sudden shiver

Tomorrow I will begin the three-week process of deciding how to screw up the rest of my life.

At least this time I have three weeks.

kyrie eleison

Today I admitted to myself that I need to rest between pieces of music. Following 'Dies Irae' from Mozart's 'Requiem' with Japanese rock or Avenue Q is not always a good idea.

I love music.


P.S. small, insidious existential crisis. There seem to be so many of them around lately.

BRAIN IN VAT

HIPPOCAMPAL SLICES CAN BE MAINTAINED ALIVE AND FUNCTIONAL FOR MANY HOURS IN ITS NUTRIENT BATH.

OMG!!

cookbooks

At Kino yesterday, at the gift-wrapping counter:

'Excuse me, I think that's my roast chicken on the shelf behind you.'

The saleslady stared at him.

'In that Cold Storage plastic bag.'

The saleslady wrapping my book stared at him too.

'Excuse me?' the other saleslady said.

'I think you have my roast chicken, it's in that Cold Storage plastic bag behind you,' said the guy. He looked like a big stubbled family man and he was twice my height. 'I left it in the store just now.'

The two saleladies looked at each other, and the saleslady wrapping my book went back to wrapping my book, and we sort of giggled at each other.

The other saleslady, somewhat bemused probably, said, 'Where did you leave it?'

'At the tarot section, I think. Yeah, tarot section, across the science section...'

'Wait a while,' said the saleslady. The guy got his roast chicken back.




Who remembers that one about Julie leaving her baby in the supermarket?

oh!

I am in love with a hat.

I saw its face in a crowded place!

It's made of patchwork!!!

okay, adrenaline up.

Thank you so much teachers for the mock exams and the notes.

Mugging IN EARNEST now.

head count

Pertaining to my A level work, there are 13 arch files and 5 normal-sized files in my room. All of them are stuffed to the cover with paper.

Overall, counting preserved work from secondary school and other things, there are a grand total of 27 files in my room.

Happy birthday!

Happy Birthday XT!


(Thank you everyone for the pretty presents!)

Logical fallacy?

People can't be trusted => Trust no one.

What are the odds that I'll die of ventricular fibrillation before I'm twenty-five?

general arghness

I think it will be a good thing to have a rest day after every six days, so that I can take time off to do things like draw and bang on the piano and talk to my friends without having to worry that I'm wasting time. I will pretend that I am not wasting time by calling my rest day 'personal well-being' or 'a sanity-preservation neccessity' and keep my school materials far at bay so that I will not feel guilt pangs when I chance upon them. This is nearly impossible because my school materials are all over the place. My files are bursting with them and I shall have to buy two new ones on Monday to relieve their burden and welcome an influx of new loose sheets. Math prelim and practice papers have cost me $14 so far in photocopy fees, and history isn't much better off. I will see how I can have a guilt-free day of relaxation, and if that one guilt-free day of relaxation would cool my internal engines so much that I can't get started again, which is as likely to happen as anything else. Tomorrow I will do nothing but KI, in a chat with 4 friends, 1 acquaintence and 2 strangers, and nothing else. That will be a start.

I had my SATs today. There was one question I didn't know how to do. I still don't. If I get less than a perfect score it will be because of my essay and that one question. I remember that question perfectly but because I have agreed not to tell anyone about it at the back of the test OTAS booklet I probably can't, alas. But the essay is another thing altogether. It was the first section and I had missed it out somehow, so I was doing the second section when the invigilator, bless his eagle eyes, spotted me and went over. Then he turned my OTAS booklet one page back and I saw LINES, to my eternal horror, LINES. It was a one-in-a-thousand fluke and it cost me 5 minutes off my 25-minute allotment for essay time. Basically, SHIT. And given the quality of my answer (GP-style questions like that baffle me; I haven't had any training in what is acceptable, and that question asked about a specific something in which I have no opinion), the most I can get now is probably 4 out of 6. Argh. Argh!

One thing I am most sad about. There's a particular TV series that is coming to a close. It is the most tremendously fantastic live-action television drama I have ever seen. Love, family, politics -- lots of politics -- war, and all that. Filming, lighting, costumes, ACTING, characterisation down to the bone. It's coming to an end. Now is the final climax. Argh okay. Second last episode. I am watching it now.

Argh.

humdrum

I've spent the day out, in school and in the library, and am now so sorely tired that my bum is ready to fry. SATs tomorrow (good, I remembered), groceries bought. And I feel as if I haven't done anything. Frustrating.

I now have books to buy!

money! :(

mugger, mugger, muggeration, blast and damn and botheration

I feel strange. Not unhappy, just strange. Unmoved. Unexcited without being serene. Coasting. Hmmmmmm.

I should be raring up to go for the SATs on Saturday, but at the moment what I'm really worried of is that I'll forget all about it on the crucial Friday night. It's 7.45 on a weekend morning. DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET.

Am I regressing/progressing into a muggering profeciency?

If you don't hear from me for more than three weeks, assume that I have died.

Bye.

my traitorous fingers

Okay, now that jobbing is over, I feel a barely controllable urge to write.

3 weeks to A levels!