Think-bot, my arse!

In case people are wondering, I have recovered from my sickness about 80% (damn excess fluids) cos my jaw's throbbing as if i've eated 500 pounds of extra-chewy beef jerky, and one of my ribs is hurting after having an unsavoury coughing fit after laughing at some sitcom (can't recall which one, since i'm enamoured with several).

I havent had a full on day of uni for a long time. Who thought that my 2 hour marketing tute would actually run for the full 2 hours this time? Why today, when I have so many things infecting my mind? Thinking so much for 7 hours straight? I dont even get that tired at work (who would need to bother using an ounce of brain power to argue with daft-minded customers about the $1 fine they have to pay for returning their DVDs after the damn due date?)

I am dabbing my infected mind wounds with a generous amount of evening tv. I suppose you know by now that tv is my remedy for anything. Though I never thought I'd develop a crush on a dog (don't judge me, i'm talking about a very intellectual Brian! He talks, he writes, what GUY, let alone DOG can do that?).

My mind is sooo tired at present that this rant is going in no particular direction. None at all. Because I cant think of one. I just like the way my fingers feel when I type something non-uni-related. And I'm multi-tasking; watching Family Guy and trying to think of something remotely intelligent to write is rather an impossible task. In fact it's a feat in itself that I'm not merely typing down the dialogue that i hear, even though I do rote learn them and recite them randomly to scare my friends.

Therefore, I think I better stop. Not only have I run out of things to say (for once, I can hear some people's sighs of reliefs echo throughout the universe) but I feel I should do something productive. Like read that article for film and television. Or play with my mum's Ab-Pro King.

Or finish watching this rather intriguing episode about pies.

To-Do List

Well, i have obviously made posting a habit once again, but who knows how long this will last? Judging by the amount of work I have to do, probably only as long as I wish to procrastinate, which is actually shorter than the average person's, believe it or not. For the purposes of being completely random, here is my to-do list for the coming week.

- Start research for a 3000 word essay on that horrid Dish movie for FTV
- Conduct a bunch of pointless interviews for this stupid marketing assignment
- Buy a friend a birthday present and write her the annual birthday letter (oh how old-fashioned)
- Pass out from highlighter fumes after doing my weekly brand management journal reading
- Learn about sleep cognition (the hard way, mind you!) for psych
- Catch up on 4 weeks worth of missed psych lectures
- Catch up on 2 weeks worth of missed marketing lectures
- Suffer from a brain anurism due to extreme information overload.

Writing down this list got me thinking, I may have a to-do list for the next week, fortnight and possibly even month, but do I have a to-do list for the rest of my life? Come on, what loser would? Upon closer consideration, there are several things I have wanted to make sure I do before I die. So there's my to-do list for life! HA!

- Bunjee jump (yes, i'm terrified, but i'll feel like a woos if i dont do it)
- Be in an a cappella singing group (watching Ted and his group of loser department friends from Scrubs made me jealous)
- Be on the team of writers for a comedy tv show
- Be in a musical
- Write a musical
- Hug Will Smith
- Front a band of some sort (I have to get those songs of mine out somehow)
- Learn how to rollerblade (have never quite gotten the hang of it)
- Live for a period of time in the UK (I dont care WHERE exactly, could be some random country town in Wales for all I care)
- Perform on stage in front of a crowd (singing, acting, it dun matter, just to get that damn bug OUT!)
- Drive a Lambo
- See Africa, South America and Antarctica
- Sit in a vat of chocolato
- Go to India and see the Bodh Gaya
- Give Simba a PROPER hug (I have to wait till he gets older and less hyper, last time i tried he banged his head into my nose)
- Buy a giant trambopoline
- See Michael Jackson (to put all my childhood questions to rest)
- Be part of a massive food fight

There are a million more things I cant think about right now, primarily because I'm listening to a lecture so I dont exactly know where the majority of my brain is lying at the moment, but these are the most important things. So obviously, I'd have to do all these things before I get married, settle down and end my freedom. Which means I'd be in my mid-forties and less fertile, much to my parents' dismay.

