reason # 82 - Why Studying is Evil:
You might be happily pretending to study in the library (the only place where its possible to 'study', which is an improvement on doing nothing). Not really paying attention to the screen, where you are replaying a lecture, complete with screen shots and audio. Semi-listening, looking down at your notes, which don't match the slides on the screen exactly, so you don't really know what's going on up there). You're not really listening either, slightly more focused on the clock/ceiling/green pen/large window/people downstairs/wanting coffee/hunger/chocolate/what to do next/how to next effectively pretend to study. When you glance up, and notice that OH HEY, HELLO THERE VAGINA THAT IS STARING YOU IN THE FACE. How long have you been on the screen for? And then you look around in the hopes that no one is paying more attention to your lecture than you are. Also, there was nothing else on the slide. No useful captions, just a picture.
It was a lecture on antibiotics by the way, not reproduction or anything where i would've expected that kinda thing.
reason #43 - Why Studying is Evil:
its fucking cold in here.
reason #61 - Why Studying is Evil:
i'm really hungry. but too lazy to move. also. have. no. money.
So until next time, when i'm chased out of the library, for looking like a pervert.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
you know its easy to get me to stay
i live in/near a suburb with a pretty bad reputation.
i never really thought it was that bad though. it was all talk, after all, i've lived here all my life.
i used to joke about feeling unsafe. about how i was totally going to die working at night. about how i'd get mugged in the street. but i never really believed it. i mean i probably wouldn't walk around alone at night... but whatever, i'm sheltered, okay?
the last month or so however, i have been genuinely concerned.
around a month ago, a 17 year old boy was attacked by 3 other teens (16-20 years old), was taken to hospital in a critical condition, and died around a week later. the fatal blow was from a tomahawk, which is one of these in case you were wondering (i had no idea what it was). This was like 2 minutes down the road from my house.
a week or two later someone set a car on fire (i guess it must've been stolen) behind my parent's work. it must've been so hot that all the windows shattered, there're crazy smoke marks on the brick wall a few meters away, our BINS MELTED (this was actually kinda hilarious, except that the bin was full of paper, and we were really lucky it didn't set the whole place on fire) and you could see where the petrol had trickled out. i was very VERY surprised that the whole thing handed exploded from looking at it. asif that wasn't bad enough, what gets to me is that no one seems to care about anyone else. there are people who live in flats above my parent's office, and they KNEW about the car, yet no one thought to call the fire brigade? My dad had to do it in the morning, when he came to open the office up, and luckily the flames were dying down. My parents work together. Their business is very much a family one, if business is bad, it affects us so badly, because we are entirely invested in it. I don't know what we would've done.
later that same week, on the way back from the bank my dad saw some kind of fight where much blood was drawn, and he had to call the police.
just yesterday, someone was stabbed (multiple times) outside of my work. So i'm feeling particularly safe. the fight started outside my work, and the actual stabbing happened 2 doors down. i had to go to a meeting at work a few hours after it happened, and it looked like a scene froma movie. it didn't seem real. the street was blocked off, and i had to go in the back entrance, because they obviously weren't letting anyone through the crime scene.
uh so yeahhh... i'm freaked the fuck out. And i work at night 99% of the time. My parents have wanted me to quit for ages, because they said it wasn't safe, but i was like. yeah whatever, asif anything's going to happen. now i'm not so sure. I mean, this happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT (around 2 :40pm), who's to say what goes on at night. At the same time, i really need the work/money/experience.
so yeah, nothing new or exciting happening on my side. x
i never really thought it was that bad though. it was all talk, after all, i've lived here all my life.
i used to joke about feeling unsafe. about how i was totally going to die working at night. about how i'd get mugged in the street. but i never really believed it. i mean i probably wouldn't walk around alone at night... but whatever, i'm sheltered, okay?
the last month or so however, i have been genuinely concerned.
around a month ago, a 17 year old boy was attacked by 3 other teens (16-20 years old), was taken to hospital in a critical condition, and died around a week later. the fatal blow was from a tomahawk, which is one of these in case you were wondering (i had no idea what it was). This was like 2 minutes down the road from my house.
a week or two later someone set a car on fire (i guess it must've been stolen) behind my parent's work. it must've been so hot that all the windows shattered, there're crazy smoke marks on the brick wall a few meters away, our BINS MELTED (this was actually kinda hilarious, except that the bin was full of paper, and we were really lucky it didn't set the whole place on fire) and you could see where the petrol had trickled out. i was very VERY surprised that the whole thing handed exploded from looking at it. asif that wasn't bad enough, what gets to me is that no one seems to care about anyone else. there are people who live in flats above my parent's office, and they KNEW about the car, yet no one thought to call the fire brigade? My dad had to do it in the morning, when he came to open the office up, and luckily the flames were dying down. My parents work together. Their business is very much a family one, if business is bad, it affects us so badly, because we are entirely invested in it. I don't know what we would've done.
later that same week, on the way back from the bank my dad saw some kind of fight where much blood was drawn, and he had to call the police.
just yesterday, someone was stabbed (multiple times) outside of my work. So i'm feeling particularly safe. the fight started outside my work, and the actual stabbing happened 2 doors down. i had to go to a meeting at work a few hours after it happened, and it looked like a scene froma movie. it didn't seem real. the street was blocked off, and i had to go in the back entrance, because they obviously weren't letting anyone through the crime scene.
uh so yeahhh... i'm freaked the fuck out. And i work at night 99% of the time. My parents have wanted me to quit for ages, because they said it wasn't safe, but i was like. yeah whatever, asif anything's going to happen. now i'm not so sure. I mean, this happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT (around 2 :40pm), who's to say what goes on at night. At the same time, i really need the work/money/experience.
so yeah, nothing new or exciting happening on my side. x
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