Dear diary,
Three weeks left of holidays and I've not figured out my plans yet. There are of course the usual thoughts on getting some exercise, write a chapter and study, but some looming deadlines are starting to creep up like a bad Christmas movie. At least it's something I enjoy, although that only makes procrastination seem more sinful.
This new article's about spending only 10 bucks for a month's worth of beauty regime. Pretty tough topic, considering my knowledge of skincare only consists of water, facial wash and a terry towel. Now I'm playing with ideas of garden soil and used teabags, among others. Then again, I wouldn't want to be the first student writer to get incarcerated for a bimbo's disfigurement. I'm sure that would jumpstart my career. And I'm not even paid for it. Sounds funny at the moment though.
Studying during the holidays redefines geekdom, yet the thought keeps lingering like morning breath in my mind. A psychoanalysis of myself(by myself) gave rise to several plausible conclusions for this strange anomaly:
1. I did badly for the recent semester.
2. I'm insane.
3. I have a fetish for new textbook smells.
4. I've grown to like studying.
5. I'm sick of getting coals from Santa.
6. Geek is the new cool.
7. Studying is easier than having a life.
8. Academic texts are the cheapest form of stimulants. For the mind.
9. I'm too lazy to have fun.
10. "A guy without a girl and money is best seen with a book and a bright future" - sq, 2005
Some might hold true more than the others. I guess the most believable option would be the first one. Can't get it out of my system yet, the grades that apparently failed me. This failure is more moral than technical, yet there's a vehement sense of shame, guilt and quiet anger at myself.
Other than that, I'm all happy thoughts and holiday hoolaboo. Give me a pudding anytime. And some alcohol to go with it. And don't forget the mahjong.
Three weeks left of holidays and I've not figured out my plans yet. There are of course the usual thoughts on getting some exercise, write a chapter and study, but some looming deadlines are starting to creep up like a bad Christmas movie. At least it's something I enjoy, although that only makes procrastination seem more sinful.
This new article's about spending only 10 bucks for a month's worth of beauty regime. Pretty tough topic, considering my knowledge of skincare only consists of water, facial wash and a terry towel. Now I'm playing with ideas of garden soil and used teabags, among others. Then again, I wouldn't want to be the first student writer to get incarcerated for a bimbo's disfigurement. I'm sure that would jumpstart my career. And I'm not even paid for it. Sounds funny at the moment though.
Studying during the holidays redefines geekdom, yet the thought keeps lingering like morning breath in my mind. A psychoanalysis of myself(by myself) gave rise to several plausible conclusions for this strange anomaly:
1. I did badly for the recent semester.
2. I'm insane.
3. I have a fetish for new textbook smells.
4. I've grown to like studying.
5. I'm sick of getting coals from Santa.
6. Geek is the new cool.
7. Studying is easier than having a life.
8. Academic texts are the cheapest form of stimulants. For the mind.
9. I'm too lazy to have fun.
10. "A guy without a girl and money is best seen with a book and a bright future" - sq, 2005
Some might hold true more than the others. I guess the most believable option would be the first one. Can't get it out of my system yet, the grades that apparently failed me. This failure is more moral than technical, yet there's a vehement sense of shame, guilt and quiet anger at myself.
Other than that, I'm all happy thoughts and holiday hoolaboo. Give me a pudding anytime. And some alcohol to go with it. And don't forget the mahjong.
posted by sq @ 6:11 PM
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