Thoughts for: Wednesday 30th November 2005
Teh Blah! :: [20:00:44]I'm sat at university as I type this. The time is roughly 10pm. Why am I at uni' at 10pm? Deadlines of course. I have been here since 10am. Yup, ten in the morning to ten at night and I'm still not done. Currently in the 24 hour centre, where I shall remain until my work is finished. In case your looking at the time stamp of this blog entry and wondering why it doesn't match the time I say it is well that has a little something to do with the fact that I don't want to connect to the net, because if I do then there is no way in hell I will do my work because I will become instantly sidetracked. I already lost my give a fuck, which seems to be a common occurrance. In fact I think pretty much everyone is in agreement that the give a fuck is well and truly extinct in university at the moment. I'm not quite sure what took it upon itself to wipe out their species but I feel perhaps it was something called "work so boring it hurts". I think it's times like this when the meaning of stress gets totally reinvented. In fact I think perhaps it's times like this when stress is not a good enough word to express what one actually feels. I have a cold by the way, not that it matters because my body is so high on stress that it refuses to allow me to actually feel anything beyond the primary stages of a cold. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing. The amusing thing is that I am currently taking anti-stress medicants. Don't seem to be working all that well. So if my deadline is so pressing and I am so determined to do this work here and now why am I writing a blog entry? Simple really, I have been doing this since 10am. Ten in the fucking morning! The only breaks I have had are to eat, drink and piss. Quite frankly I am amazed my head doesn't set off the book stealing censors as I walk through considering the amount of info from those books which is currently buzzing around my brain. Oh and 8 books from the library at one time? What the fuck is that all about? Is that some kind of joke? Does someone think it's funny to suggest that we only need 8 books at any one time? Or is there actually someone out there so incredibly and utterly stupid that they believe essays can be written while someone is in the possession of a mere eight books at once?! If there is I want to meet them because as a famous psychologist once speculated, some people are so intensely stupid that they cannot actually feel pain. Hmm, sounds like Darren. Erm, so anyway, this is me taking a break so I don't have a breakdown. Fun isn't it? Well maybe not, I don't know. But this is my blog for me, not you. Deadline is at 4 tomorrow and I still have a few hundred words to write and all my referencing to do, oh and I might change some of my essays so that they are actually good. That would probably be helpful in securing a good grade. Ho-hum. Of course anything I hand in will pass, because my work is always to at least passable standard, often a lot higher, which is amusing considering how little work I actually do. Well I don't know if amusing is the word, maybe worrying would be a better term, or perhaps even shocking. Maybe frightening. Meh, fucked if I know. What I do know is that I have had very little sleep and could do with more. I might grab someone and go for a beer. Afterall I am confident that I will have things complete and ready to hand in by tomorrow at least, everything beyond that is pretty irrelevant. Beer sounds like a good plan, plus it helps me chill out. Kinda the point of it really. This dude sat next to me has his music really loud and it's beginning to stress me out. Of course giving him a concussion would probably mean he needs his music louder though, so not the best plan I ever had. Then again I have had some pretty lousy plans in the past. This place is getting pretty crowded so I think I will bail. By the time I post this it will be Wednesday and I will have handed everything in.