There’s nothing quite like the euphoria of having handed in all the big assignments and coming out on the other side of the due date victorious. I have no assignments to hand in for weeks and it’s the best feeling ever. Not to mention that I was worried about not finishing on time but I did! Take that, Thomas Edison!
To be honest, I can’t think of what to type right now. This morning I was up early and I curled my hair (before deciding it was hopeless and putting it in a ponytail) and checked my email and got my books ready. It was a beautiful morning and I had leftover mac and cheese for breakfast and worked on my assignment and went to class. I discovered I was in the same class as a bunch of my friends and our teacher was great and the module was going to be exciting. I was prepared to work and be happy and everything.
This morning found me sitting in a crowded room for the first class of my second semester. It’s official. I am now more than halfway through my entire university experience. *Deep breath.*
Oh. Yester-post, I said I would revisit my reasons for starting this blog. Then I didn’t. Sorry. I’ll fix that now.
I have just realized I have surpassed a whole month writing on this blog. That’s longer than I thought I would last. As a result, I’ve decided to revisit my reasons for starting “Precarious Writer”. But still, I have a long way to go. As I said in my first post, I will not have succeeded in keeping a blog unless I’ve done it for more than six months. So we will see…
Recently I’ve wondered what it is that makes people willing to spend more money for clothes when there are tons of stores out there that offer clothes at a far lower price. The focus of this question is Aritzia, the women’s clothing store. Everything there has been on sale recently, which I’ve taken advantage of on more than one occasion, but even their sale prices are on the high end. A hat costs $14 on sale, and the original price is $30. A similar hat can be found at Forever 21 for $11.90. What makes people pay for the more expensive hat?
Did I say I was getting better? I lied. I’m still sick and I hate it. Oh well. At least my plane is booked now. Instead of freaking out about when I’m going back, I’m freaking out about having zero time to prepare and tie up loose ends. I haven’t finished my room! I haven’t met up with all my friends from high school! I haven’t pet my dog enough times! I’m still freaking sick!
I hate all this not having enough time for everything. I’m one of those people who prefers to take my time and do everything right the first time without increasing stress levels. How are you meant to enjoy what you’re doing when everything’s rushed? Travelling to England should always be a treat, no matter how many times I do it, or how much my ears hurt, or how heavy my luggage is. Right?
Okay. It’s late, I’m sick, and I don’t even remember how I started this post so here’s an ending before I (figuratively) pass out.
Ugh. Today is the third day I’ve been sick, but at least I’m finally starting to feel better. Happy New Year indeed. In other news, poker season is over and I managed to either break even or profit from every single game. Not bad for my first full season. Now I’ve got to turn my attention to two massive school assignments due in two weeks. For Non-fiction, I’m writing about Thomas Edison: the classic white-collar criminal (Not the first, but one of the most well-known). For Textual Intervention, for some reason I decided to make a comic. Why? Because we were studying the gothic genre this term, and I’m not a huge gothic fan, so I thought I’d get as far away from that as I can. Hopefully, I won’t be docked marks for that.
Anyway, here are this week’s weeklies!
To be honest, besides partying and poker, I haven’t done very much this past week.
Chips and dip. So simple, so good.
Full House. Nearly impossible to beat, and of the three times I had it, I took people out and collected a jackpot every time.
Sparkling wine. I only had two sips for the new year, but it doesn’t leave a bad after taste.
Yup. That’s pretty much all of it. Happy 2015!
As I’ve stated in past posts, my room isn’t as big as I’m used to. It’s not tiny, but it’s the smallest room in the house and I decided to squeeze a double bed into it. It was manageable, but uncomfortable.
It was great! Five stars! Hilarious action-comedy! Oh, wait—it’s not supposed to be a comedy?