I'm here to tell everyone that I repent and beg for forgiveness. When I was sixteen and obsessed with blogging and reading blogs, I used to belittle uni. At the back of my mind, I'm always like, how much time does blogging take? When the blogs I read go on hiatus because of uni, I got sad.
But now, I repent.
University is like a big black vortex that sucks souls into oblivion. Free time? What is free time? Are we even free? Are the actions I take even free? Is everything pre-determined? Oh my god, am I Holbach?!?! Ok less mental breakdown, more coherence please.
Everything seems easier after you've accomplished it but I really think last semester was way easier than this. This semester is like.. I feel like I'm that oblivious deer taking an early morning stroll on the road and that there's a truck turning a corner. Hasn't hit me yet, but I know it's coming. I just got slapped with two new essay assignments on top of everything else I'm juggling. I should be a professional juggler - only metaphorically of course, can't juggle. I just finished two mid-terms last week. The first was Philosophy, I was somewhat prepared for that but I've come to realize, most alarmingly, that I basically can't spell without technology. I'm so grossly reliant, I need to go for remedial classes on how to spell. I can hear my secondary school tutor breathing down my neck when I write. I hear you, Ms Tan, please don't kill me Ms Tan.
The other mid-term was art history and nothing I studied came out. I know most people panic in situations like these but I burst out laughing. It was freaking hilarious, I stared at the artefact they chose and knew literally nothing about it. So I did what any normal person would do, I bs-ed my way through. There are people carved on the relief. They are holding instruments. ...MUST BE A FESTIVAL (read in my first droning then over-enthusiastic voice).
It is now recess week. I'm basically trying to rush through everything and make sure I don't fail at life. Kidding, I'm also watching shows and uh oh blogging. I get distracted by nothing. Yesterday I spent an entire hour trying to kill a mosquito with an electric fly bat. In case you were wondering, yes, I did kill it and the electric spark on the bat was immensely satisfying.
I have a proposal to right(write) with (currently) nothing to propose and a very important project to execute tomorrow. Please pray for me.
Until I next doggy-paddle up to the surface that is my social life.