poverty-stricken and angst-ridden

It's mildly amusing how things like AUT and NUS strikes can fall into the hands of what you want to do during a day. For instance, if my 11-1 lecture on the 1960s hadn't been cancelled, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to make badminton club from 11-2. (I usually have to settle for the last hour only) And you can imagine how I felt after last night, just in a general mood of wanting to smack things fucking hard and not go to jail for it. Enter badminton - the perfect energy outlet.



So far everyone has been of the opinion I should get over her, and I suppose they're right, but they don't really know. They didn't feel what I felt. (Not what you're thinking, for those with dirty minds.)



I felt a little better after badminton, and had calmed down a bit to get ready for orchestration class. There were more people there than I had reckoned would be, but the NUS strike finished at 1pm so I guess they had nothing better to do. - "What?! Come to lectures? Ridiculous!" -



My mood brightened slightly when my tutor told me if I kept my standard of work up, I should be on course for a 75. (First class! The boundary for first class being 70) I hope I can get even better though, to compensate for my ridiculously poor psychology marks. Doing psych electives was, in hindsight, perhaps one of the worst personal decisions I have ever made.



Today also happens to be the birthday of Martin, a guy who lives in our road. Everyone appears to be quite excited about going out, but I think I'm gonna give this one a miss. I'm not in the mood, and after spending Monday at Bondi, and last night at Cockpit, I don't have great excesses of money floating about my person either. Not to mention, I should do some studying. Whether this is achieved, of course, is another matter.



I'm a fortune cookie - full of cheap advice; I'm a suicide rookie - but we must call, I show more than I hide, care more than I can cry, I'm a phonograph, baby, my life's a lie and I'm in crisscross, I feel fine...