I'm free!!

Finally, exams are over, and I can face the summer full on! At least, until my results come out and I have to figure out how much bullshitting I can get away with concerning how bad they'll be.

Not much happened within the last two or three weeks between this and the last blog, but a couple of interesting things did happen. I was in the city a few days ago, waiting for the bus, and then some dude comes up to me and asks me if I know where to get weed. What the hell you talking about, you idiot, does it look like I know where to get weed? I'm well-groomed, relatively neatly dressed, and relatively clean, looking (and smelling) like any other normal person - and you're wearing a pair of old-looking jeans, a t-shirt, and smell like you'd probably been smoking too much in one day. I know all kinds of people take drugs, but honestly, is that really the smartest thing you should be doing, walking up to random people and asking if they know where to get weed? I said no to his question, obviously, but then he immediately turned around and then asked the guy sitting next to me. Getting another no answer, he staggered off down towards North Terrace.

The only other event of note happened yesterday, during my last exam. This guy gets up and starts staggering through the aisles, bumping my friend's chair a couple of times, wearing this grin on his face. And then he starts stagger-runnning, making a lot of noise with his thongs, and he runs AT the wall. I'm serious, he ran at the wall. You could see him semi-staggering, semi-running, making a bee-line for the wall. The crappy staggering act didn't mask much, but fortunately the invigilators were looking the other way. He smacks his head into the wall, falls down on the floor, and then the invigilators all rush over to him and see if he's okay and stuff. About ten minutes later, he's being wheeled out of the exam hall by paramedics and wearing a grin like the Cheshire Cat. I wonder what would drive him to deliberately try to feign injury and escape the exam like that. It was an Asian guy, so I can imagine that it was probably due to too much pressure from parents. I am feeling really glad now that I was more of a letdown to my parents, so they can't use the Chinese standard anymore - you MUST get A's, anything else is considered a fail. I feel for you, guy. Parental pressure is a very bad thing.

Now then, how will I spend my summer? It would be nice if I could get a girlfriend, and then I could have a (corny as it sounds) Summer of Love. I suppose I'm a hopeless romantic (or really need to get out more, more likely that). More likely I'm going to spend the summer working and earning money towards that move-out fund. Working three or four days a week should still leave enough time for sessions of WoW, and I should be able to earn enough to buy whatever happens to be the flavour of the week (be it models, games, manga, or something else), and still have some left over for debts, the move-out fund, or whatever.

With the end of exams, and the advent of summer, it's time I embarked on another diet and weight loss phase. This happens every year - I finish one semester/half-semester, and decide to try to lose weight in one way or another. Let's hope this time I'm more successful. I've decided to try for a more basic diet - a liquid breakfast, yoghurt/fruit, and some sort of vegetarian dish thingy for dinner. Let's hope I can stomach the vegetables, since it's only been within the past few years that I've been able to eat vegetables easily, but I still have to force myself to eat things like broccoli, cauliflower or cabbage, and I still would pick something else over a salad if I had a choice.

Here's to hoping.

Almost there ...

Damn, it's about that time of year. The bane of all students. The Words That Should Never Be Spoken. Yes, it's *gasp* exam time. Thank god (I really should put in Buddha, since I consider myself Buddhist, but meh, I was raised in a Christian society) that I've only got three this year. But oh, what a horrible time table. One exam this coming monday, and then the other two next to each other at the end of the week after. But still ... I'm scared. Usually the lecturers who write the exams usually manage to pull something out of their ass to make us lose marks on it. Well, I can at least console myself with the fact that I'll probably be getting at least a credit on my bioethics, if not a distinction or a high distinction. Hehe, my first D or HD ^_^ ... hopefully.

As well as end of year exams, we're also drawing closer to that time of year beloved of small children, fat men, retailers, economists, and corporate executives - Christmas! I personally am rather cynical about the whole affair - it was originally to celebrate the birth of Christ, so where the hell did all these other things come from? Gift-giving customs? Having to put up and decorate a tree? A suspicious fat man who comes down chimneys to deliver presents to children? Christmas has lost its original meaning, so it is only there as another holiday in the year and a time when buying reaches an all-time high as children nag parents for the latest shiny gizmo. I suppose it's the fact that I've never had a really good Christmas time in a while (heck, it's been a while since I actually got a Christmas present, truth be told), and that I rather prefer spending less time with my family. When you have more fun at home by yourself than with your family, that's generally a bad sign. I wonder why.

Well, at least the impending day of Christmas means another thing - my birthday! At the very least, I'll be a little older and hopefully less fat than I was last year - although that doesn't seem very likely. Curse you sweet and tasty foods!

Recently, I've been playing a lot of bishoujo games. I wonder if it's out of sexual frustration or something. I have no girlfriend, going to an all boys' school meant I had minimal contact with girls, and the chances I did have I blew, mainly by accidentally walking in on them changing when I did have relatively regular contact with girls when my high school collaborated with a girls' only school in doing plays. I swear, it must be like I'm cursed or something. It happened in year 10 when we were doing a rehearsal for our play - I walked in on a girl (that supposedly liked me) changing, and then the same thing happened when I was part of the French play that our school puts on a couple of years later. Obviously, it was a different girl, and I had no idea what her feelings were. Even now, I ain't too good around girls, and haven't had much luck. I asked one out earlier this semester - she said okay, but never really gave me any further response after that, so I imagine she didn't want to. The other brushed me off saying she was busy. Perhaps I should really shape up. But the problem is it's so hard! Not to mention that my mum keeps buying fatty foods all the time. Damn you, it's not a matter of willpower! If it's not there to eat, it's not able to make me fat! But that's not the point. I have had girls on the brain for the past week or two. Especially after this really nice Chinese chick came up to me on Sunday to buy a lotto ticket and I couldn't stop looking at her chest. I swear, I tried to keep looking at her face, but kept unconsciously gazing at her chest, like they were the greatest set of melons that I had seen. Certainly, they were - I won't describe them, for fear of offending female readers more than I alreayd might have - and after she left the shop, for some reason I kept looking at the chests of other young women who came to buy lotto tickets as well. Incidentally, although Asian girls are known for being rather flat-chested (this is not a fact - it's hearsay), that Chinese girl had the best set of breasts that I had ever seen. Not too big, nice and round, and looking soft to touch.

Bah ... I have to get my mind off breasts and back onto studying for exams ... but it's so fun to procrastinate ...