No one can raise the day that's dead, not even God knows how
So it's been a while since I posted. Things have been hectic here lately and though I have lots of down time I don't ever seem to want to blog. Probably because all I ever do is moan and who wants to always read moany blogs?!
But I'm going to go it anyway! I am feeling very tired of being here, which is bad considering I went home just 2 weeks ago. I really can't be bothered being here anymore. I am very rude to Laura now because I just don't care about her problems, which is horrible and bitchy of me, but I can't help it! When she's complaining about having to return a £50 jacket her mum bought her because she doesn't like it, or how she's mad that her driving instructor is 10 minutes late, I'm always thinking just shut up and leave me alone! I have more important things to worry about, like my essays, getting my reading done, how I'm going to afford Christmas presents, how I'm going to afford food, if I'll be able to get a job this Christmas and if not, what the hell I'm going to do next term? It's all getting to me and I just want it to be over.
And another thing that's annoying me is the apparent sense of dismissal about doing an English degree. People look at it as something easy, and can I just say, that's bull shit?! Doing an English degree is *not* easy. I don't know what it is, maybe the fact that there's a lot of reading and it's not like it's in another language or anything, but have you ever tried reading 500 pages of something you absolutely don't want to read ? Written in 18th century English? Try it and then we'll talk. Laura asked me the other day if I had finished it yet. I was shocked. I said no, it's 500 pages long! I'm only just past 200 and have to read the rest of it for Tuesday. I felt like turning around and asking her if she had finished her reading, which is nowhere ever near 500 pages. Oh, and then there's the other 100-200 pages for my other class. Just, ugh. But she's not the only one. A lot of my friends at home look down on my degree and even did in highschool when they were off doing maths and sciences. All those subjects do is show that you can find the answer, which is either right or wrong. It doesn't show that you can be creative. They all couldn't write a critical essay to save their lives!
Stupid people. I have felt all weird in the head today, like dizzy and sick and all manner of fun things! I think I'm just going to drink some more coffee. I've become seriously addicted to the stuff, I swear! I have at least 2 cups a day. That can't be healthy. Oh well. Who gives a shit? I'm going to give up smoking, so I might as well have one vice.
But I'm going to go it anyway! I am feeling very tired of being here, which is bad considering I went home just 2 weeks ago. I really can't be bothered being here anymore. I am very rude to Laura now because I just don't care about her problems, which is horrible and bitchy of me, but I can't help it! When she's complaining about having to return a £50 jacket her mum bought her because she doesn't like it, or how she's mad that her driving instructor is 10 minutes late, I'm always thinking just shut up and leave me alone! I have more important things to worry about, like my essays, getting my reading done, how I'm going to afford Christmas presents, how I'm going to afford food, if I'll be able to get a job this Christmas and if not, what the hell I'm going to do next term? It's all getting to me and I just want it to be over.
And another thing that's annoying me is the apparent sense of dismissal about doing an English degree. People look at it as something easy, and can I just say, that's bull shit?! Doing an English degree is *not* easy. I don't know what it is, maybe the fact that there's a lot of reading and it's not like it's in another language or anything, but have you ever tried reading 500 pages of something you absolutely don't want to read ? Written in 18th century English? Try it and then we'll talk. Laura asked me the other day if I had finished it yet. I was shocked. I said no, it's 500 pages long! I'm only just past 200 and have to read the rest of it for Tuesday. I felt like turning around and asking her if she had finished her reading, which is nowhere ever near 500 pages. Oh, and then there's the other 100-200 pages for my other class. Just, ugh. But she's not the only one. A lot of my friends at home look down on my degree and even did in highschool when they were off doing maths and sciences. All those subjects do is show that you can find the answer, which is either right or wrong. It doesn't show that you can be creative. They all couldn't write a critical essay to save their lives!
Stupid people. I have felt all weird in the head today, like dizzy and sick and all manner of fun things! I think I'm just going to drink some more coffee. I've become seriously addicted to the stuff, I swear! I have at least 2 cups a day. That can't be healthy. Oh well. Who gives a shit? I'm going to give up smoking, so I might as well have one vice.