AUGUST 13TH, 2003: I HATE WEDNESDAYS
I swear, I now remember why I used to hate Wednesdays. They seemed to have flared up with vengeance again, and there really is nothing to do about it. Once again I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I did to take the film back to the teacher which had to be back before 1000hr because he wouldn’t be there after 1200hr and they (the rest of the class) need to watch it tonight.
Anyway, walking to university the dog from next door was loose and decided to follow us for 3 out of the 4 kilometres, which meant that I had to carry Missy for that distance, whining and screaming. She is scared of dogs. To make matters worse it rolled in shit and jumped on me! Argh, great start to the day.
Got to university eventually and I told the teacher that I was not going to be able to make it to the tutorial this afternoon and she told me that I should write it down because she wouldn’t notice if I was there or not. Excuse me? Want me to come to any more classes? Not if I don’t feel like it I won’t. Great way to make someone with a headache and an inferiority complex feel even worse about themselves and put you right on top of their “ want to kick the shit out of you” list. I don’t feel any special need to go to that class any more, so I left half way through to come into town.
Missy and I had to get passport photos taken for the DNA test which got done today. I assume it is because they are going to put it on file. I mean, I didn’t sign anything saying that they could keep it, but would the government really give it away?
I think that there should be a DNA database and I would willingly submit my own, however I would not give them Missy's, it is her body and her prerogative and could offer it when she reach 18 or tell them to bugger off. But I do think that it is a good idea. The only reason that it wouldn’t be is if you were contemplating committing a crime.
What really freaked me out about the DNA testing today is that they are going to actually examine what makes me, well, me. And the same goes for Missy and they will be able to see exactly which parts of me she got. It is so weird.
Anyway, by then my head was already aching, and still continues to do so. I got chips for dinner and the woman forgot to put sauce on them. The only ones that I can bare to eat without sauce are from up the road because they are the greatest.
Now my head still hurts even after a paracetamol, I am tired and very, very lonely. I do however have Malteser’s in the fridge (and strangely they are mention in the book that I am reading at the moment, The Human Factor, by Graham Greene) and I will eat them when I sit down to watch Buffy. I don’t want to watch it because it is the last ever episode, and that is just sad. I also have to sit down and freak about the dental appointment tomorrow.
All in all, I HATE WEDNESDAYS. Cheers.
At least I didn't lock myself out today.

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USELESS
I was terribly depressed this morning, so much so that on the way to class I broke down and cried. Fortunately for me I was safe from prying eyes in the confines of an alleyway.
Most people would class me as arrogant, in fact I think that is the manner in which I appear, and to some extent, I am. But if the truth were told, I am horrible towards my self. I have the lowest self esteem of anyone that you could meet. And you know what got me down this morning? I realized that I am terribly boring.
I can do anything, but I am not great at anything. I can write, but I will never be a Kurt Vonnegut or Graham Greene or Dostoyevsky. I love mathematics, add, subtract, multiply and divide faster in my head than on a calculator (though my insecurities always lead me to double check my answers with a calculator) but I will never be a John Nash (had to use him for infamy sake) or Niels Henrik Abel because I find many mathematics theories truly irritating unless you can give me a practical application that can be used at least once every 5 years. And that is stretching it.
I would have loved to become a forensic scientist, but the idea of handling chemicals is completely bothersome. I don’t even like fly spray. Remember the CSI episode with the liquid man? I could not have handled that and come out with any dignity, or stomach.
I love religion (though the Creator and I are having a great fight trying to keep any faith in me at all today) but I know only the fundamentals of all religions.
I would have been great a psychology, I was an A+ student without completing an iota of study, but I gave up that dream because it became everyone else’s as well. I quite possibly would have told many of the patients to get over whatever their problem was and kick on (shall I use my own advice?). I guess sleep disorders and dreams would have been my speciality.
I have no idea how good I would be at architecture, but I am a minimalist and utilitarian at heart and doubt that my skills would compare to those of many of the great people out there, and there are a lot of them at the moment.
There is one thing that I am good at, and that is a misplacing thing and despite searching for hours, I cannot find things that are in plain view.
Maybe I should sort out the normality or pi and the chaos theory for these people and at the same time figure out the meaning of life within its numbers.
PS: I think Buffy ended brilliantly and that she really did love Spike (ie: she 'felt the fire' a la One More Time With Feeling). Too bad, if I could have written anything, Buffy is it.

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COMMENTS

Name: energy
Damn that clear form button. I just feels like a send button.

Interesting topic today.

I wouldn't want my DNA on file anywhere. Feels like a major invasion of privacy, too much like gattica or 1984.

But I do support a database for known rapists, as they're likely to reoffend, and they tend to leave DNA at the scene of a crime

 
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