However, here are today's observations, hopefully in the chronological order of which I made them.
Random note before I start: Heee, my mother's listening to one of my U2 bootlegs! 31 December 1989, Dublin. Well, when you come in here looking for music to listen to ...
Something else random before I start. You lot might enjoy this.
Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
Back to my observations.
- It is really, really hard to get me disinterested in the plight of people in Africa. Some of you in particular know how passionate I am about some things. However, today's presentation about the forty hour famine completely lost me. It was poorly done, the speakers were boring, the videos were tacky, and I generally just did not like it.
- I had this idea built up in my mind that somehow, other grades had more maturity than mine. Walking to German, I happened to get caught in clumps of students that were grade eight or potentially nine or ten. Wow, talk about immature. Do you have the capability to say a sentence without the words 'gay', 'crap', 'hot', or 'oh my God'? Also, I thought the way people treated relationships in my grade were pathetically immature ... there should be some rule against high school relationships. Oh well, when I'm not rolling my eyes in disgust, I find these people rather amusing. "Hey, don't tell him I like him!" "Oh, I'll tell him you like [random name]!" "NOOOO!" *one squeals, other starts laughing* "Don't be gay!" "I will, I will!" "Oh my God, no!" "I'm going to!" GROW. UP.
- Headaches hurt and impair the study of foreign languages. I had the most splitting headache all through German. It's come and gone throughout the day. I think it's my tiredness. I feel absolutely wasted by the time I go to bed, but I can't sleep, then I wake up repeatedly throughout the night, and then I have a headache for the whole day. Bah.
- English speech is due on Tuesday. I haven't started. I'll probably get up there and speak off the top of my head. Woo! Fun. Seriously, I'm hyped up about this.
- Most of the guys and a few of the girls in my English class should be shot.
- If you think Meursault (as in the character in Camus's The Outsider) committed an act of premeditated murder, READ THE BOOK AGAIN. I just couldn't get that through Patrick's thick skull. How was it premeditated? I'm arguing he should be held criminally liable for the murder (we have to do a speech and argue how criminally liable Meursault should be), and even I can tell it wasn't premeditated. He ended up on the beach by chance and he came across the Arab by chance. You're ignoring the book if you think it was premeditated. My whole argument is that he was in complete control of his actions when he pulled the trigger and no excuses can be made for him.
- Study is gooood.
- People who even dare to look at my computer screen need to understand what's coming to them.
- The Maths B assignment is possibly the best maths assignment we've ever had. Hurrah!
- Why spend your lunchtime doing nothing when you can go to the library? I sat around reading Dante's Divine Comedy, and I absolutely loved it. I must read the rest. I read up to Canto IV of Inferno, I think. Well, now I know where I'm spending all my lunchtimes. Ahh, literature ...
- Study is veeeery gooooooood.
- The computers in the library are HORRID. Gah. They make me want to rip my eyes out.
- I'm feeling decidedly poetic right now, which is a good thing.
- SOR today was BLOODY INCREDIBLE. Someone should've taped Johnno. Some of what he said today was classic, and the way he totally ripped apart life without belief in a God was BRILLIANT. I should've jotted down some notes. Best case for theism I've heard in a long time. That man should be on ... something. I don't know what. Everyone should go to SOR, that's for sure.
- Ignorance is not always bliss. Especially when you're the one feeling ignored.
- I can't stop listening to Where The Streets Have No Name, 26 December 1989. I can't really stop listening to the whole concert, but it's that song in particular that's got me. It makes me want to go out and read a lot of Wordsworth. I've totally fallen for the Lovetown tour right now. I'm just saddened they gave up on In God's Country so quickly. But the first verse of that song for some reason rings really true right now.
Desert sky, dream beneath a desert sky
The rivers run but soon run dry
We need new dreams tonight
- Speaking of dreams, I had some REALLY WEIRD dreams last night. No surprise really, because my dreams tend to be weird. I think I discovered a couple of things about myself in the process.
- Rain, rain, go away. I don't want it to rain tomorrow. Though having extra classes due to a cancellation of sport could prove beneficial ...
- The Unforgettable Fire is a musical masterpiece. I can just feel the scene being painted with the music. I love it when Bono says "[something I forget] with the Edge orchestra." Too right. I love some of the sounds he gets out of that guitar live.
Ow. Owowow. Headache. This has to go away, it's getting beyond a joke. I'm thinking maybe I should take something for it, or go to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. I'm also worried at the excessively high amounts of sleep I need to cope. I know people who live perfectly fine with five or six hours sleep a night, but I need eight at the barest minimum, otherwise I just collapse. Hmm.
--- 6:53pm ---
I don't normally do these sorts of things, but archives can be so amusing. Especially when the answer is about Lily.
1.Go into your LJ's archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
I'm sick of her, I'm sick of problem after problem after problem, I'm sick of her pessimism, I'm sick of her negative attitude, I'm sick of her expecting the worst from people.
Wow, a long time ago.