Friday, 1 May 2009

Do you know your enemy?

In my perpetual search for ways in which to procrastinate, I stumbled across the following question: 'Will tomorrow be better than today?' I was greeted with a tumbleweed bumbling its way through my neural pathways. 'How am I supposed to know?!' I thought. But that's just it, isn't it? I don't know what tomorrow will bring, and there's no way I ever could. The conclusion I ultimately arrived at is that no matter how bad today might have been, tomorrow has the potential for being so much better. I've always struggled with my outlook on life, regularly shifting between optimist, pessimist and occasionally erring on the side of apathetic, cantankerous git, but thinking that tomorrow is going to be just as bad as today is quite probably self-fulfilling. I think it's that time of year where I perform a little bit of cognitive-behavioural therapy on myself and attempt to change my outlook on life. Optimism, here we come! In keeping with that theme, today is awesome because of friendship.

Chemistry, however, is not awesome. It has officially defeated me. I'm waving the white flag of failure. I give up. I've struggled through two years of the blasted subject and, weeks before the final exams, I throw in my battered towel. There is no way on Earth that I will pass at a standard high enough to get me into university, so I have to consider new paths to trudge down now. I'll let you know how that goes.

In an attempt to have some structure in these things, I will end every blog with something sexy and something unsexy. No, that does not mean you get pictures of me in my underwear (I'll leave it up to you to decide which category that belongs to).


Sexy: Dr. Gregory House. Dr. Cox, too, while we're on the subject. Logically, they should be repulsive yet both of them ooze sex. Don't deny it, ladies. Le swoon.
Unsexy: Trying way too hard to be the centre of attention. You're just making a fool of yourself. Stop.


P.S. I GOT TICKETS TO SEE GREEN DAY IN OCTOBER. SQUEE.
P.P.S. I encourage you to comment :)

1 comment:

  1. My sister is going too.
    With mah father.

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