School's out, exam trauma, free time (?)

That just about sums up everything that has been going on in the past little while. The exams are over and I am not satisfied. The particularly miserable math exam was a bad way to end the season, or so to speak. So what will I do now? Lots of free time.. I've considered continuing studies over the holidays just to be more prepared for the next semester. That's what free time is for right? Nothing I did over the finals really justify any kind of "long break" anyways. Sure, I studied hard. I don't think I've ever put so much work into exams before.. But then again, the results don't really show it.

Actually, the marks aren't out yet so I should probably wait and see how I actually did before I condemn myself to studying over the break.

Note: This post may sound rather detached and malformed with all kinds of bad phrasing and such because I'm typing this while listening to Knights of Cydonia.. really hard to focus. Now to throw in something completely random:



Me being a complete asshole guarding the flag. Woo.

The Holy Binder

A strange thought entered my head today. With the recent death of my TI-83, I've started thinking about high school. What was particularly prominent in my head about that era? MY BINDER. My oh-so-famous binder that became a symbol of obsessiveness and pragmatism. It was one of those zip-up Binders from Superstore and was always filled to the point where you could literally use it to kill a dog (I frequently threatened people with it). So where has that binder gone? That legendary binder that was the conduit of all my power.. the fabled artifact that would unite the Middle East, solve global warming, and take us all to the Promised Land when the time was due..? Frankly, I don't know. After going through my usual annual cycle of emptying out previous year's work and filling with fresh supplies, it occurred to me that I was going to University. I wouldn't need to have a 30 lbs pile of notes and handouts on my back all the time. So, I stashed away my old notes somewhere in the abyssal depths of my house and the binder managed to evade my attention just long enough for me to forget about it until now. Maybe one day when I'm the leader of my own city-state, I'll lead an international campaign to find that binder. The world's nations will unite under a common flag and embark on an epic journey to find That Which Was Taken.

Oh wait, there it is. It's sitting on my shelf... Ah, well never mind then. Back to work.

Blog = Web Log

THIS is what a blog is. Hmm.. I guess I expected something more than just an online journal. No assault rifles? Robotic spiders? Super mutants? How can this be fun? Well, its always good to let brain ooze out somewhere.

I'm tired and I want to get a bit more out of my daily Science One slavery. It's really quite simple. Days of staying up till 4 to finish assignments simply aren't paying off. Furthermore, I want something more to look forward to every week other than just being able to sleep an extra two hours on Fridays (sure, this would have been more relevant weeks ago when Winter Break was further away, but here it is now. Live with it.) So why do you wake up in the morning? Yes, I'm asking YOU, the strange hypothetical reader of this miserable little blog with nothing better to do than to piss time away reading these posts (I am fully aware that this will be directed at myself more than anyone else.. who reads these things besides the authors anyways?). Back to the point, why do you wake up in the morning? In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to hit a slightly more philosophical note here. If you're thinking something along the lines of "to get out of bed", you think like me. Congratulations. People who ask retarded questions like that ought to rethink their life goals.

Anyways, back to work.