The One About Implosions and Wastage

Three hours. That's how long it took me to get from home to here, otherwise known as the Mathews Level 4 computer labs.

I'm at Uni on a Saturday. Not just any Saturday, but a really sunny and basketball-perfect Saturday. And I'm sitting here, cursing the fact that I'm stuck at Uni. What a waste.

I only have myself to blame, though. I'm the one that procrastinated and left my assignment 'til the last possible minute. Is there anything better than assuming you can do your assignment at home, only to have the program EPICFAIL on you a few days before it's due? If I'd started sooner, I could've experienced the EPICFAIL earlier in the week, thus meaning I could've made plans to work on my assignment during my Uni breaks. But, them's the breaks. Gather and move along, thank you very much.

I had an epiphany on the bus today. Well, half-epiphany, half-implosion. Epiphlosion, if you will. I started to realise a few things, and I finally found the words to match my thoughts and feelings. The only problem was, it happened while I was sitting in the middle of a crowded bus. So, I could do nada about it. It was such a bizarre experience, getting really infuriated, but having to internalise everything. I was riled up, but completely numb at the same time.

Thank God someone let me into the room. If they didn't, I would've been...well...more angry.

- marty..

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