to anyplace interesting; perhaps a small town in Tibet’, but the ‘deeper’ answer is probably even more diminishing. Of course I don’t blame anyone for my little path furling into the distance, with only the prospect of an early, heart attack caused death; I blame myself. I don’t much like walking. Perhaps things would go better if I could drive on the super-freeway of Life; not the highway, mind, taxes are too high. [Note, TAXES consist of the following: DOING YOUR HOMEWORK, WORKING HARD, HAVING AMBITIONS, NOT SLEEPING ALL DAY, and all such other silly little responsibilities. Honestly.]
I do enjoy reading a good ToS/ToU every now and again. And it’s amazing the little clauses, catches and deeply disturbing expectancies you stumble upon while scanning the maze of big words and threatening HEADERS. I might just make it a hobby for the sake of having a hobby other, that is, from eating and writing and playing THE SIMS.
Maybe the devil is just sad?
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| ‘Something wicked this way comes.’ Well, I’ll say. |
| 06.19.04 (12:44 am) [edit] |
Written Wednesday, 16/06/04.
Apart from being Youth Day today, today was also the day upon which I finally saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. My expectations may have been a little high, ‘cause hell I was expecting a lot more than what I saw. Apart from it being rushed in places, and depressingly dark, I expect I was most disappointed by the Dementor-scenes. After all, the director took like 6 months to work on them. I still think Dementors are cool and that the special effects were great, but somewhere something was lacking. I can’t put my finger on it.
Since I’m not writing any exams for the rest of the week, I’ll probably spend my time telling myself I’ll study for Business Economics the day after tomorrow, until I finally reach Sunday night, panic, try and squeeze everything into my brain and then, finally, get slaughtered in the exam. We’re all stuck in some cycle, be it depression, guilt, sex, food, menstrual, denial – and we all struggle to get out of that cycle. At present I am quite content with my cycle, thank you very much.
Today had a positive effect on me as a whole: a) renewed crush on Snape (and he probably is the only one that can still look darn good in a dress and heels), b) My family is strange (nothing new) and c) we’re all smug bastards deep inside, perhaps not even as deep down as we’d like to think. Make peace with it, accept it and move on.
Some GP action again this weekend. I didn’t even bother to watch last weekend, perhaps because I knew His Schuminess is going to win again. Though I’ll watch this weekend, out of boredom and sheer longing for a pretty face.
Speak softly and carry a large beef jerky – Davo Davidson.
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| I wish I was a tree. |
| 06.12.04 (10:07 am) [edit] |
It's an invasion. An invasion of soon-to-be-stepfamily. They sit in my livingroom drinking tea and chatting and nibbling on my food. Ahh! [i]Fiends[/i]!
I'm reading LOTR. I love Fangorn/Treebeard/The Ents. Wish I was a tree.
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| Nappies and Jo. |
| 06.12.04 (12:54 am) [edit] |
Written Friday, 11/06/04.
Once upon a time, in a full hall, six lonesome History Seventh Subject pupils sat, surrounded by an army of grade elevens and twelves; terrified, they awaited the final blow – the answer sheet! – as a General of some sort stepped over, looking down at them and flipping the papers menacingly. ‘Now,’ he thundered, ‘you may begin!’
Despite appearances, the History exam today wasn’t as almightily difficult as I expected, and for – well, almost the first time – I’m positive I’ve scraped a 55% at least, though I don’t dare hope for more. I’m relying on this mark to replace my Economy mark, or my Biology mark, whichever is worse. Thank God for seventh subjects.
Bought the new TOP BILLING magazine today. It looks pretty interesting. Also, Harry Potter apparently opened in cinemas today, so I’m hoping to squeeze off to see it tomorrow, though my hopes are fairly low. If I can’t see it this weekend, I’ll go next Tuesday – cheaper, and more convenient, as most cinemas are deserted during the week daytime.
There’s also some GP action again this weekend – Schumi’s gonna win, of course. I have little doubt of that. Montoya’s engine blowing up, optional – though it would round off the perfect week. Next week I write English Language, and then nada for the rest of the week!
My overall assessment on Napoleon (and the teacher asked this): He was arrogant, and desperate to prove himself; he wasn’t unintelligent; control-freak; manipulated by his wife (and supposedly she’s all sweet and angelic – I think she could twist you round her finger if she wanted); ambitious; wanted immortality; couldn’t easily accept defeat; controlled by guilt sometimes; toyed with death.
Ignore your troubles and sing loudly, whatever happens. It goes down a treat with magistrates. (The Little Book of Crap, by Kaz Cooke and Simon Weaselpantz)
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| Wish a terrorist would fall through the roof. |
| 06.12.04 (12:53 am) [edit] |
Written Thursday, 10/06/04.
At this stage I would settle for a drunkard staggering into the Hall, with a broken bottle and a threatening manner. Really. I’m still going on about World War Three (aka exams).
Today’s Economy test was everything I feared and more. I’m hoping to scrape 10%.
The Hall in itself is a distraction, as there are at least a dozen airvents overhead. Perhaps it’s just a sign that I really do watch too much TV, but I keep imagining people kicking those airvents open and zipping into the Hall, dressed in black with big guns. Attractiveness of terrorists, optional. Just as long as they delay the exams or, better yet, get them cancelled.
So much for wishful thinking.
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| There aren’t any Nazis at the front door! |
| 06.12.04 (12:51 am) [edit] |
Written Tuesday, 08/06/04.
Indeed, after the exams I wrote the past two days, I’d welcome a bunch of Nazi Stormtroopers at my front door. Though today’s English Literature and Afrikaans Taal went infinitely better than yesterday’s Biology tests, I have in mind the dreaded Economy paper in two days!
Whilst waiting for the teachers to take back their bloody answer sheets [you see, I have the unlucky talent of finishing ages before most others, so I’m sitting there like a punani, wondering whether I’m really fast or really stupid] I stumbled upon a decayed thought: the many uses of the word “fuck”. Of course, while I was sitting there one particular use popped to mind: fucked (as in, I’m fucked).
Of course there are a few highlights to the week: yesterday evening, Charmed’s sixth season (?) begun, and it was great; tomorrow I have a day off, guess who’s staying in bed till ten; I write History on Friday, and I love History – well, that’s about it, really. Small things they might be, but it’s like a flicker of a candle in the long, dark corridor of Death and Doom [aka exams].
I’m looking forward to the return of Mr. I, as in my inspiration, because he’s been missing for a few days now. So many great ideas and so little matter to put them into motion.
Great new discovery in the world of cheesy and worrying discoveries, is the site http://www.health24.com/. They have a CyberShrink, CyberDoc, and all such shit, which is staggering fascinating. I’d recommend it to anyone who’s bored and worried, or just curious.
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