I haven’t felt like blogging lately. Not because I don’t have things I wish to say. Just don’t feel up to writing it down. Then again, it is summer holidays and one could say that they are as uneventful as ever. Except that would be false. It just wouldn’t be of interest to you.

On the other hand, I suppose I could tell the tale of the random I met at a train station one day who was rather lonely and going to the movies alone, and liked telling ghost stories. Why is it that I talk to randoms a lot? I don’t know.

I don’t have any energy anymore. Why? I need energy… I want to just hide out in a corner for a few months. To hibernate and heal. Or maybe just a few weeks.
I have no brain power. Which sucks. No motivation. Why? This is so depressing. It is as if I am watching my body move typing this yet I lack the connection to that body which is moving.

Obama’s inauguration was of interest to me and yet I didn’t really pay attention to it. Those books have been left unread. Resolutions? What resolutions? I don’t believe I took the time to think and make any. Perhaps exercise. Oh but I am just so tired.

Just one more month and it’s back to university.
I can’t make up my mind between economics and information systems.
Rather do more politics actually.
Rather do more reading.

Rather… do something.

But all I can do is blog when I have nothing to say. Nothing that I can remember anyway.

I’m going to crash and burn at this rate. Someone slap sanity into me, please?

Lidcombe RTA - 9.20am…with a 1.5 hour last second [and very useful] driving lesson before hand. Exact same path – though that was 1/4 luck I suppose. Did mean waking up at like 6.30am though. And well.. sleeping at 1am = so lacking attention.. especially since I didn’t get my cup of tea to wake me up.
Driving hazard =O

I passed the driving test today [good thing too, my license expires in April and if I wasn't so lazy I would have gotten them by now] and so now I have my Red Ps – Provisional 1 License. Yay! They last for 1.5 years before I should do a hazard perception test. Which probably means I should do some driving.
But first things first, getting my own car since I highly doubt my dad would appreciate me crashing the car theoretically and thus I doubt I get to drive it.

How else shall I learn to perceive hazards except for practice? Oh gosh. The rta is letting me on the roads =O oh noes. Another P plater in the mix. Pft. 101/103. Pretty good. Just need to check things more carefully. OH and I didn’t do reverse parking. Geez. Allll that effort and I didn’t have to do that. sigh

Unfortunately, I am such a noob. sigh Research time. Joyyy. I feel more like reading now. Or watching a shocking dramedy called Californication which emphasises more on fornication than anything else :/
Interesting tale I guess if you fast forward some scenes.

Except, I really should be getting to Elva’s house around now. sigh Honestly, I can’t be bothered. She’s only gone a week. No big deal. yawn If it were a month, then maybe I’d be concerned but otherwise, nope. Zzz. Ah air con and animation to watch is so awesome. Back to last second eps of this californication marathon which is encouraging swearing. Uh oh.

Summary of its dastardly happenings to come.
Oh and Loveless scanlations for Volume 9 Chapters 10 and 11 are up.

This year has started off pretty tragically. Hardly the optimistic pseudo-energetic resolution-fueled days of yesteryear. Perhaps its my utter lack of energy. Maybe I should sleep more. But I’m an insomniac purely and truly.

Independence in my shallow world is not quite attainable, though it is nothing compared to that of the non-autonomous countries fighting for rights. Shouldn’t even be in the same sentence =P Of course, human rights only exist when it is considered possible and attainable to those who seek it. And I don’t consider independence from parents attainable and possible. Guess I haven’t tried hard enough.

Maybe that shall change once I get my driver’s license? To have moments of quiet without the noise? To speak without whispers and without the presence of my absolutely nosy mother? To just disappear without having to tell anyone the specifics of where I am going; grilled for details I do not wish to divulge simply because I just want to be left alone! I can’t even go outside without questions of my so called routine changing. Guess its my fault for always being tied to the computer when I was younger. Now?

Some days I hate technology. Yes. That’s correct.

I hate the Internet.
I hate computers.

It’s gotten to the point that I am on the computer [and online] to the extent that that is all I do all day and any change to the normal [what is normal anyway?] is now looked at critically.

Yes, how emo. Oh look, that word came about through the use of the Internet.

Oh and I think the extent of me being on the computer has started to affect my ability to think since being away from it revives ideas and so forth. As for the internet? Well that just kills independent thought. Quite like how television used to be actually.

Meh. Hardly possible to escape, so feigning independence it is. But hey, at least I am able try to pass my driving test in the first go? Try being the key. The rest is all up to luck, attention-span/focus, the slightest motivation and honing my weak skills.