yaw~n

If you could enter my brain at this moment in time you would be stepping into the middle of rich goo, muddled in the overwhelming confusion of words, events and memories and probably if I'm not mistaken, drowning in it. And it won't be any kind of silent affair but one where you are choking uncontrollably on the gloop that is riding down your mucus escalator (haha - check that! I used the word mucus escalator!!)

Swirling about in that mess, sinking slowly into that wet quicksand is an experience I'm sure anyone would find to be 'a once in a lifetime' experience. But the irony of course is that what is happening within my head is actually super imposable in the sense that this is how I'm currently functioning through life. Almost haphazardly, my memory comes and goes as it wishes, chaining me to its limitations and offering me no solitude throughout the day. Telling myself to remember something each time feels like I'm always taking a gamble. (and between you and me, I'm a *pretty* bad gambler!) Its come to the point where I'm feeling like a goldfish who's thinking of investing into a future of post-its!! Detrimental behaviour I gather....

Gosh... memory. That's the ticket! If only I had photographic memory or at least some kind of functioning one! Imagine a situation where you could simply read something or look at it and all that information would be at the tip of your fingers~ That would be incredible in an all too unrealistic way, but one can dream. In my case, I'm thinking that I've been pushing the DREAM button too much, too hard. 

Ok. Enough with all this philosophical, depressing fooling about with words and thinking. Way too existentialist for a night! So on the positive side, I was sitting at Castro's today with my weekly Wednesday Castro buddies, sipping my fabulously, 'oh-so lovely' LARGE white chocolate when I got a text from my tutor for MPO telling me that she found my assignment! *sigh of relief* Actually make that *sighs of relief* But to be honest, I was really, really apprehensive of getting it back. So, I was to collect it from 'Room 262' at Old Arts by 11 o'clock and I trudged down there thinking it would be easy to locate. I didn't realise of course that the way the plan floor worked was like a maze; pretty discomforting after standing around in the hallway for a few minutes trying to act as though the words 'FOB' weren't pasted on your forehead. Underlining fact is that we found my tutor and I got my assignment back. One word to sum it up? *Awesome* So that was my icing on top of my day. It's brilliant how one spark can push your esteem up even when you are struggling to understand how some resistance in springs pushes it up against the movement or force exerted by the water it is submerged in. Yeah, don't ask me. I don't get it. Brilliant... Physics next semester - I'm obviously looking forward to it. Yeah, see that? - dead-on sarcasm.  --R-i-g-h-t---O-n--