After two false starts (one where I was going to go on an angry rant but changed my mind and another where I started writing and then became side-tracked), I’ve decided to write now and hope that I can get the whole way through without getting distracted.
I don’t know if I should write seriously or not at the moment, but I do know that I am currently in UNSW library, getting ready to work on assignments and learn new things so I can science harder.
But really, what is a scientist?
That is a good question and one that I have no intention of explaining in anything other than a completely informative but entirely unrelated manner to what a scientist is.
Well, here goes:
There was once a time in the time of myths and legends where I grabbed a piece of food in slow-motion, so to highlight the details, creased and textures of the food as it slowly approached the entrance of my mouth, only to be dismantled as it approached the juggernaut that is my stomach…
So I’m currently sitting here, bashing away on my keyboard, feeling pretty alright but knowing that today will be serious progress for my understanding of what I need to know for my current subject.
It’s also going to be a day where I manage to go through some more photos, see what is good and what isn’t and then upload somewhere onto the mighty force known as the integrated web of entangling people and lives together, yet somehow keeping us separated an away from each other at the same time.
I was going to start this morning by going for a swim at Bondi Beach and then walking all the way to UNSW and I’m pretty happy that I didn’t do that, as I have my camera with me, my laptop, and Finnegans Wake. It would have been a lengthy walk and a lot of weight to carry in the backpack I have.
It means that I’ll be able to absorb more and work more efficiently as I haven’t reached UNSW in a lot of pain, whilst feeling tired as I thought it was a good idea to go on some sort of death march for no real reason, although you don’t really need a reason to do that, or many things now that I think about it, but it still would have been a really stupid idea.
I get to sit in a library feeling relaxed and in some sort of calm state as I slowly, but surely work my way through all the things I need to get through today.
I don’t know how interesting this post actually is, but it doesn’t seem to actually be interesting at all.
I suppose that if I had done the death march, it would have made a pretty interesting story where I whinge about how long and painful it was whilst ignoring the fact that I did it to myself.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:35:32
I’m pretty happy with that time.
A pretty average post, so I’ll try and knock something out that’s a bit more interesting later.
Written at UNSW Library.