Well, ive gone through a whole heap of line tests to finally work out what the fuckin is/has been going on…. it seems my fonelines cant take high speed data transfer…. so i have to limit my linespeed….
I went to the big brother eviction party. it was good, the dude that does the narration, not big brother is cool. he’s the one that says things like “Over the past 24 hours Sarah has has sex with 90% of the household.”… you know the one…. plsu, we got the tix for free.
i went out to breakslow with Insomniax this morning. We wanted to partake in one of them big mofo breakslows, but they were closed. motherfuckers. we’ll be back ya here.
I like 1.4. I aim for the head, and now i hit it thx to 1.4. mmm kthx.
I am oldbean.
oldbean oldbean n.
1. [atn: nube/newbie]
free new word made up by me.
sifnt.
Dimples D - Sucker DJ
Education.
Over the past few days, I’ve seen some very very intelligent friends of mine not do so well at some part of their degree/course. It brings’em down, it brings their motivation down and their will to get that degree. It just raises my anger again at tertiary education. To me, its becoming to besome guy telling you stuff that you dont really care about so you can try an exam that you probabaly wont go well in. Why? because you dont like it, so youre not going to want to do well. Its a question of motivation.
On the other hand, i got my certificates from RIT today. One of them showed how i was “competent” in all areas. I like that, because I know its true. the course I did had a high pass mark, 75-80%. Sure, the material wasnt always as hard as uni, but in certain subjects it was. The exams were quite oftern a challenge, but enjoyable because you has condfidence. You always felt prepped before the exams, and now I feel confident I will be able to perform the things I have learned again IRL.
Some would probabaly say that RIT was too much like school, but fuck me, I know my shit now. I couldnt tell you dick about what I learnt in half the uni subjects ive completed. or is that what unis about? you dont learn things to use, you learn it so you get your name on a piece of paper and so someone else can earn a dickload of money off you.
I get told over and over to finish uni, and i can appreciate the system and will respect it. But it quite obvious to me that uni doesnt educate as well as it could. it pisses me off, and people wonder why it makes me apathetic. i dont mind doing useless work to get something, i dont mind going through shit to get something that could be done in other ways. i resent that i am doing it mainly for someone to leech money from me. i feel like im someones slut.
Yes this is the post exam ‘not done well’ feeling sorry for myself rant. But I think ultimately its the education:cost ratio that makes me sick. I will and have payed so much, but what i see i get for my dollar, is sickeningly little. We pay for a car, and get the parts for a bike, with some vague instructions and little support and are expected to submit a mercedes.
fuck this.
im going to work.
“Why did God create lesbians?
So feminists couldn’t breed.”
It better be in that mailbox when I go down there or someone is going to get hurt.
Beanfield - Charles
Taken from games@ihug
“You, my unfriendly neighbour canker, are a fool. You have the intelligence of a mentally incapacitated zealous baboon and the penis of an irradiated marsh fly. Your mere presence sickens me as does the site of your festering innards leaking out the various gashes from where your mother tried to disembowel you at birth. Although science has yet to classify you, religion is quick to place the blame for your existence solely on the Dark Lord, who in turn is using his entire pool of soulless worshippers, legal council and travel agents to distance himself from you physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and legally, instead choosing to direct all the world’s hatred and loathing of you to a God who has the power but not the desire to get off his arse and waste precious energy blasting you into oblivion. In your pitiful existence you will amount to little more than a street cleaner, but will be fired from that position once it’s discovered that the mess and the stench both increase once you have finished a street. Your demise would be celebrated by humanity, if your personality matched your stench, rather than being emotionally destroyed and introverted. As it stands, you can only gain the attention of other lifeforms long enough for them to take pains to get away from your putrescence before dismissing you from their thoughts and getting on with their lives.“
