i am typing this entry now in the USP reading room where people all around are *supposed* to be studying and this couple of gals sitting behind me are making so much noise with the photocopy machine that i think they have coerced the photocopying machine into photocopying the entire bible. what is wrong with these people? just borrow the damn book lahh! annoying.
anyway back to the subject of today's incoherent rant- my beloved magpies are not flying very highly at the moment. . . urgh. . . its really frustrating to watch them struggle through week in week out, playing with as much confidence as a captain watching his ship sink into oblivion. i guess what makes this feeling all the worse is having the same thing sinking into your gut for the past 11-12 years, one disappointment after another, one heartbreak after another, but none as evocative as what transpired in mid-96. . . and no, the agony and misery does not improve with frequency.
on a sidenote, i've been doing alot of really stupid things recently, like trying to open the club room door with my PGP transponder. . . going to the shower, taking off my clothes, and realising that i did not bring my shampoo and soap. . . going to the library to borrow books, only to discover that i did not bring my matric card. . . but you know what's the dumbest thing i've done this entire semester? taking EL2101. yes. that takes the cake. absolutely and totally.
the girls behind me are STILL photocopying their notes, i presume now that they are done with the bible, they are on to Tolstoy's "War and Peace". . . i will go for my class at 6, and if i come back and they are still photocopying notes, i will report them for indiscrimate use of paper and for being a threat to the continued survival of trees worldwide.
pls do not get me wrong, i have got nothing against people who do their readings dilligently, in fact i do my fair share of reading from soccernet.com and the occasional men's magazine. . . so ya, its just how much reading those people are doing that makes me a little worried about my future plans of being the Minister of Edcation before 40, but trust me, its not half as worrying as seeing the magpies defence swivel around on the ball. . .
My Heart of Darkness.
where the thin line between illusion and reality becomes blurred by the very hand that draws it; where the search for answers lead to more questions; where you have to be broken to be built; where nothing sees miracles but misery. Welcome to my Heart of Darkness.
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