Fun With Phonics

Hello, strangers.

Yet another night I stay up in the false hope that out of the blue and inspiration will strike me like an Almighty Smiting. Ah, yes, how one does wish such things could happen out of thin air. But the thing is, inspiration doesn't come in strikes (unless you're doing a report five hours before the due date). So I do what I have to do anyway. I scroll through journals and sift through articles, looking for the smallest piece of information that may have *some* connection to what I'm supposed to do. 9 out of 10 times it actually works.

Ah well. I guess this isn't really one of those profound "eureka" moments. Pretty much everybody's been there and done that. Still, I do find it quite interesting that I'm finding it all rather strange, unusual, and difficult. Heck, I did this in highschool. But that was two years ago...

Now I wake up, every morning, in a room that's hundreds of miles away from my own. It's as if I'm just waking from a dream that has taken me for so long that I forgot what life was like in the real world. I've gone a pretty long way to wake up, but the more I open my eyes, the more I like what I see. It's a whole new world for me.

...Unbelievable sights
Take you wonder by wonder
Soaring sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new horizon to pursue...

Whoops.

Where was I? Oh. Well, I was planning to write about how my ESLA (that's English Second Language for Academic purposes, ey) lecturer is the amalgamation of two of my highschool English teachers and John Cleese, but that's pretty much gone from my mind right now. What matters is that as much as she treats us (us as in English Second Language speakers...of which I'm technically not part of, come to think of it) somewhat like kids, she's a pretty darned good lecturer/tutor. Fair marks, constructive criticism, constant motivation ("get good grades or meet her again next semester" is good enough for me), and her Brit sense of humor. It's all good. Well, until we mess up and she goes ballistic. Did I mention the sense of humor?

Speaking about humor, this has got to be one of the funniest videos I've seen. It walks the fine line between being plain bad humor and flat satire. It does take quite a while to load, but it's pretty much worth watching.
Apart from that...

A four-hour Kendo session awaits me on Saturday. Sweet as. Which means I've got to get that Geog essay done by Friday...and at least half of the ESLA one by Monday. Meh. Oh well. At least after this all I'll have to think about are the exams...and the ESLA essays.

Yup.

Lacklustre, lacking wit, and lacking coherence as per usual. Night, all.

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