Hello Readers,
No, that’s not meant in any kind of deep philosophical ‘heavy’ kind of way, just simply that when you put more than 8 books in a bag it gets to weigh quite a bit. Finding the books and lugging them around has to be one of the worst parts about doing essays and research. I really wish that Uni would just hurry up and spend the money to digitize everything already, then I wouldn’t even need to come to the library in the first place!
The ‘not going in the first place’ thing would of saved me from another potentially awkward moment too – the old, meeting your lecturer in the halls just after you weren’t in the class, for the 3rd week in a row. The first two weeks I had legitimate reasons of course, #1 I was in Japan, and #2 I was sick, but today I made the priority call that I had little to be gained from listening to my classmates talk about their research topics, and in fact I needed to get these books for my essay, but it still made for a slightly awkward moment as I was heading to a meeting with one of my other lecturers and bumped into the professor after the class.
On the plus side, bumping into her meant I got my book review back that I wrote about a month ago. All the effort to hand it in early and all it got was a B+, which is a good mark but I find that the people paying the 2nd largest portion of my tuition fees (My parents, the government pays the most), are not satisfied with anything less than an A, and if it is an A, why was it not an A+, so in that light, a B+ is not something to be overly content with really. So far this semester all my marks have been in the B range, which I imagine is about average. Does anyone know what the real average mark is? I don’t.
All in all it was a very productive day, but unfortunately getting the books is only a minor part of the mission, now I actually need to read through them and find some information of substance for my essay. It’s going to be a busy rest of the week, and to top it off I need to go to the dentist tomorrow!
I hate the dentist. I have a needle phobia, so I prefer not to get jabbed in the face with the anesthetic stuff, but that means that I KNOW the dentist is going to be a very, very painful experience. I just hope I make it out with all the teeth I go in with, and that the dentist can actually fix the painful tooth and not just rip it out of my head. If you do get a local anesthetic, are you allowed to drive home? That could be entertaining, getting pulled over on suspicion of drinking and driving at 11am, then slurring my words and not being able to speak properly. Good one. I think I’ll get a taxi.
It’s been a few days now since the old dog Red passed away, but I still find myself forgetting that she’s gone, which means it keeps feeling a little strange to not see her on her sofa. I guess seeing as we dug a hole and buried her on Saturday night, it would be even stranger to actually see her on the sofa again. I felt a bit bad though because just after we finished burring her, the rain poured down heavy for ages, I imagine the hole down the garden that she was put in, turned into a muddy swimming pool. Something she’d of loved playing in but not so,ething that it was very pleasant to imagine her laying at the bottom of. The sky cleared up this afternoon though so the ground should dry up and set properly now.
With the dog gone however, the cats have decided they are in charge, and have taken to sitting with us humans at all times, and demanding to be given all that extra attention we must now have spare. It is very funny to see, but not so funny when those demands are made in the early morning while one is sleeping and a cat has decided to make itself at home on the middle of the bed.
Anyway I better get some sleep so I don’t fall asleep and bite down on the drill tomorrow, it might go straight up into my brain or something equally lethal. I don’t know how well I’ll be speaking tomorrow so I might be writing again just because I wont of been able to speak my mind any other way all day. We’ll see how it goes. For now let me leave you with ‘Ahkmed The Dead Terrorist’ the guy with his hand up Ahkmeds ass is Jeff Dunham. More of his funny stuff on you tube.
Why is it people with a puppet on their hand can get away with saying nearly anything? Is it because people think it’s really the puppet talking?
Part 1:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhVpoRaTdj0
Part 2:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dq-VlHYaGYs
By the way, do any of you read web comics? I’m always looking out for new and funny stuff to read and I have a month of vacation coming up, so if you know any good comics leave me a comment and I’ll check it out.
Thanks!