for the umpteenth time, things are coming along splendidly. yea, you're fuckin right you detect more than just a wee hint of sarcasm. i don't remember wen my last post was, but i'm sure it was before the last three exams we just went through. let me put it briefly then, industrial management taught me a lot about time management...i had to manage all the free time i had because i didn't fuckin know what to write. but i did, anyways. don't ask me what though, all i know is i exercised most of the big fat words i have memorised over the years. hopefully they'll be enough to fetch me marks (note that i didn't say good marks here...subtle, but it makes a MAJOR point). then came lic. its a subject most of us actually like, because there isn't a great deal to study. at least not the way they explain it in the syllabus. i don't think i should say anything more about that. my brain seems to have evacuated that part of the temporal lobe those particular memories were residing in. i think its all for the best too.
then there was today...i honestly can't say much about the paper. i don't think i did too much wrong (well i didn't know a few of the questions, other than that i mean) because some of them were asking for my - our - opinion about stuff and i gave it. they can't find fault with my opinion can they? even if they can, they shouldn't be able to jeopardise the marks i get, right? i mean it is my fuckin opinion. it was computer organisation today, by the way. another subject i like, another question paper i didn't.
well i got home after all that crap and had to go to the doctor to show my foot (there's this screwed up thingy at the bottom of it that's been buggin me for ages). when she told me 'its a haematoma', i was thinkin 'wow, that's so cool! a haematoma even. whoopee i have a haematoma. now all i have to do is get home and fuckin read up on what a fuckin haematoma is. sure does sound cool tho. o0o i wonder if its something largely hugely enormous'
*an hour later*
A FUCKING BLOOD CLOT?!? i had to fucking go to a fucking doctor to fucking find out that i have a fucking blood clot on the underside of my fucking foot? any fucking nitwit with half a fucking brain cell could've figured out it was a fucking blood clot...HELLO, it was fucking black in colour, under all the layers of fucking skin...gah fuck it, this just isn't my day, or week, or month, or year. fuck i wish i'd fucking turn 20 soon. 19 just hasn't been a good year for me, not by a long shot.
after that i was thinkin about stuff to stop me from thinking about stuff that pissed me off, so i headed the wrong way on a one way street and started thinkin about the exams we have left. applied electromagnetic theory in particular. i've come up with a pretty vague but pretty darn convincing theory. they've been screwing us up the arse for this long and we haven't yet taken the paper that's usually the fucking toughest. since they've put up such *censored* papers for all the fuckin *easy* subjects, i think they'll have figured out we'd stop bothering to study for aet. then they could surprise us with such a fuckin easy paper, with a catch...ah, yes, the catch! its only fuckin easy if you bothered to study. at the end of all that, i guess, we'd all be left feeling like we've been sodomised by a giant sequoia.
let's see what's going to happen...