It's amazing how I would rather rot away all evening in front of the computer doing stupid things like this instead of picking up my notes and studying something, well in this case everything since I haven't started on anything - The vices of the media which is coincidentally the GP topic for the half term. However this is not an addiction per se. Rather it just reflects how repulsive school work must be. And imo doing benzenes and SHM all night isn't my idea of fun. And SHM isn't some variant of FHM for those lucky bastards not taking Physics. From what I've gathered during the lectures, SHM is yet another nonsensical Physics theory used to explain something which doesn't really need explaining and which 90% of the world’s population would not care for just like what Physics has been for the whole of last year. I digress. Anyway, I do not know what I'm doing here but I shall just continue typing until I tire and then it's time to sleep after a fruitful evening’s work.
So what's new? Well I really do not know. So I shall just have to go on typing till I tire. And that wouldn't be too hard would it. Just typing and typing and typing. Very soon I'd get bored of typing then I would publish this post then I would go to bed. And I think that would be soon. So in the mean time I shall just have to continue typing. And as I'm typing this it's becoming more and more like my "nothing" entry which I wrote during compulsory journal writing in lower secondary. And I bet it must have been the most famous journal entry ever written given that it was circulated all over the staffroom with the page folded and the word "Best!" scrawled on the top of the page in red obviously by whoever must have been my English teacher then. On top of that, I still had to re do that journal entry because writing about nothing was plain unacceptable. But why not? Given that my entry about nothing was far more substantial than some of classmate's entries about something. See, nothing is just like another Physics concept. It cannot be defined properly in words and must be represented in the form of squiggly lines and dx/dy. It really is very strange that I spend half my JC life looking at squiggly lines and writing grammatically wrong statements. And so here I go on typing and typing. By now you must be bored to shit and probably think I'm crazy. Well I think so too. The bored part I mean. But I must continue typing because I'm not tired yet and if I stop typing I'll have nothing to do. And when that happens I might just glance over at the stack of files atop my bag and feel guilty bout all the stress that I'll be putting my teachers through tomorrow. But it is not my fault is it not? If the teachers did not give me work which I would not do and which they would get pissed at me for then knowing the consequence of giving me the work why do they still bother giving me the work knowing full well the consequence of doing so and the inevitability of it happening. Ah the eccentricities of life just like Physics and Economics and Maths and Chemistry. Well that's all my subjects that I've listed here right. Great. Seems I don't really like school much. Surprise surprise. Ok I am getting tired of typing guess it's time to call it a day and go to sleep. Bye bye.
