Aftershock

General Information:

• My Blood Pressure is at 100/40+
• My accumulated GPA stands at 3.468, where my Dad will kill me if he finds out (he will, eventually)
• I am left with $48 in my wallet, and half of it will go to the admission tickets to the ArtScience museum where I can visit Dali and Van Gogh
• I am quite sick of reading Sinclair Lewis, having borrowed all the reading list requirements. 
• I have found out for the 3rd time in a row that it has been one sided all along

Why did I do that for?

Where do I begin..

Hm.

My blood pressure has always been this low. Explains why I seem to be a walking cucumber(kudos Kiwi), not rash or hot-headed. I feel a bit dizzy when there's too many things for me to juggle, but I have yet to reach the stage of fainting.

Results came out last Friday. I was really dreading it. Reasons being:

1) I have not written to the extent where my fingers are bleeding

2) It was not to the point where I start having weird dreams about the modules I'm taking.

3) I have not reached the stage of having full marks in each paper done.

The text came from the Polytechnic at about 9.30am, and it went unopened for the next 12 hours. Some of my friends were asking, so I gave in and asked a close friend to do it for me. He opened it for me and well... HE was impressed. I was really upset.(His identity remains a secret, n'matter what you say). I guess I'm a very extreme person or something, but something kept naggging at the back of my head that I had left something undone. Which again, the voice was completely right-.-

I shall hesitate to reveal my year 2.1 results here. Nope, I shall not do it.

My Dad has been very jumpy about my results in Polytechnic more than my mum. Looking at it, I am also more inclined to say he will kill me if he finds out the dip in results(Shouldn't have made the pact not to screw up anything). Argh.

After watching Midnight In Paris I am very "inspired" to visit the Salvador Dali's exhibition and Van Gogh ALIVE! in the ArtScience musuem. I now decline to say when I will be going. I do not ask for unwelcome visitors.

Sinclair Lewis eh? Being the music nut I am, I had always thought

Arrowsmith = Aerosmith 

Then again, Arrowsmith ≠ Aerosmith

Arrowsmith = Story of a doctor

Aerosmith = Rock band. Like duh.

Completely thinking that I would be reading about musicians, I went ahead and borrowed Lewis's other books, Main Street and Babbitt. Until I opened the cover and it turns out to be about a doctor. His name is Martin Arrowsmith. Never have I seen the name "Martin" so many times, to the point it comes out as Marred tin.

A word of caution: Main Street ≠ shopping. I've yet to read Babbitt yet.
And this guy broke the record of one book a day. I took 3 days to read Arrowsmith. I now have 3 days to sit down and catch up. After I stop being distracted by the architecture books (Kudos JGL).

Ah yes, the 3rd time. I now resolve to take a summer-esque attitude. Rejoin the non-believers. I should have stayed there in the first place. I would also like to ascertain my renewed take (relationships are messy and complicated, who needs them?)  Had enough trouble for 3 years, all in 1.5. Amazingly there were no tears, just a huge wave of relief. It stayed inside me for quite a while, wasn't banking on anything, neither is there anything to bank on. I guess this is a good thing, one way or another, nothing to be afraid of, I can do what I like, no need to listen to anyone, no need to make time for anyone, I'm free to dress like a guy, listen to what guys listen to and be afraid that my boyfriend doesn't like me blasting my ears to the Foo Fighters/Fall Out Boy/Bon Jovi/[Insert Decent Rock Band here].

I am also free to watch Hugh Jackman do his Oscar opening number again and again.

Enjoy

UPDATE:

Sinclair Lewis. Really Dramatic. Like watching some TV serial. I feel very tired reading Main Street. Explains why it seems like a sedative to make me sleep after 3 chapters. AIYE.