If I drive myself insane, that is my own fault. I'm at my desk, which currently has loose paper strewn across it, all scribbly blue ink and violent red corrections. I cannot afford to misunderstand anything, to misread a word - I have to keep going. I have to feel every single concept on the lecture slides like it is the sweat seeping out of me, like a galvanic skin response that keeps on going, and going, and going.
My brothers came over last night to watch a Bond movie with me, 'Quantum of Solace', which I'm sure had good intentions and it definitely made an effort, but god was it a disappointing entry. I am reminded of that period in 2023 where I went ahead and rewatched a lot of Lupin III media and had similar feelings - you take an awesome character with a great deal of source material and you warp and distort him until he's something else entirely! I also kind of like the fact that as you continue through the Craig movies, he seems to be enjoying it less and less. Like since 'Knives Out' he's been yearning for his Southern detective sona so badly... this is why I don't think they should continue with him for Bond because like... is this what you really want?
We had greasy Dominos pizza and split a pack of even greasier churros coated in the coagulate of cheap chocolate sauce, and by the end of the evening I felt this terrible aftertaste coating my throat, and felt my stomach stiffen with malnutrition. The most economical choice is sometimes the best and the worst choice you can make. And then we put on some Jamiroquai and watched Jay Kay zoom around in his silly sportscars or just stim about as he likes to do... oh to have that level of zest for life and not the terrible self-induced mania I get when you ask me about heteroscedasticity and funnel shaped residuals and Bayesian inference and Lindley's paradox and Power...
I think once this has all blown over, I'm going to revisit the disco club (the one embedded in the speakeasy) and request literally every song ever. And dress up, maybe. I've been thinking about sweater vests and corduroy and nicer linen shirts. I barely ever get cold, and you can't call Perth a place where Winter really happens, so I suppose any material will do. I'm gonna be hitting myself if I move to a colder place in the future and happen to underestimate the stiff bite of the cold. Please ensure that I don't get hypothermia from my own stupidity.
Another practice exam now. Seeya.
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Hazel
Your writing is incredibly human. “But every writing is human” yeah but you are able to convey your life that puts me in your shoes, makes me feel young(er), makes me want to order pizza and enjoy my time being alive.
Möbus
Close your mind and set your heart to the darkness, sail those water and hope you don't lose the stride.
thank you, and what a beautiful statement!
by james; ; Report