Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Can I have my life back? Thanks.

Every day when I wake up I'm always slightly surprised that I'm at university and living in Weir House. It seems like only a day ago, except less, that I was applying for university and my halls of residence. I will probably never understand why both were such terribly difficult and stressful processes, and I still can't really believe it all came together. I remember this one time just after I'd finished my NCEA level 3 exams that I miscounted my credits and came to a horrific conclusion that me achieving university entrance was impossible and I had the hugest meltdown and couldn't sleep for a night as all my hopes and dreams had been stolen from me. (Fortunately I realised in the morning how dramatic I was being and was ridiculously annoyed at myself. I was getting ready to work part-time retail for the rest of my life, but seems like that's not going to be the case. Thank the good lord Vishnu, the only deity I have deemed worth giving appraisal to. (only because Vishnu's believers have never crossed my path I'm sure)

So basically it's all on now, no more ice-breaker games and time-wasting, I officially have assignments for all of my classes and I'm not happy about it -- but what are you gonna do about it? Well I've already whinged for about a fortnight, so might be time to actually get onto things. There's one assignment especially that I have made some fantastic procrastination-themed excuses for not getting onto. The assignment (well, the initial stages) are to go and photograph an advertisement out on the streets somewhere and make sure the photo portrays the location of the advertisement as well as displaying what the advertisement actually is clearly. Today's reason for not doing this were that it's cloudy and not good weather, therefore not ideal for photographic purposes. Besides, all I have is my cellphone's camera which isn't ideal quality so I could do with any benefits (aka. a sunny day) that can be offered.

Lemme think what else I can to add to my ramble... well there was a fire drill at university today which was a good laugh. Yeah right. So boring. Standing around by myself for 15 minutes in the cold wind, in other words a normal Wellington day, with a t-shirt, fabric than Nicole Richie circa 2006, and some ludicrously heavy shoes I insist on wearing for no good reasons, was not what one would call "a laugh". I use that expression too much, and I'm not even sure my last sentence made sense or was grammatically correct but... whatever.

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