I put the Laughter in Slaughter
Three exams down, and three left to go. I have Human Biology, Radiobiology and Medical Radiation Physics. Radiobiology is going to be the tough one. I hated all lectures, cos the lecturer was so-so. I swear the book is a better alternative.
I told myself that I would start studying a month before the actual exams. Well that fucking worked. I find myself studying like a crazy man a week before the actual exams. Arrgh, so much for trying to improve myself. But I think I'll pass. Probably Credit, may even Distinction. Anyway the weather has been acting up lately so staying indoors and warm, nose deep in books and notes is still a preferable idea.
Still sitting around, studying while chomping on some chocolate and slamming down shots of Coke is not going to make my body healthy. If there is one thing I truly believe in, it's that as you go through the University of Life, you must have a PhD in Getting the Fuck Away when Shit Happens. And you're gonna have trouble getting the fuck away on chocolate and Coke. Motivation. I need some of that. As soon as the 300 DVD comes out, I'm on it like stink on cheese. It's probably the most manly, testosterone laden piece of work since...since a whole lot of other manly things. I'd probably won't be Spartan, I would be able to run like the wind whenever trouble hits.
After the aforementioned exams, of course.
Ahem.
How do you guys dream? I occasionally get these weird, surreal dreams that make me wonder whether I should write them down and make a book or something. Like how a giant octopus is ravaging the beaches, how sentient spotches of colour ink are disrupting the world's electricity supply, or how there's a group of teenagers caught in a world of time travel, big explosions and sexual tension. I don't know about other people, but when I dream, it's deadly real except for the fact that there is actually no sound, but I can understand what people are saying as if there was sound. Makes sense? No? Don't worry.
Doctor Who season 3 is beginning to come to an end. Two more episodes before the season ends. The 11th episode is an absolute blast. With the revelation of another Time Lord. But I won't say who. I know a few people eagerly awaiting the ABC to start showing some Who action, but dammit, get cable and download the episodes.
Read Tales of MU. It's worth it and addictive as crack.
More cramming. Onwards.
4 comments:
ahh - but steven, why download it yourself when your dear friend *hint* who has already downloaded it and -- being the kind benovelent *hint* being that he is, will burn it for you one day *hint*.
x)
as a psych student, i feel almost obliged to help interpret your dreams but frankly, all i've been taught so far involve freudian analysis - and i'm sure you don't want me to go there.
hrms. that would make for an interesting blog though eh?
I dreamt that Rachele and I were in the city at night and I wanted to get 20 bucks out of an ATM so that I could get home, and the only ATM that we could find had no screen. We gave it a shot and we couldn't see what we were pressing.. and then like 2000000000 dollars came out and we got scared and the guy behind us looked really suss.
=) Study hard!
if shitloads of money started to come out, i would grab as much as possible then throw some in the air to distract people and run for it.
as for the doctor who, i'm capped so downloading one ep takes like 4 days. go organise some movie day or something and i might be able to bring it along.
my love for The Doctor will outlive the many weeks to come before ABC airs it. x)
--> too lazy to plan movie day, also: am starting to wonder if i am even capable of showing up to anything. it's been too long
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