Wasteland

It's 10pm and having braved the lonesome 15-minute walk here to the 24 hours comlab,I totally forgot why I came here in the first place.I first investigate this matter by inspecting the notes I had carried along,the two fat folders burried neatly in my bag and even the tiny reminders hediously scribbled across columns in my diary-few clues are discovered,and the mystery remains unsolved.

Okay enough bullcrap,came here to start research on my econs essay-the thing about it is that it revolves following certain theories we've just learned which I don't really find problematic,it's just that we're required to choose a particular negative object and use the theories learned to elaborate on it.The confusion in that sentence best describes how totally stuck and braindead I am.However,there have definitely been more stressful assignements to deal with and even with the 1500 word count,this econs essay isn't nearly as heavy as those previously-so even if I do encounter such problems like this,I have no doubt I'll be able to manage it.I hate listening to people who whine and moan about every single godamn assignment they have as if they're so miserable and hopeless they'd rather face a life of poverty than attempt to shut up and just do the work-they shamelessly fish for sympathy and admiraton by continuously telling people how hard (or worse,hard-er) their course is,often in doing so they try to make listeners feel smaller as if they're some hero,like a single mother with 60 children,while everyone else mere brainless,lightminded idiots casually surfing life with total ease and comfort as if it were a holiday.Take it to Oprah bitch,she'll give you the Chutzpah award you no doubt deserve-heck,they should even consider awarding you the Nobel Prize and Mother-of-the-year-award (Who gives a fuck for actual mothers?You're the real inspiration!) in the process too.All hail to the new Mother Theresa.

Shit,I know i've made a point to not deal with angry feelings and let them pass but being made of flesh and bone,I can't help but lose my cool once in a while.Honestly though,I've been in a pretty relaxed state of mind for the past few days,even with the workload growing heavy and petty troubles cropping up every now and then-enough about me,Melb Uni's about to launch their new model soon and we've had emails being sent from various important people about it.Personally I have enough on my plate and can't be too bothered about this-and I know some people might take this as ignorance,the way some overly enthusiastic political activists label those who refuse to participate as ignorants.But to each his own,and even with the many hateful opinions people have towards each other everyone finds an individual way to navigate themselves past all the mindless criticism,eventually learning that most of the noise out there isn't worth the time-like the line from The Gossip's 'Standing In The Way of Control' goes:Survive the only way that you know.

Cho was in my playwriting class last fall, and nobody seemed to think much of him at first. He would sit by himself whenever possible, and didn't like talking to anyone. I don't think I've ever actually heard his voice before. He was just so quiet and kept to himself. Looking back, he fit the exact stereotype of what one would typically think of as a "school shooter" – a loner, obsessed with violence, and serious personal problems. Some of us in class tried to talk to him to be nice and get him out of his shell, but he refused talking to anyone. It was like he didn't want to be friends with anybody. One friend of mine tried to offer him some Halloween candy that she still had, but he slowly shook his head, refusing it. He just came to class every day and submitted his work on time, as I understand it.

Sounds a bit like me I suppose,but I reckon I'm not too bad.From something written by one of his classmates,the link here.Okay I know it's a grave and seriously unfunny matter,but check out the first few comments posted there (Stacy)-hilarious! The VirgTech incident is still pretty disturbing and I wonder what could possibly motivate a teenager to kill 32 people-obviously I've had thoughts about killing people before,but I never once considered actualising them.As officials continue their investigation,two of his plays have been posted online.Equally sad,one of the cats just died-Jerry,thin white fur with beautiful blue eyes.

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Taken from The Who-Teenage Wasteland,an exceptionally amazing and timeless song.

It's gonna be a busy week for all of us.