Or a prognosis, perhaps, has just been confirmed: the final episode of House M.D. Season 2 is about to air in my own country, and, though I may know the entire script from back-to-front prematurely, it doesn’t take away any of the excitement out of the anticipation.
I wish I hadn’t polished off all that popcorn about a week ago.
Anyway, you’d probably have already watched the first few episodes of Season 3 already, which is an excellent example of the suffering that us lesser mortals endure down here. While I may not exactly be an avid follower of television, some serials do tend to catch my eye. Especially dramas which involve a healthy dosage of blunt sarcasm.
Such as House. And Supernatural.
Anyway, I would apologize for the previous post’s lack of imaginative content. I was tired, and perhaps cranky from a failed attempt at a new T-shirt design to grace my Zazzle store, which has fallen into a state of inactivity, something I valiantly fight against almost every single day of my waking life.
I do believe I have new inspiration after a few minutes alone in school today to ponder over the matter, though. It’s just as well, I expect, that my design was ridiculed by classmates alike for a T-shirt design, along with the other designs that were submitted by those brave enough to dare. Applause for some of the designs is indeed warranted, though not so for a few more distasteful ones. I especially liked one of the more iconic ones that was cooked up by someone I am inclined to be annoyed by, but unfortunately, as there was no indication as to what copyrights the work may be governed by, I cannot post it here. Besides, I’m not really tight with the guy, if you catch my drift.
Anyway, with the rejection, I can now safely use the ‘wing’ design that you may have seen in the previous post for my current proposition, and hopefully you will see some form of revelation in the coming days. I think it would help greatly in getting me back into my regimen of design.
Chemistry, however, cannot have the same attributes applied to it. For my tutor has somehow gotten ahold of my handphone number, and is constantly beleaguering me with requests for partakes in remedials and tests which I am not required to undergo, but which would be academically useful for my continued progress. About as useful as watching dung decompose. I’m thinking of either blocking the number via my service provider, or just to start ignoring all the messages and such from now on. Either way, it’s incredibly annoying, because the only way she could have gotten my number was through the class lists, and I specifically asked that those lists not be privy to prying eyes before allowing my 8 digits of a direct communications link to be imprinted upon said material.
If you’ve been keeping up with my life at all, you would know the disdain I hold towards such betrayals manifest.
Oh, and remember the earthquake that basically, uh, almost cut off our entire country from the rest of the world, electronically speaking? Well, it appears that my torrents, along with several other reliable sources, report that access is somehow being less responsive than preferred. I’m not sure why, but I’m pretty sure this problem isn’t limited to me alone. I’m conducting my own research into the situation (though stopping short of contacting my ISP), but so far I haven’t had any feasible clues, just bits and bytes of nothingness that, if I bothered, would probably fit together into a jigsaw of some corporate conspiracy.
Or maybe they just need to solder the fucking undersea cables together with Quick-Dry.
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