The World is Sick

Ocular Damage

Soo. It’s been almost a week since the last common test paper. I’m a little disappointed in myself. I seem to have created a potential grade disaster in one of my modules. There isn’t much I can do except prepare for a non-uniform result.

But I’m hardly thinking about that right now. Several days ago, I was worrying about how work-filled this break was going to be. Now I really just don’t care. I have been living as hedonistically as I can remember… Except maybe during this one time that I played Bioshock till 6 in the morning and did other things. Cough.

I’ll worry about it all later. It’s the Christmas week. To hell with work.

Anyway. While I am living this week like an actual holiday, I’m not feeling very Christmassy. The carols are all well and good, but all I feel is apathy. I’m not even particularly excited about the visiting and dinners. I am certainly not looking forward to having my mother tell all sorts of stories about me. Stories that have been told-if my memory serves me- every year for the past six of them. I don’t know if it’s age, or that they simply have nothing better to talk about, but I always wonder whether my parents ever think “hey wait, haven’t I told this story before?”.

Oh wait, yes they do. But only when they’re trying to get me to clean my desk.

Aand that’s what’ll happen on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day, I’ll get to spend slightly over an hour being bored in church, after which I shall be treated to an afternoon of either watching someone play video games or perhaps sinking into a chair for seven hours to observe pretty colours on a television screen.

Yippee.

Festive… cheer… aside, I am impatiently waiting for an opportunity to see the KI circle again. Too long have we gone without our donuts and other confectioneries. Oh, and to think of some of you already going and getting jobs. I feel slow.