The rather immediate future

*Whine alert. Caveat emptor. Actual entry is after the whining.*

Ok. I've had a conversation with my friend over the IRC yesterday. Its always the same story so I'd just vent some over here. Maybe it'd help me think. It seems more likely to just get me more riled up. I'm currently going into university and have picked the science faculty. (Note to Fenrir: Yes, dumb, I know) I mean, I'm not really in much of a chooser's situation here! Qutie squeezed, actually. Like, I really would *not* want to work for the government, which I do not support. And to work for the media is about the same as working for the government, the media being a government dog anyway. As I would know, myself, I would rather do something related to literature, perhaps pure literature, or something. I'd had some bad JC years and I really don't want a repeat telecast. Like, the local education system is so dead that there probably won't be much discussion when it comes to studying science. I seriously totally really do not want to just cram the books, process a little and regurgitate to make my grade. I'd rather express my opinions over topics to convince the lecturers that I make the cut. Its seriously messed up. I cannot even be sure that that's the way things would go even in the arts faculty. I. NEED. INFORMATION! And not information from the locals. They seem so contented with whatever crap the system is feeding them. IS THAT AIR YOU ARE BREATHING, HMM!?! Overseas would seem like a good idea save the fact that I don't really have an exact idea about what, precisely, I'd study, and the moolah deficiency. In an ideal world, I wouldn't have to worry about that because the university would let me try out what I'd like to do before I actually dedicate myself to it. In my world...it apparently is not so. Note that I do not even bother to paragraph because this is a rant and I'm just spewing, but I digress. *balks at the mess* Ok, so maybe I'd go with the system, as much as I despise it. I'd just drop it if I don't like the way its turning out. On a separate note, the arts fac seems freer than the science fac. Doesn't seem like a bad thing. AURGH. I hate to be busy with schoolwork. I've got like a LIFE over here. (Note to Fenrir: Life's a lie when you take the "F" outta it) SNAFU. Like, quitting is so not my thang but I'd settle for it if my ideals are not upheld. And...if not for a certain two-year waste of time, I probably would've had the extra time to waste. I should've just declared, but thats just another story for another day. Damn it all. *pout*

Oh, and why do my parents insist on waking me up? Is it a parental thing? 'Coz...waking up when awoken is *NOT* my thang except maybe when I really have to. Learning driving and living my schedule these 6 months is apparently not gona be. My parents don't get it. I do, and that matters.
*Whine alert ended*


Ok. I am a lazy type so I'd not actually learned html to fully edit this document, and I totally am not bothered to use just enough to get this thang working. Seriously, if it works why change? Yes...if it doesn't, change it. So here I end up, beating my chest with music from my spiffy new speakers and deciding how in friggin' heck I would clean my room up. Its unsightly, but it seems to be such a chore to actually pick stuff up that isn't exactly in my way. Actually, I also need to make a mental note to ask the local charity if they'd accept my old computer. I'm quite attached to it and selling it to the junk guys would just break my heart. Yeah, I'm a sentimental fool. My old monitor, too. My system may look like crap but it runs like the dickens. Well...like the dickens to those who'd know how to get it up and running. I'm sure the charity guys can figure that out. Beats getting a measly $20 voucher out of a certain store from which I never actually buy stuff.

MMMmmm. Surge protector. Good to feel that I've got protection. I like protection. Been feeling rather insecure with all that lightning flashing about lately. Then again, I'm a rather insecure creature. Studies are probably just the tip of the spielberg. Maybe I should get that DDR mat to play on. Friends say that its plain silly, but so's the pink bag that I'm really attached to. *hugs pink bag* Mother stowed it away and forgot about it. Had me upset from all the searching.

Awake, not quite refreshed and rather grumpy.
Hey! This is like the longest blog entry since my blog's started! *pops the cork* That is, if you factor the whine in, just as I did.