Turn yourself away (a promise of ashes)
Week 3- still on track.
We, the almost-but-not-quite-doomed finalists are all in that twilight zone of knowing that there is so much at stake that if you stop and really consider it, you could have some kind of blackout. And what happens when we eventually take on the mighty third year exams and win? We have no idea! There is such a massive jump between graduating and finding yourself some steady employment and an independent life.
On a slightly unrelated note, I recently found myself googling the lyrics to a Nelly song. I was curious because what I could make out from listening to it on the radio suggested that any links with the English language were highly doubtful. The song is called 'Grillz' and Google eventually proved me right-this must be the stupidest song thats ever been written and I'm counting the recent Black Eyed Peas songs and all the dodgy stuff we used to see on Rwanda's much-loved TV station. Honestly its so bad that it is actually culturally significant-it should be stored in a museum somewhere. I still don't quite know what to say- that this is an actual song and not some kind of joke is really quite hard to believe. To quote Radiohead in a song thats been in my head all week 'What are we coming to? I just don't know...'
Meanwhile I think I finally understood Quizmania although I had resolutely refused to do so because it made it funnier to watch with the volume off and the random words and numbers that didnt seem to mean anything. Turns out they give you one word and another blank and then people (to be more specific- people without a life)call in and try to guess what the other word is. This is around 1am in the morning and even though they are offering money, why would you spend your nights calling in at rip-off prices trying to guess a random word? Shouldnt you be doing something better? (and this coming from me who is watching the show...)
Again on a slightly unrelated note, I read something sometime ago thats stayed in my head. This guy who is smashing all his possesions one by one with-if I remember correctly- a sledgehammer. Everything he owns is going to be manually destroyed including his car. I'm not entirely sure why he is doing this, probably some kind of Fight Club inspired rebellion ('the things we own end up owning us') but I have a sneaking admiration for him. It is a kind of therapy I would guess, but I'm really curious to know how he gets on afterwards. Try doing that in Africa- I'd have a relative come down and give me a smack around the ear within the first five minutes. I can still see him in my mind's eye smashing patiently away on and on.
And there's actually a title race on! Seven points! The last time I cheered on Manchester United this hard was in 1999.
A promise of ashes.
We, the almost-but-not-quite-doomed finalists are all in that twilight zone of knowing that there is so much at stake that if you stop and really consider it, you could have some kind of blackout. And what happens when we eventually take on the mighty third year exams and win? We have no idea! There is such a massive jump between graduating and finding yourself some steady employment and an independent life.
On a slightly unrelated note, I recently found myself googling the lyrics to a Nelly song. I was curious because what I could make out from listening to it on the radio suggested that any links with the English language were highly doubtful. The song is called 'Grillz' and Google eventually proved me right-this must be the stupidest song thats ever been written and I'm counting the recent Black Eyed Peas songs and all the dodgy stuff we used to see on Rwanda's much-loved TV station. Honestly its so bad that it is actually culturally significant-it should be stored in a museum somewhere. I still don't quite know what to say- that this is an actual song and not some kind of joke is really quite hard to believe. To quote Radiohead in a song thats been in my head all week 'What are we coming to? I just don't know...'
Meanwhile I think I finally understood Quizmania although I had resolutely refused to do so because it made it funnier to watch with the volume off and the random words and numbers that didnt seem to mean anything. Turns out they give you one word and another blank and then people (to be more specific- people without a life)call in and try to guess what the other word is. This is around 1am in the morning and even though they are offering money, why would you spend your nights calling in at rip-off prices trying to guess a random word? Shouldnt you be doing something better? (and this coming from me who is watching the show...)
Again on a slightly unrelated note, I read something sometime ago thats stayed in my head. This guy who is smashing all his possesions one by one with-if I remember correctly- a sledgehammer. Everything he owns is going to be manually destroyed including his car. I'm not entirely sure why he is doing this, probably some kind of Fight Club inspired rebellion ('the things we own end up owning us') but I have a sneaking admiration for him. It is a kind of therapy I would guess, but I'm really curious to know how he gets on afterwards. Try doing that in Africa- I'd have a relative come down and give me a smack around the ear within the first five minutes. I can still see him in my mind's eye smashing patiently away on and on.
And there's actually a title race on! Seven points! The last time I cheered on Manchester United this hard was in 1999.
A promise of ashes.
posted by Minzo at 9:42 PM
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You'll ace those finals hombre,hang in there
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