GODSFUCKINGDAMMNIT.
I am so pissed off with firefox/SG. For some reason whenever I accidently click a link while editing a post/blog, it goes to the page and loses the entirety of the post i was typing. This annoys me when ive written a mini essay. Grrrrrrrr.
Dredged from memory:
I cant accurately describe with words just how different I feel about this year going back to uni compared to the last two, and especially compared to how I was feeling about things back in may when I first got this account. This year I am figuratively going to hold down and rape the shit out of it, a lot of the hangups I had have now been blown away and to a certain extent I cant believe how I've effectively just wasted the last couple of years doing fuck all with my life.
Money, ever constant worry of mine, should be blown out of the water by actually getting up off my ass and doing something instead of being a hermit-like shutin, or ideas that never get anywhere. Student finance application and other paperwork is being sent off tommorow (late as hell, I know, but effectively all it means is that moneys a little tight for perhaps a month, and most importantly the tuition fee still goes through fine. Been studying quite a bit, and plan to continue to do so, Im now fairly confident i can actually be a tutor to freshers and some second years without stopping every five seconds and scratching my head as I stop to look it up. Should be at least some income, and failing that Im fairly sure ive got enough gaps in my timetable for at least some form of part time work.
I am bounding with energy and optimism (optimism is pretty fucking rare!) for the coming year. Im confident that I could actually go so far as to complete nine modules this year and pass. I have a bunch of side projects that Ive been putting off for ages, like writing a couple of long scifi stories; doing a student lecture in the main lecture theatre on astronomy; becoming a familiar face around the student union from good, altruistic works instead of being a drunk asshat and others. All this, I am sure i can actually achieve.
I might even manage to find some poor bastardess who's willing to put up with me for a while that doesnt a) refer to their dog as "poochie", b) use "lol" as verbal punctuation, or indeed, at all, c) isnt a completely obsessive workaholic.
I really cant wait to get back to Oxford and get stuck in to freshers week. Last year and this I volunteer to be a Freshers Superhero, which means I wear a gnatty tshirt and help freshers settle in to their first week of university. I hope that this year I can find someone that tops last years record spoiled daddys girl fuckwit, and I quote (on the phone to her dad) "Daddy, daddy, could you please put another 900 pounds onto my credit card? Ive spent the grand you already put on there." THIS WAS DAY THREE! I couldnt spend that amount of cash on coke and hookers in that time!
I am so pissed off with firefox/SG. For some reason whenever I accidently click a link while editing a post/blog, it goes to the page and loses the entirety of the post i was typing. This annoys me when ive written a mini essay. Grrrrrrrr.
Dredged from memory:
I cant accurately describe with words just how different I feel about this year going back to uni compared to the last two, and especially compared to how I was feeling about things back in may when I first got this account. This year I am figuratively going to hold down and rape the shit out of it, a lot of the hangups I had have now been blown away and to a certain extent I cant believe how I've effectively just wasted the last couple of years doing fuck all with my life.
Money, ever constant worry of mine, should be blown out of the water by actually getting up off my ass and doing something instead of being a hermit-like shutin, or ideas that never get anywhere. Student finance application and other paperwork is being sent off tommorow (late as hell, I know, but effectively all it means is that moneys a little tight for perhaps a month, and most importantly the tuition fee still goes through fine. Been studying quite a bit, and plan to continue to do so, Im now fairly confident i can actually be a tutor to freshers and some second years without stopping every five seconds and scratching my head as I stop to look it up. Should be at least some income, and failing that Im fairly sure ive got enough gaps in my timetable for at least some form of part time work.
I am bounding with energy and optimism (optimism is pretty fucking rare!) for the coming year. Im confident that I could actually go so far as to complete nine modules this year and pass. I have a bunch of side projects that Ive been putting off for ages, like writing a couple of long scifi stories; doing a student lecture in the main lecture theatre on astronomy; becoming a familiar face around the student union from good, altruistic works instead of being a drunk asshat and others. All this, I am sure i can actually achieve.
I might even manage to find some poor bastardess who's willing to put up with me for a while that doesnt a) refer to their dog as "poochie", b) use "lol" as verbal punctuation, or indeed, at all, c) isnt a completely obsessive workaholic.
I really cant wait to get back to Oxford and get stuck in to freshers week. Last year and this I volunteer to be a Freshers Superhero, which means I wear a gnatty tshirt and help freshers settle in to their first week of university. I hope that this year I can find someone that tops last years record spoiled daddys girl fuckwit, and I quote (on the phone to her dad) "Daddy, daddy, could you please put another 900 pounds onto my credit card? Ive spent the grand you already put on there." THIS WAS DAY THREE! I couldnt spend that amount of cash on coke and hookers in that time!
And I use "I" to start paragraphs way too much. :/
In the meantime, Im falling in love* with Prasepe.
Just look at her! Goooooorgeous. This girl, to put it bluntly, makes me want to touch myself**...
*And by love I mean "like" as opposed to creepy stalker kind of love.
** In the best possible way, of course.
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Your goals for the year are aggressive but achievable. You may however need to go into brief periods of obsessive workaholic mode.
People who use lol, btw, brb or any other net-speak must to be beaten until they understand that using them is very inappropriate. I did not want to see plz or lol in work emails. For gods sakes how lazy do you need to be that you cannot add 'ease' and not use the 'z' when typing plz! Fuck it is only three extra letters.
Remember when directing freshmen to any campus location the longest indirect route is best. People must learn to read a map and you will help them learn this lesson.
I don't know if you can top the call for an extra 900 GBP after only three days call. The economy is still down. Good luck on the hunt. Try to find the girl who has piles needless crap, will not help her father and or siblings carry that crap in to her room, and whines a lot - she is a natural for the call.
Is Prasepe aware that you are stalking in love with her?