busty dancers and baby blankets
Papers have been handed up, lectures are done with and I’m on my mid term break! *subconscious: it’s halfway through the term already?* I mated the tamagotchis this morning. I didn’t intend to, I was just connecting the infrared, but instead of the girl tama hovering in the upper left and a gift appearing, they faced each other head on, and the next thing i knew there were fireworks and babies. Two little baby girls who seem to have lopsided eyes. Hmm. It’s strangely adorable yet somehow disconcerting.
I had to go pound on J’s door twice today to wake him up so that he could go and pay the hostel fees. Apparently they’ll kick him out if he doesn’t pay up. Actually, it’s not that he doesn’t want to pay. It’s more like he forgets to pay. Technology is wasted on him, he has a shiny new PDA and doesn’t use it to remind himself of things. Doesn’t that just piss you off? People who have lovely new gadgets and don’t know how to use them properly in order to get the fullest benefit. He was going to rant about stairs today in his blog, but I think I’ll steal that idea from him. Or I won’t, after all. I don’t really have a problem with stairs. They’re mighty useful things. I’d rather climb stairs than a steep slope anyhow.
Tamagotchis are big on whimsicality. The parent tama has a big blanket and the baby has a tiny one. Aw, so adorable. My roommate thinks I’m nuts, because all she sees is a bunch of dots. Well… I don’t deny that that is indeed what they are. In fact they’re not even a unique bunch of dots. I have experimented and it is true, there is no randomizer on these things. Tamas hatched at the same will do things such as get sick and cry at the same time. It’s all predetermined. Which brings us to a question: If tamas actually had an intelligence similar to ours, would they believe in fate? Muahahaha! That seems to me a very stupid yet profound question. Stupid because it’s about a bunch of toys, profound because it brings up deeper questions of how humanity got its faith. How do we know we’re not just playthings of a higher being? Of course you could debate that we have free will, but what if it’s just a semblance of free will? You can’t control when a car is going to come speeding down a road and run you over. You don’t have that kind of prescience. Hmm… deep thinking indeed.
There’s a girl in hall who seems to be very busty. She’s not a big girl, only about my height, but it looks like she’s a C cup. Or at least a very big B cup. And her bust is higher than I’ve seen on other girls. You can’t help but look, because there just seems to be something out of the ordinary about her. But I think I’ve figured out why. She was wearing a T-shirt that said “Royal Dance Academy Summer School”. Now, there’s no royalty in this country, but I’ll assume she went on one of those ridiculously expensive summer courses. That explains it. She’s a dancer, and unlike the rest of us spineless jellyfish, her posture is ‘chest out, shoulders back’. Which, when you’re a girl, makes certain parts of your body very prominent.
I had an idea today, that uni students should have 2 bedtimes. One would be early bedtime, around 9 pm, and we’d sleep until perhaps 12 midnight. Then we would awake and continue studying until 4 am. Then sleep. Uni students don’t usually sleep before midnight anyway, so this seems like a good plan. But I won’t be following it. As it is, my body clock has totally rewired itself. At 2 in the morning I’m still up for a cup of tea. Normally at that hour I’d be fighting sleep. But now I have serious problems waking up. I set the alarm for 8, it goes off, I switch it off and don’t stir again till 9. That never used to happen! I’d get up immediately! What has hall life done to me…
If you managed to get through college or university without becoming some sort of strange nocturnal creature, let me know how you did it.
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