Someone stole my brain...
I think it might be in a jar, in a room...somewhere. Most likely on a shelf with a little label on it "Shortstopicus Brain, very rare and very tired. Replace at the end of term."Finals are nearly upon me and try as I might the motivation is lacking. I sit down to study and I immediately see something far more interesting to do - like make little paper aeroplanes. It's happened before and generally I get a surge (ooer missus) of work ethic 72hrs before my first exam and start stuffing the information into my head. In the meantime, whilst waiting for this, I sit...and I ponder...and I read nonsense on the internet.
Tomorrow I call Glasgow and ask them if I have an interview. They've sent letters out, but the post it taking up to a month to get here - so I think a phone call is in order. If they say no I will do my best not to sob down the phone and wail "Whhhhyyyyyyyy??!!".
It's cold here right now. Very bloody cold. Like, fingers so cold you can't feel them until you accidently hit them on the metal part of your seat belt and then they hurt like hell on earth.
I think my problem this term is that I've been...bored. A terrible thing to admit, but I think it's true. My courses haven't exactly grasped me and they contain no new information to me. Next term will be different - a host of new courses and much, much, much work! It will be madness...of my mind...
posted by Shortstop @ 11:13 pm
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