I woke up with a crappy headache this morning. So I’m just gonna start my blog posts as if we’re already in a middle of a conversation, if it’s alright with you. Yea, so just imagine we’ve been talking for a couple of minutes, and I grow sulkier and sulkier, until you finally blurt out “What’s the matter with you, fool?”, and I’ll reply that no, I’m actually not a fool, but I have a throbbing headache. Well, at least I have a good excuse to laze around in bed.
Things have been kinda dead lately. Not in a zombie way, but like a “monotonous craving for a monotonous response.” See? Finally these Lit quotes come in handy. I knew there was a good reason my brain chooses to retain these instead of my PIN and other important facts. But really, I’m bored. Come on, Canberra. Entertain me.
How is the workload, I hear you ask? It’s pretty okay so far, especially in my IR. It definitely helps to have a cute tutor. Not only is he a rationalist and supports the All Blacks like me, he’s frighteningly funny. A few times already over several tutorials he had me laughing so hard I got a little scared that I might not be able to stop. Yup, that dangerous mix of giddiness and terror—you can't beat that with a Wallaby supporter. IR never lets me down, I tell you.
Speaking of which, my psych course is starting to bother me. Not that I’m behind, but I don’t think I like it very much. Say on a scale of 1 to 100, I would be about 49ish. I realized that I care more about what people think than why they think a certain way. But it’s not exactly stabbing me with annoyance yet. It was quite fun last week, when they took my EQ. The test is based on five factors of Motivation, Self-regulation, Self-awareness, Social Skill and Empathy. I got a perfect score on four of the five factors except, of course, self-regulation. I would have punched someone in anger, but with my strong sense of self-control, I didn’t, and they still didn’t give me extra marks, those stingy psychos.
Good friends are really hard to come by. I swear, this will be the only part where I’m melancholic. I have friends here, and they’re incredibly nice to me, but I still feel quite detached. The jokes aren’t particularly funny, but I laugh anyway. I’m a horrible person. ACK. I guess I know things won’t be as fun if everything slides into place immediately. To be honest, my weariness amazes me.
Why are my posts always so darn long. (Quick, Rachel, post it before you return to your senses!)
