I swear I had no idea this was coming
Don't you just love it when you find out that you find out that your research project is due up tomorrow and you've at best, only vague first draft?
Oh yes. At dinner, a casual "Oh, the coursework's due tomorrow, have you done it yet?" I overhear this and I desperately pray that they're talking about economics. Fat chance, my hopes shatter in the next 3 seconds. I think of their 5000 - 7000 work essays complete with pretty pictures and random equations tossed in to get some marks and I shudder. All I have is a gawky block of text with scribbled remarks done by my physics teacher that are hardly decipherable. I am so screwed.
To be fair, this is entirely my fault. Oh well, I'm sure there will always be a fellow comrade in the exact same situation tomorrow, not that I plan on just leaving it like that. Time to prepare for another late night.
When you know you really should be rethinking your survey pertaining to race and racism
This is best illustrated when you obtain data from a caucasian individual and proceed to pronounce it as "cow-car-sian"... Further symptoms include wondering which exact country a "cow-car-sian" comes from.
Well to be honest, I really shouldn't be laughing at this as I don't really know why a caucasian is well called a caucasian. I just have a general link that caucasian=white person. Drowning in boredom as always, further research ( 5 minutes spent looking up a wikipedia entry) reveals that: " The term Caucasian race, Caucasian or Caucasoid is used to refer to people whose ancestry can be traced back to Europe, North Africa, West Asia, Indian subcontinent and parts of Central Asia."
In the event you find yourself as bored as I am, you can either think of what goes on in this fictional land of "cowcarsia" where cows drive cars / cars are made of cows, or find out what the caucasian race really is. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasian_race
Random disturbing quote of the day
"You can sit on my lap then..." -
Random guy sitting next to me on the bench
Strewn with papers, books, unused pens and whatnot
You know you're messy when the only time your room starts to look like everyone else's is when they start packing up and pile their belongings in a slew of disorganized heaps and stacks.
Well, at least it looks as if i've already started...
Over, but not really complete
Exams and whatnot are finally over... Yet i'm actually more busy than i've been.
Teachers are way too anxious to get on with more new stuff. Breaks are unheard of.
And now the fun part, UCAS. Yay.
We're all sadistic really/ Lime cokes are bad for you/Sponsor me!!!!!
I recently did a 14.4 mile walk in shoes that were stiff as hell, all because my trainers were missing. I don't particularly enjoy pain. Yet the walk was supposed to raise funds for children in need, so I just did it anyway. I've raised 8 pounds so far, much less than the lofty target of 20 set by our in house organizer. Well, apparently, he's got over 50 pounds, which doesn't mean that if he can get 50 pounds I can. Rather, it's more of since most people have already donated that much, they're much less likely to donate again and sponsor me. Wonderful. But then, I digress. (Yes, there's actually something behind this mindless rambling and whining)
Anyway, donating money to save the children being abused by alcoholic parents, constantly living in fear of the next drunken fit of rage and so on is good and all. But why consider donating only after I tell you how many miles i'm doing? "Are you doing the 9 mile or the 14 mile course?" Really, this just implies that the only reason for donation is that you somehow get a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart as you picture people running, panting, getting stung by nettles. Pure sadistic enjoyment. Granted 14.4 miles isn't really much, but the same applies for full marathons...
Alternatively, I suppose that people don't ordinarily get much oppurtunity to donate, and conveniently, people doing marathons or swimathons come along. I do appreciate that you might think that if someone is willing to run 14.4 miles or 30 miles, then they must have a really great cause. Well, if you're thinking along those lines, you are so in denial. Yes, you're actually feeding that little sadistic creature in the dark recesses of your heart. The warm and fuzzy feeling in you heart that you get when donating isn't because you think:" Oh, with this 50 pence, I've just saved a child's life..." That dark little creature is actually the one giving that feeling.
So remember, the next time someone asks you to sponsor them for a marathon, think of that little malnourished guy in your heart and just donate.
(If the entire post above made no sense to you whatsoever and appeared as incongruous blabering jiberish, it's probably becuase it actually is. The writer of that atrocious article is currently on his 9th can of lime coke and is torn between regret for his bio practical and resignation for the chem practical in 8 or 9 hours. If however, you do feel inclined to have that happy sappy feeling, contact me and sponsor me... only 12 pounds more to go)
... and that was something I could have gone without knowing....
You'll never watch an anime the same way again, probably.
http://www.riuva.com/?p=111
