Long nights in the lab have a way of making things fade into perspective a lot easier. You're away from all the bother and noise of the room and all the distractions that go with it, left with only that seriously nagging urge that in 9 hours' time this project needs to be finished and I STILL HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO HELP ME!!!
*cough*
Well, last night was the first time since the beginning of this semester that my Design was finished the night before the actual demo. Those sleepless nights are a thing of the past (for now anyway) and it actually feels GOOD knowing I'm gonna pass today. Now just to finish my kleinserverwerkings, learn choir music, study for my 3 tests this week, finish the tutorials for today and tomorrow, clean my room, shave, do dishes, do washing, Facebook just a LITTLE more...
I wonder if there is a support group for people with Facebook addictions?
So. On with the day... I re-discovered a System of a Down song 2 days ago while trying to sleep (I still insist that thanks to shuffle play a lot of otherwise obscure music sees the light); Radio/Video, in case you were wondering. The only thing I'm wondering is why the hell I stopped listening to them in the first place. These guys are just the best. For a little variation in my life I started watching Scott Pilgrim vs. the World this morning while drinking my morning coffee and it is surprisingly good thus far. Definitely a recommended watch.
Seeing as I don't have a scooter like my trusted roommate, I should probably get going to class a little earlier than... *looks at watch*... ohcrapImnotgonnamakeitgottarunbye
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
The silence of the past two days has not been planned... it was kind of like running out of a burning building. Just because you forgot to grab the cat on the way out doesn't mean you intentionally left it to die.
And yes, comparing my life to a burning building is very apt at the moment. Taking on too many extra-mural activities is never a good idea for a socially active engineering student (which on its OWN is already quite a handful). I feel like a pat of complementary margarine spread over 5 slices of bread... just way too thin, way too tired and way too overheated. Don't know why that makes sense, but somehow it does to me.
The two twenty-firsts I went to this week were rather awesome though. Met one or two new interesting people and re-met lots of old acquaintances.
You know what, I can't think of anything witty or interesting to say at this point in time. Suffice it to say that I cleaned out my keyboard, finished a project, had an interesting afternoon doing sound engineering at church, studied for a test, cleaned my room, went to a 21st and had a bit of an impromptu party in my room at 8 in the evening... honestly, who DOES that? I'm ashamed of myself.
Sometimes.
And yes, comparing my life to a burning building is very apt at the moment. Taking on too many extra-mural activities is never a good idea for a socially active engineering student (which on its OWN is already quite a handful). I feel like a pat of complementary margarine spread over 5 slices of bread... just way too thin, way too tired and way too overheated. Don't know why that makes sense, but somehow it does to me.
The two twenty-firsts I went to this week were rather awesome though. Met one or two new interesting people and re-met lots of old acquaintances.
You know what, I can't think of anything witty or interesting to say at this point in time. Suffice it to say that I cleaned out my keyboard, finished a project, had an interesting afternoon doing sound engineering at church, studied for a test, cleaned my room, went to a 21st and had a bit of an impromptu party in my room at 8 in the evening... honestly, who DOES that? I'm ashamed of myself.
Sometimes.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Be Nice To Oxygen Day
So for some time now I have been itching to get my thoughts out into the world. Be it in literary form, a social network extravaganza or just some notes jotted down in the back of a Mathematics notebook, my thoughts seem to find ways to commit themselves to paper. Finally, after a friend asked me "Do you think writing a blog is a good idea, and if so, what are the best blogging solutions out there?", the very question I had been pondering for a while (albeit in a slightly more informal sentence), I decided to start publishing a blog.
+++Hello World+++
Yes, I know it's corny, but read the blog title for crying out loud. Corny by nature, not corny by name... See, there I go again.
For my birthing blog post I decided to go with something we can all relate to; something weighing heavily on our minds recently, namely the astounding abundance of public holidays during academics terms. Don't get me wrong, I am all for the 2-day work week, but Human Rights day? Day of the African Child? Even though it's supposed to have a lot of social significance and emotional value to those of us more politically minded, but personally I feel they should rather drop the pretense and call it "Grandma's Funeral Day number 3" or "Be Nice To Oxygen Day". Actually, that would be rather a good idea... have you ever thought how much oxygen means to you? You suck it down your oesophagus by the second, use it to light your fires and even expect it to behave when you're trying to get the washing dry. All of this for NO THANKS AT ALL?!? Come on people. Rather than having marches and parades in honour of someone who ate berries for a week and stole 2 supply crates of cane sugar from the oppressive government and suddenly became a hero of the revolution, with cushy government title and swollen financial reimbursement to match, let us take a day to think about all the good things oxygen means for us in our modern society.
The fish will love you for it; after all, they only get it in its dissolved form. Like drinking a virgin coffee on the rocks compared to downing 3 Red Bulls... that's how they must feel...
Let me stop myself before I trail off and start ranting about the price of erasable ballpoint pens and lettuce, and bid you a good Be Nice To Oxygen Day.
+++Hello World+++
Yes, I know it's corny, but read the blog title for crying out loud. Corny by nature, not corny by name... See, there I go again.
For my birthing blog post I decided to go with something we can all relate to; something weighing heavily on our minds recently, namely the astounding abundance of public holidays during academics terms. Don't get me wrong, I am all for the 2-day work week, but Human Rights day? Day of the African Child? Even though it's supposed to have a lot of social significance and emotional value to those of us more politically minded, but personally I feel they should rather drop the pretense and call it "Grandma's Funeral Day number 3" or "Be Nice To Oxygen Day". Actually, that would be rather a good idea... have you ever thought how much oxygen means to you? You suck it down your oesophagus by the second, use it to light your fires and even expect it to behave when you're trying to get the washing dry. All of this for NO THANKS AT ALL?!? Come on people. Rather than having marches and parades in honour of someone who ate berries for a week and stole 2 supply crates of cane sugar from the oppressive government and suddenly became a hero of the revolution, with cushy government title and swollen financial reimbursement to match, let us take a day to think about all the good things oxygen means for us in our modern society.
The fish will love you for it; after all, they only get it in its dissolved form. Like drinking a virgin coffee on the rocks compared to downing 3 Red Bulls... that's how they must feel...
Let me stop myself before I trail off and start ranting about the price of erasable ballpoint pens and lettuce, and bid you a good Be Nice To Oxygen Day.
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