Finish the HSC

Over.

Still have to bring in a library book so I can sign out properly. How anti-climactic (but I want to bring a gift for a teacher anyway).
At least those lost $53049 others are no longer in my name.

Presentation night mid-December. I don’t want to go because I’ll trip over when I’m climbing up to the stage!

Complete all my exams and assessments

These split ends are really annoying me.

I probably passed Extension English.

Tomorrow I have Society and Culture.

Guess who nearly beat the final boss in ‘Being a Duck’? :D

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Note: Not my screencap. I’m sensible! I only stayed up until 2:30 some nights on my ‘get a good sleep pattern’ program! My anxiety (physical, not consciously psychological) only made going to sleep take half an hour the other night, and made me WAKE UP at 3:00. A bit of vomiting lately. Lalala ttyl

Seriously, a year before I start university (in 2011) (hopefully!), I’m totally futureme-ing myself to remind me that learning is fun! pff why don’t I ever learn THAT?

Picture related: a photo of a production of Tom Stoppard’s ‘The Real Inspector Hound’, one of the Extension English texts I’m being assessed on on Friday. It’s so much funnier now since I got around to reading ‘The Mousetrap’, which is what it is satirising!

“Moon is talking about a reproduction of a review of an unnamed play. To put this yet another way, he is elaborating a quotation. This brings me to central issue in the process of representation: in what sense is all representation quotation? And if it is quotation, does that mean that an utterance has significance, a plenitude of meaning, because of its basis in previous utterances, or does it have no significance because repetition empties the sign of any meaning? This crux is well illusteated in the recurrent expressions of sexual desire by Simon and Birdboot. That the first duologue between Simon and Cynthia, for example (p.22):

Cynthia: We can't go on meeting like this!
Simon: We have nothing to be ashamed of!
Cynthia: But darling, this is madness!
Simon: Yes! - I am mad with love for you!

Every utterance here is a cliché both in romantic literature or drama and in life. It is impossible to say ‘darling’ or ‘I’m mad with love for you’ without in effect the millions of other people who have said it. An extra twist is given to the duologue because it is framed by the comments of Birdboot and Moon which come between the characters’ kiss and their speech:

Birdboot: She's beautiful - a vision of eternal grace, a poem.
Moon: I think she's got her mouth open.

[..]

What eventually happens to the two critics – their entrance into a pace of unstable and disintegrating identity – is in fact their permanent state. GIVEN THAT, THEY HAVE NO CHANCE AT ALL OF GIVING MEANING TO THEIR INSIGNIFICANT LIVES.”

- ‘No one of that name here’
Signs, Things and Meaning ‘Underneath in The Real Inspector Hound
John Stephens
Macquarie University

About my mum not giving me a lift to teach me a lesson. In the dream I’d woken up 40 minutes before the exam and was trying to study, so the lift would’ve been way appreciated. In the end I ran through the air, or on top of other cars.

Very slack in my barely existant studying. Do I really not care, or am I in denial?

I reckon the worst obstacle about this will be finding all my lost library books!

My first exam is in 1 week.
Off to ‘read’ and ‘learn’.

Actually, my procrastination’s been wicked productive. Cleaning my room and reading the newspaper and scientific articles and educating myself o everything other than Extension English, Society and Culture, or Drama, which is supposedly more ‘important’. I know it’s a mental trick but it beats MySpace, right?

When people ask how the HSC’s going, I just laugh uproariously.