Dina Lohan scares me

This past week has been the most exhausting week I’ve had all year. I only had 2 hours of class, but the rest of the time was used to finish everything that should’ve been started weeks ago. My sleeping patterns are still whacked up from pulling an all-nighter on Wednesday to complete an essay (such a bad thing to do, but so, so necessary). I don’t know why uni has managed to decrease my motivation for completing assignments, but it has, and it has done it well. I have even starting losing enthusiasm about my marks. THIS IS NOT GOOD. Dina Lohan getting her own show on E! is less frightening than this!!

I am in a chipper mood about exams, however, since it has actually given me something to do. I managed to waste all the fun, time-wasting activities when I was supposed to be finishing said assignments, and have spent the last few days mostly sitting down doing nothing. Sometimes listening to music. Occasionally eating pears or apples (always a fun time with braces). I guess I should aim to be bored out of my mind more often so I can pretend I’m a motivated person.

The narcoleptic years

Uni has been exhausting the crap out of me lately. My weekly routine goes something like this: Monday - get up early, come home late, put a tape in to record Brothers & Sisters (I still don’t know if I actually like it, since I haven’t seen any of the episodes), fall asleep. Tuesday - get up not quite so early, come home later, watch The Amazing Race All Stars and Ugly Betty, fall asleep. Wednesday - sleep in until 12 o’clock, go mad with freedom, stay up late to watch the Soup. Thursday - get up early, come home late, fall asleep. Friday – get up early, come home late, watch Project Runway with my mum, attempt to stay up late, fall asleep.

So far I have fallen asleep in lectures, public transport and libraries. Pretty soon I will be known as ‘that narcoleptic girl’. My mp3 player seems to sense this, because ‘I’ve Been Tired’ by the Pixies has just come up on my shuffle.

This constant sleeping, however, has helped to hide the fact that my dad has barely spoken to me for two weeks. I give up. If my dad thinks I am that difficult to be around, I am just going to give him what he wants and leave him alone. I forgive him for all his crap, so I don’t know why it’s so hard for him to do the same for me.

Famous last words (fuck ‘em!)

So … I was dead set on taking Creative Industries next year - until the course leader noted it was ideal for people who didn’t have any creative talent whatsoever. If that wasn’t bad enough (we’re all Comms students so I am sure over 95% of us like to think that we’re creative), she also told us longevity of careers was not a certainty, and your job would basically consist of telling creative people, “you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?” and then giving them a slap on the wrist. I don’t know if the course leader actually wants people to do the major if the only selling points she has are that you can get away with being a talentless fuck, you have no job security and you get to be a glorified babysitter. Luckily I didn’t have to worry about what to plug the gap with for too long. The course leader of Advertising Creativity actually made his major sound fun and worthwhile. The only problem I can see is that it is very competitive; 120 people competing for 30 spots. If I like it, that’s great. I can work my ass off and try to get into the major (or minor). If not, I get to play around with Photoshop and focus on my other papers. It’s win-win.

In other need-to-know news, my writing tutor is like Andy Warhol!! Sure, the only physical resemblance between the two is their grey hair (which in Andy’s case was a wig), but my tutor exudes the same artistic weirdo vibe. Except he’s not a weirdo, he’s actually very nice. Nevertheless I firmly believe he and Andy are long-lost twins, cruelly separated by both space and time! I wonder if he knows that he is Andy Warhol’s twin…

P.S. JJ Feild has a fucking sexy voice and a killer smile. Phwoar.