Friday, September 29, 2006
Talk to me.
I think I will stop fighting... and I will float... like a butterfly (and sting like a bee. heh)
I'm just taking a short break, then it's back to wrestling with Periodic Table stuff, and that dreaded, dreaded Oedipus Chorus essay.
Then it's a not so dreaded View From the Bridge essay.
Then electromagnetism and sound for physics.
And now, I'm not sure about lit and Revs, possibly my weakest subject.
Good luck to everyone! And I don't mean just for A Levels.
Good luck with your life, with your family, with friends, with relationships, with jobs, with university applications, with pets, with teachers, with courses, with cooking classes, with movie choices, with health and fitness. Good luck on everyone's journey to seek happiness/ meaning/ a good life.
This sounds like a well-meaning suicide note.
It's not, per se. I'm not taking my life into my own hands, but I sure as hell am dying. Each second ticks away to my demise. I'm not being pessimistic - I mean of course we're living, but we're also dying at the same time, and it's impossible to deny it no matter how sunny our disposition. I'm personally fascinated by the thought that we're combusting ourselves to death (no matter how dubious and unscientific it sounds) - it's dramatic and theatrical and explosive and glorious, like a supernova exploding into a pulsar. But of course, I don't know what I'm talking about, I never really do.
On a lighter note, it's a glorious spring afternoon, and the cold is being chased away. What more can I ask for? A good book, a pool chair, a personal masseur, and a strawberry daiquri. And 24 hours of freedom from books, responsibilities, people (well, except for that massuer - don't talk! Just put on your cashmere gloves and get the organic grapeseed and mango oils out) and depressing thought designed to aid the procrastination process.
I'm just taking a short break, then it's back to wrestling with Periodic Table stuff, and that dreaded, dreaded Oedipus Chorus essay.
Then it's a not so dreaded View From the Bridge essay.
Then electromagnetism and sound for physics.
And now, I'm not sure about lit and Revs, possibly my weakest subject.
Good luck to everyone! And I don't mean just for A Levels.
Good luck with your life, with your family, with friends, with relationships, with jobs, with university applications, with pets, with teachers, with courses, with cooking classes, with movie choices, with health and fitness. Good luck on everyone's journey to seek happiness/ meaning/ a good life.
This sounds like a well-meaning suicide note.
It's not, per se. I'm not taking my life into my own hands, but I sure as hell am dying. Each second ticks away to my demise. I'm not being pessimistic - I mean of course we're living, but we're also dying at the same time, and it's impossible to deny it no matter how sunny our disposition. I'm personally fascinated by the thought that we're combusting ourselves to death (no matter how dubious and unscientific it sounds) - it's dramatic and theatrical and explosive and glorious, like a supernova exploding into a pulsar. But of course, I don't know what I'm talking about, I never really do.
On a lighter note, it's a glorious spring afternoon, and the cold is being chased away. What more can I ask for? A good book, a pool chair, a personal masseur, and a strawberry daiquri. And 24 hours of freedom from books, responsibilities, people (well, except for that massuer - don't talk! Just put on your cashmere gloves and get the organic grapeseed and mango oils out) and depressing thought designed to aid the procrastination process.
# posted by me lah @ 3:53 pm 