TV will NOT give me square eyes, DAMMIT!

I have about a zillion things to do. Assignments, journal readings, stressing whether my group members are thinking the same thing that i am. Regardless, all i can do is sit here conveniently with my dad's laptop, infront of the sweet box that calms my rusty, embittered soul that has been prodded at all day by the likes of tertiary education.

Yeah, so i LOVE my tv, is that such a terrible thing to admit? So what if i prefer to tune into a re-run of Run's House rather than fold the laundry? So what if i watch the repeats of Conan in the morning instead of "late"? So bloody WHAT if i'd rather drool over back-to-back episodes of Whose Line than write 2000 words about the unsolvable fears and traumas that stunts development into adulthood?

One thing I must disagree with is the claim that my parents make about me being addicted. Which i am not. Yes, i may gorge on more hours infront of the box than they do, but going by the proper definition of ADDICTED, i am not... addicted. If i miss one of my favourite shows, so i miss it. It's bound to come back on sooner or later, or i could *cough* rip it off some random site. If i have something important to do, e.g. an assignment due the next day (no matter how pointless it may be) or during exam period, then i will NOT indulge in the pleasures of tv, cos unfortunately i know where my priorities are.

And my parents cant talk! Seeing as i couldn't drive while on anti-histamines, my mum was late to pick me up because she had to finish some random hallmark/bullshit movie she started. If that was me, i would have come straight away. Yes, i would have. Dad's the same. He has to watch the news more than once. On different channels. Then all them poor excuses for journalism that they call current affairs shows. And he wont even converse with anyone during this "sacred" time. Now, I ask you, who is actually addicted?

I presented this vaild argument to them, but alas, whatever they say goes. Apparently it doesn't have to make sense, as long as it comes from their mouth it's fine. Well thank you verrrrrry much to the idiot who invented parental authority.

Sick Puppy

Since I havent ranted here for well over the year because apparently I have found better things to do with my time, such as galavanting all around my beloved UK for three short weeks and throwing a temper tantrum about having to go home again, i thought i would revive this long-living blog with a bout of aimless whining, seeing as i have no voice to shoot it at my parents with.

For the last five days i have had this blasted cold/sore throat/whatever the hell anyone calls it. I dont usually stay this sick for this long and it is purely frustrating that i do not seem to be getting any better. At present, one nostril is steadily blocked while the other chooses to run like a broken fire hydrant. Only my right ear chooses to be blocked, which makes me feel unbalanced. Whenever i try to speak it sounds like i've swallowed a frog which is unfair because i have never had anything against those poor creatures. Oh and yes, occasionally, i feel like coughing up a lung.

Ontop of all this, i still go to all my classes. Yes, i'd rather go into uni all drowsy, pink nosed and smelling of cough drops than miss class for a week and feel the pain of trying to catch up while doing a million damn assignments at a time. This morning during a tute I had to answer a question which wasnt too painful, but not long after I politely stepped out of the room so that I could engage in a rather unattractive coughing fit. These days I feel as if i am putting on weight, with no energy to do my routine exercise and stuffing myself with those hi-cholesterol leftovers from this family function yesterday.

I have taken every cold remedy known to man, pills, vapour balm, steam, lemon tea, even those disgusting asian herbal concoctions that my dad insists will make me feel the slightest bit better. Yet I still feel as if there is a massive vat of wet cotton wool stuffed inside my head.

I have full days of uni tomorrow and the day after. I dont know if I will survive. I did something similar once last year and fell asleep in the library. At least i'm able to lift my head up now, but it doesnt necessarily mean i'll wake up any better tomorrow morning. So all you gods, deities, any superbeings that control my fate and wellbeing...

PLEASE TAKE THIS DREADED SICKNESS AWAY FROM MEEEEE!