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We meet again, Mr Samsa
Jan. 4th, 2005 11:04 pmOooh, I didn't update yesterday... I'm sorry livejournal, I... I... *sob*
Haha.. I went down to ECU today for the"OMG! So you did TEE and you want to get into Uni but you're all OMG Lyk what do eye do!?!!!!one!11!!"
.... for the "So. You want to get into Uni, but you're not sure whether your TER is actually good, like a St Bernard when you're burried in the snow is good." With![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lone_one and marmot_pie (in both alphabetical order *and* order of appearance... damnI'mawesome), who are cool. marmot_pie brought joy on a disc for my keeping. Smashing Pumpkins good.
Discovered that having BA Of Arts as first preference is not entirely stupid/ludicrous, which is good. Found the Ultimate Safety Net, a creative writing/journalism/internet studies type course at Curtin with a TER cutoff last year of only 79... brilliant :D There's no way it's increasing by over 5 in one year... unless God really does hate me... but I doubt that.
Then I went home and drew, because I didn't have to work! It was fantastic. I actually had 4 hours to spend on nothing but drawing... it was a happy time of good feelings. Or actually, a pleasant lack of strong emotions that always happens when drawing something I'm intently focused on. It's a good feeling. And, whether anyone else likes my art or not, it makes me feel good, so, it's purpose is fulfilled :) and if people like it, bonus :D
But feel sort of empty now. It isn't unpleasant, because it isn't anything. This happens sometimes. It's not depression, by the way, it's... a void. Very strange.
My fingers are long. I think they're cool.
Oh yes. I have to appologise for being so very, very asleep yesterday when you dropped by,uruserce. I feel guilty now. And that purple smudge around my eye was originally a circle of purple Zinc. Hey, it looked awesome before sleep smudged it everywhere. So yes. In my defence, I was so asleep. Way asleep. Like whoah.
What else did I have to say? Ohhh. Yes.
Hisss!!!
Ok, I'll go now, because anything else that's going to come out of my mind from this point forth we all know is going to be complete and utter contemptible garbage. Oh yes. Garbage. So
Ciao... not that I speak Italian.
Haha.. I went down to ECU today for the
.... for the "So. You want to get into Uni, but you're not sure whether your TER is actually good, like a St Bernard when you're burried in the snow is good." With
lone_one and marmot_pie (in both alphabetical order *and* order of appearance... damnI'mawesome), who are cool. marmot_pie brought joy on a disc for my keeping. Smashing Pumpkins good. Discovered that having BA Of Arts as first preference is not entirely stupid/ludicrous, which is good. Found the Ultimate Safety Net, a creative writing/journalism/internet studies type course at Curtin with a TER cutoff last year of only 79... brilliant :D There's no way it's increasing by over 5 in one year... unless God really does hate me... but I doubt that.
Then I went home and drew, because I didn't have to work! It was fantastic. I actually had 4 hours to spend on nothing but drawing... it was a happy time of good feelings. Or actually, a pleasant lack of strong emotions that always happens when drawing something I'm intently focused on. It's a good feeling. And, whether anyone else likes my art or not, it makes me feel good, so, it's purpose is fulfilled :) and if people like it, bonus :D
But feel sort of empty now. It isn't unpleasant, because it isn't anything. This happens sometimes. It's not depression, by the way, it's... a void. Very strange.
My fingers are long. I think they're cool.
Oh yes. I have to appologise for being so very, very asleep yesterday when you dropped by,
uruserce. I feel guilty now. And that purple smudge around my eye was originally a circle of purple Zinc. Hey, it looked awesome before sleep smudged it everywhere. So yes. In my defence, I was so asleep. Way asleep. Like whoah. What else did I have to say? Ohhh. Yes.
Hisss!!!
Ok, I'll go now, because anything else that's going to come out of my mind from this point forth we all know is going to be complete and utter contemptible garbage. Oh yes. Garbage. So
Ciao... not that I speak Italian.
