Clean Day.

One exam down!

Yesterday saw me finish off my first exam - Economics of Health and Education - and I now have a nice week and a half before my next three - which occur in two days, otherwise known as hell.

So today is Clean Day, my room needed a good clean and it now smells like vacuum cleaner and spray and wipe. My axolotl, Napoleon also needed a clean so I spent an hour doing that. He's now completely stressed out as he hates anyone interfering with his kingdom.

It was also cool how Barack Obama secured the nomination last night. About time - now we got to get onto the election - what an epic one that shall be.

Finally, Arrested Development quote of the moment from the third season. By my favourite character Tobias: Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over— an analyst and a therapist. The world's first analrapist.

The end of one particular kind of madness.

It's over.

Internal assessment is over. Such a thing just makes me so happy.

This essay I wrote ended up being one I just couldn't care about. I am so bored with a topic like "media imperialism". It's my own fault really, what could I expect after doing papers like "understand contemporary media", "political communications in new zealand" and "theorising digital media". I'm burned out on the media after doing my fourth paper on it.

It's a relief that this is my final semester (providing nothing awful happens.... again.). Though it should be added I still find all aspects of microeconomics to be fascinating - macro bores me.

I stayed up until 4am writing before deciding to go to bed, I think I should have just done what I did last week and stay up all night fueled by unhealthy amounts of coffee but I decided to sleep. I woke up and felt ruined for the rest of the day. And today. I felt pretty good last week - I'm clearly not up for sleeping 4-5 hours at a time. It's either none or nine.

After handing in the essay I was so tired that I made my way to the AV center in the library and just watched Battlestar Galactica for four and a half hours. I had recently found out it was in the library and heard it was good so I thought I'll give it a shot. I don't know if it was the crazy talking but it was pretty fucking good. I totally want to watch more.

The way home was surreal, it was raining and everything just seemed weird, from the polynesian singers who had hidden themselves in some crevice of the postmodern library outside to the pot smokers who meet every friday at four o'clock or something who were just standing there - smoking in the rain. Just seemed weird to me.

The next couple of days will be dedicated to relaxation. Before I start getting into exam prep. The madness has only just began.

Truth.

From PHD Comics. I tend to deviate between Mid-Center, Nearest Exit and Against the Wall.

Hehehehe

It felt so good to get a sleep after doing the all-nighter, I'm still a little screwed up from it. My hands are shaking a little, I'm finding myself walking around aimlessly a lot and I keep getting words wrong but I'm sure that'll all pass soon. It needs to, because I've got more stuff due next friday.

I found out about comic Pearls Before Swine from a post by Scott Adams and up at the top is today's. I like it.

10am

Argghhhhhhhh. This all nighter has left me feeling wasted.

Luckily I don't have far to go. I've finished essay number one and have about 800 words to go on essay number two and I'll be all done...

And still have 6 hours to go. 8 cups of coffee consumed. Yeeech!

8am

After taking an hour break to go home and eat I am now just back over where I was before I decided to be a moron and click two wrong buttons in succession.

Nearly finished one. Start next one soon.

We have 8 hours to go.

6am

Ten hours to go.

In my sleep-deprived state I have just wiped out 500 words by forgetting to save.

I hate things.

2am

It's 2am in the morning. I'm on four cups of coffee and have 14 hours to write an additional 1000 words for one essay and start and finish another 1000 word essay. Why do I do this to myself?

I wonder if I'll do it next week when I have a big essay and a decently sized assignment due on Friday. Sigh.

What a film that could have been...

Studying at the moment at 1am in the computer room on campus for my Robert Altman essay that is due on Friday, about three times now its been mentioned that he was dropped for the Ragtime film which turned out (apparently) rather average. I would have so loved to see an Altman version of Ragtime. Pity Altman's dead now.

Stupid Vicious Circle

The sad thing is how true it is sometimes. Not this week... I hope.

So confused right now

• I have a test at 7pm
• I study up until then, sending a text message to my flatmate about 15 minutes before test starts saying "i'm screwed"
  
• I arrive. I'm a minute early. But everyone has already started on their tests.
  
• 8.15pm, the 15 minute warning before the end of the test arrives much sooner than expected. End result: I finish 29 marks worth of the questions out of 50.
  
• I come home and something doesn't feel right. All that I do though is go to the video store to return The Triplets of Belleville.
  
• I suddenly come to a realisation of what's going on. I get back home and knock very loudly on my flatmate's door to check when I sent that text.
  
• As I expected: 7.15pm
• So I somehow lost the ability to read clocks and mistook 7pm for 7.30pm. I'm very annoyed with myself. And very confused.
• I'm also probably fucked. I needed 40% to get terms and I doubt I achieved that. I think I answered the questions fairly well but 20 out of 29? God I hope I did.