And so it begins.

Today has been shit.

I thought it would be a good idea to get up early and spend the day up at Uni putting in some hard hours on my assignments and revision for my tests.

Of course, I didn’t want to be too eager, so I figured if I got there around 10 that’d be fine, a good six hours before my class. Set my alarm for, oh, 8.30, respectable time. Catch the 9.20 Bus. And Voila.

But no.

Daylight saving screwed with my body clock. I don’t function before 8. While the clock said it was after 8, my body said “Yeah fucken right” and refused to even open my eyes. I finally managed to suppress my inner self and drag myself out of bed (begrudgingly) and hour later.

After some rushing around I managed to catch the 10am bus… not too late. But shitty, and half awake.

Reading my books for my French Lit test made me realise that I had far too much to read and not enough eyeballs to focus.

Working on my essay had the brilliant effect of making me doubt my entire direction and argument, my sources, and my ability to finish the essay on time.

I did write a draft intro to get me in the mood, and a quick outline which is far too sparse and short to amount to much. I found a couple more articles, but when am I going to find time to read them?

Mmm, pie for lunch. And coke. Back to work.

Class time, coinciding perfectly with a massive sugar crash, leaving me feeling, again, half asleep and not really listening to the lecturer. And the test is on Thursday.

I’m taking tonight off. I might read one article. But that’s it. I’m not going to fry my brain. I need to destress.

Could fucking do with a beer… but there are none in the house and I’m broke.
Well, that’s a lie. We have some Victoria Bitter that some guy left after a party. But I tried one last night, and seriously, its not even worth it. It can’t be classified as beer. Really. It tasted like… well, remember back to the first time you ever tried a beer. Probably a sip from your dads glass/can/handle/yardie.

Remember scrunching your face up? Thinking that it was one of the foulest tasting things on the planet, perhaps only beaten by brussel sprouts? Yeah, VB took me back to those days. And I drink a lot of beer. It shouldn’t do that anymore.

So what to do instead?

Stock up on copious amounts of caffeine of course. By drinking an entire six-cup plunger of beautiful coffee. Fair trade, organic, “a clean crisp medium bodies Indonesian coffee, with a hint of spice.”

Uh huh. Just gimme the caffeine. (It is bloody good though….)

October 1, 2007 | Filed Under Academia, Alcoholic, Coffee 

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5 Responses to “And so it begins.”

  1. Shannon on October 1st, 2007 7:20 pm
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    Sorry your days been so shit. make yourself a kickass fort, and drink the coffee under it. And boy do I wish Uni had one good cafe with yummy salads and stuff.

  2. Ben on October 1st, 2007 7:33 pm
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    Tried the Vegetarian cafe under the Student Union building? Think its called No Meat Please or something like that…

  3. jayne d'Arcy on October 1st, 2007 7:53 pm
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    I think you should have just called off today and stayed in bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be an improvement.

  4. Ben on October 1st, 2007 8:06 pm
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    Yeah… gonna try and be in by 9 (haha) so that I have 6 hours before class… divided into 2 hour lots.

    Two hours on my essay, two hours on revision for one test, two hours on revision for another test.

    We’ll see how that goes.

  5. Adey on October 2nd, 2007 5:25 pm
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    good luck on the getting out of bed thing. Hope you feel better soon :)

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