Semester One Results

ENGL	1015	Inventing Modernity	66.0	Credit
PHIL	2623	Moral Psychology	71.0	Credit
PSYC	2011	Brain and Behaviour	66.0	Credit
PSYC	2012	Statistics & Research Methods for Psych	69.0	Credit

There you have it. Credits across the board. Nothing spectacular, but at the same time nothing too disastrous considering the (lack of) effort put into most of the assessments.

They say that...

... to live is to love. If that is the truth of everything, I had best take care for oft have I denied my own existence.

Rinoa's Monologue

I'll be here,
Why?
I'll be...waiting...here,
For what?
I'll be waiting...for you...so
If you come here,
You'll find me.
I Promise.

Just. One.

He had tried crying himself to sleep, but there was only one teardrop on the pillowcase. Just. One. Single. Teardrop. It was all that he could manage after all the disappointments of the past. If only he had another teardrop. Just. One. More. Teardrop. He would sit them side by side. Perhaps they'd form a heart. Or perhaps they'd meld together and become one. Just. One. Single. Teardrop. One. Single. Disappointment.

Not Quite Right

The song didn't sound quite right. It was one of those days. He scrunched up the letter. He couldn't find the right words to say what he meant. Not when he didn't know what it was he meant. "Everything will be just fine. Everything will be alright", he tells himself, though he doesn't believe it.

I'm Worried...

...about something, but what I do not know. I just feel a sense of unease, as though disappointment is impending.

Ouch! My Head!

My head is in considerable pain at the moment because of a rather large-ish bump. And while I'd love to say that it was the result of being hit in the head by a cricket ball while going for a diving catch or the result of domestic violence or something else equally dramatic, the truth is... well... more in line with an old slapstick comedy. While putting the freshly cleaned clothes from my bed into my closet, one of my pairs of socks fell off the pile. So naturally, I bent over to pick it up. Unfortunately, while said socks were dropping I already had one hand on the closet door. As I bent over to pick up the socks, I stupidly pulled the door open anyway. The result could be best summarised by the word 'ouch' (any of the vast range of expletives would also fit in quite nicely).


And the moral of the story is that multitasking should be reserved solely for computers (or at least for a time when you're not brain dead and partially drunk).