Walked into the same examination hall today. That same examination hall was the same temperature as it was yesterday, that is, about -50 degrees. Ok, ok, so that’s a slight exaggeration, but only by a factor of 52 degrees. Yes, that’s right, we were asked to sit a 3-hour exam in a hall that was colder than your average fridge interior.
Mind you, didn’t affect me. Had extra clothes on, AND a hot water bottle!
The exam itself though, oh dear, I mucked it up. I mean, I wrote tons, we’re talking 17 pages again, but it was such b*llox. It was a case of ‘write down everything I know about the subject and I might just pass’. Just couldn’t get going.
Gotta prepare for my final exam on Thursday afternoon now. Not at all confident about that one. Oh well, at least I have a cute girlfriend to make me feel better afterwards ;-p
You know what though, I am well chuffed about one thing, and that’s my lack of seizures over the past few weeks. Last term I was fitting like a wild mongoose being chased by a snapping turtle on valium. Got so bad I had to up my medication (Epilim Chrono/Sodium Valproate) to 1400mg. Still, after a week of non-stop drinking just before Christmas I felt much better, and lowered my intake of purple pills to 1000mg daily. Haven’t had a problem since, despite the stress of exams. I think my letting go of some mad idea that I might get a First for my degree has helped. No-one cares after you graduate anyhow. It did matter last year, but for various reasons which I cannot divulge here, it doesn’t this. (…year, if you insist that I finish the sentence)
I’m enjoying being back in my room. I like my futon. I’m also enjoying relative isolation (brief exposure to good friends in ice factories and lunch with my damn sexy lady being the exceptions). Also, I’ve finally managed to rid my local airwaves of nearly all the cack that had invaded my “My Music” folder. Thing is, like many people these days, I have about 70GB of music tucked away under my bed in an electronic metal box with a blue flashing light on (otherwise known as external hard drive). That’s 10,306 songs to be precise. There used to be a lot more, but crikey was there a lot of what can only be described as really smelly bird poo in .mp3 format. I inherited it from a friend about two years ago (there was, incidentally, a lot of decent stuff included in the transfer too), and have been trying to sort through it ever since. It’s only in the last couple of months though, since I switched to i-Tunes with its easier interface (than Media Player) that I’ve got around to disinfecting my spinning magnetic disk. I’m talking stuff which is apparently described as ‘R&B’, which I can only guess stands for ‘Rubbish and B*llox’. Tends to involve a lot of rapping too (that is, talking so fast that the meaningless of the lyrics are cunningly conceiled).
All those ‘artists’ that go “Wiggy, Yo Yo” and wear baggy tracksuits, have huge great medallians round their necks which I’m sure they stole from BA out of the ‘A’ Team one day when he was sedated in order to be put on a helicopter, and they do kind of peace signs towards the camera which for some reason always seems to be positioned on the road in front of them and their fellow ‘gangstaz’. Perhaps they can’t afford a tripod. They certainly couldn’t afford singing lessons or lyric-writing classes so it would’t surprise me if a tripod was beyond reach of their budget, most of which was probably spent paying half-naked women with breasts the size of rhino testicles (we’re talking a rhino that is feeling really horny, and hasn’t got laid for a long time to appear in their videos. Half-naked women are all well and good, they have their place, namely in my bedroom, I mean they would have if I didn’t already have my own half-naked woman. Oh, and also if they didn’t have such huge breasts. I really don’t go in for big breasts, having been battered by a pair in the last century. “Small but firm, think long term” a wise sage once said (aka Stewart in Tokyo). Personally I’ll go for just right thank you very much.
Ok, ok, I’ll get back to the Kanji.