Yes, I'll finally have the links updated.
No, Ian's not a happy panda. At least not of lates.
I'm soooo shitted. Severely behind my A maths homework, purposely lagging behind on E maths (GOD DAMN DRAWING THINGIES.), only half-way proficient on both physics and chemistry.
Now, I won't blame CO for this, it's unfair to do so. Countless of people are able to handle CO, work and play. Yes, they do better than I in those 3 aspects too. But for those who are still wondering. (since the CO room apparently has a gigantic grapevine growing in it.)
I am NOT going for the SYF.
There you have it. Plain and simple. Now for the why.
It's easy to see that I'm lagging behind my work, a lot. But that's not the entire reason. The other factor is how amazingly boring preparing for the SYF is going to be. Should I attend this year's SYF, it'll be my third time. Twice is enough, really. The same damn songs for the next 1 1/2 months? No thank you. I'll pass.
I'm exaggerating? Picture this then. For 4 days a week, about 4 hours each time, you are going to practice 2 songs. TWO songs. That's 4 x 4 = 16 hours. Assuming an equal amount of time is spent on each song (I'm being generous here..), it's 8 hours spent playing that same song. That tune is going to drive you nuts. How about you try solve the same problem sum for 8 hours over and over?
Sometimes, it's not even you playing for that 8 hours, but rather you waiting for others to complete their stipulated time. Damn, that sucks big time.
Anyway, today, my mum came in and screamed her head off immediately after doing her marketing.
No "Hi Ian."
She just shot off her mouth about not knowing what to tell my dad since he always sees me on the PC. Well, to that, all I can say is this. When I'm playing, he's around. When I get about lugging my ass towards my books, he's out working. Bad mojo.
So I lock myself up in my room and set about completing about 3/4 of my A maths. Out of that 3/4, more than half of it are either half done, wrong, or blank.
Hey, I tried. Sometimes things just don't go your way.
Fuck you maths.