On the matter of pneumothorax

So I learnt what a pneumothorax was today, and studied the clinical features of pneumothorax. Basically what happens is the pleural space that lies between lungs and chest wall fills up with fluid or air and the pressure causes the lungs to collapse- which is not very useful for anyone trying to stay alive. I found the whole learning process extremely tiring and when I got home I thought I'd relax by wasting time on the internet.

After waiting for my currently slow as hell laptop to boot, I jumped on reddit, and right there in the headlines was news about how my favourite LoL player from my favourite LoL team is in hospital for a collapsed lung. You look at the guy and he's like the stereotypical candidate for spontaneous pneumothorax- tall, skinny, young and male. He's currently stable and even tweeted a photo of himself in hospital, but what really upset me is how he wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming international LoL tournament in Paris. He and his team worked so hard to earn a spot into the tournament, and he said, on multiple occasions, how excited he was to see Paris and go on dates with other pro players. I just felt so cut on his behalf, because all that time spent getting to the tournament, and all that time spent preparing for the tournament is now basically wasted because BAM spontaneous lung collapse out of nowhere.

I get that it could've been something much, much worse than pneumothorax, but I'm not the kind of person who thinks with the "at least it wasn't x" mentality. I can just imagine how pissed I would be if I worked really hard and was about to go to Paris, and I had everything planned out, and then next second I'm in hospital and I probably can't travel by plane for at least the next month. That would suck so much...

Studying medicine really sucks in that sense- because when someone falls ill you're all "oh I've heard of that condition, I learnt a lot about it", and then your realize the treatment options don't sound all that great, and just saying "you can fix that with surgery" isn't even reassuring. When a model for disease is superimposed onto a real person- particularly someone you know or care about, it becomes THAT much harder to bear. Sometimes I feel like it's better to not know so much about the disease because in a sense ignorance is bliss- but when you do know about it you can't help but thinking about how most patients respond post-treatment, and run through the list of possible complications in your head.

Anyway this is just a super long rant about how someone I really liked ended up in hospital and how I'm really disappointed that my favourite team will be one man short in the upcoming major tournament.

God this day sucks.

Inconsequential Blabbering

Sorry for not blogging again in however many days- I'm not very good at this consistency thing. So uh my 100 days challenge can be thrown out because finding something to be happy about is just too damn hard. I'm lowering my expectations yet again- and I'll consider not being sad a success. I'm not very merry after all, and it would take someone amazing to make me happy for extended periods of time.

Anyway I went back up north for school- it's a lot warmer here so it's a lot more forgiving when I forget a jumper. I changed back into shorts again for the first time in a week and was all "wow I have nice legs" and then realized winter was near and it didn't even matter because I can't be wearing shorts any more.

I was meant to wake up early this morning and leave the house so I could get some work done- I took one glance outside at 5am- it was all dark and I could hear the rain, so I promptly rolled over and went back to sleep. It was like noon before I decided to leave bed, and by then I just had no fucks to give because I wanted to watch to see if this Chinese team could get into the North American LoL Championship series, and they won pretty handily so I feel this stupid kind of pride but yeah I am innately biased towards Chinese teams. Except my favourite team is still going to remain the same- so my patriotism doesn't extend very far...

So I guess I should be doing work right now but I'm obviously not because I'm blogging. My laptop is so fucking slow it's tragic. It's been like this ever since I updated to windows 8.1- so the moral of the story is- DO NOT UPDATE to windows 8.1. Piece of shit some how magically slowing my laptop.

And here I am writing my midnight tutorials despite having started ages ago, and the days that merge with nights do drag on.

About GoT S4E3

I watched the latest episode of GoT today, and I felt extremely deprived the minute it ended. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EPISODE IS ALREADY OVER- BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYONE. NO- DON'T STOP-GIVE ME MORE. I'm going to be reviewing the season thus far in this blog post- and by review I mean I will criticise and praise whatever the fuck I want to because I'm entitled to be fully biased on my own blog. So, expect spoilers, not just to this episode, but to everything that has happened til now. See, I like you enough to warn you that I'm going to spoil the show for you without caps locking JOFFREY JUST DIED an episode ago. 

Anyway we open with the traumatic scene of Joffrey's death- and even though I fucking hated him I sort of loved him for being someone so completely despicable. Like, how often do you come across someone with nearly no redeeming features, but at the same time- this character is so real. He's not just a master-mind villain in a comic book- he's like, the living nightmare. When he started choking on screen I knew it was his death scene, and I thought "about time" because God I hate Joffrey but then as the scene played out, I was kind of horrified because I realized I didn't like watching people die- even Joffrey. Because in my mind it's like... if I like watching people suffer as they struggle for life, then I'm like Joffrey, and that's just not cool. I didn't really feel like I was watching Joffrey die, even though he was being a colossal dick only a few minutes ago, in the moments of his death, he looked so young, so helpless and SO FUCKING SCARED that I almost shat myself. So yeah, that opening to s4e3 was a dreadful reminder. 

Then the next memorable scene was when Jaime fucks Cersei in the Sept of Baelor- I guess it's the GoT equivalent of a church altar. I thought it was a super awkward scene because there was the body of their dead son, right next time them, and Jaime's just like "whatevs". Tumblr and Twitter are in an uproar over the scene, because apparently it wasn't a rape scene in the books but in the show Jaime rapes Cersei and some people are like "but she consented in the end" and other people are like "wtf but she said no at the beginning at he kept going and that's rape". Then there was a lot of rage at the writers of the show because there was meant to be brotherly and sisterly love and Jaime was a knight and he would never rape Cersei blah blah.

Mmm, I don't know how I feel about it all, tbh. To me the show definitely depicted a rape scene because of how she kept on trying to push him away whilst being all "NO NO STOP NO". Having read the passage which describes the scene in the books, I guess I do see the contrast between the book and the TV show. Except... I don't know, I don't see it as a murder of Jaime's character just because he did what he did to Cersei. I think people are mad about the episode because the topic of rape is a super-sensitive one, like it was never a good thing but with feminism on the uprising I feel as if the topic as become another sort of taboo. The current consensus on the topic is that rape, under any circumstance, is totally unacceptable and there is a very clear and distinct border between what is rape and what is not. And I guess that view is totally fine, but even though I saw a rape scene in GoT, I also felt Jaime's desperation, loneliness and grief. I don't think the show "murdered" Jaime's character- I think the show's trying to say that Jaime loves her, very deeply, knowing that she is a hateful woman, a woman who wants him to kill his own brother. And Jaime will do anything- anything to be with her- he doesn't care about the Gods, or their father- and he won't even let her oppose him because he wants her THAT much. I see it as a really twisted and horrid kind of love, and I call it love but maybe it's borderline obsession- I can't really say. Sure, it's not justified or right by any means, but I'm not saying Jaime did the right thing- I'm saying that he did what he did because that's his character. I don't think Jaime is the good guy in the show... Like, remember that time he pushed Bran out of a window?

"The things I do for love."

Anyway, setting that ugly business aside- we move onto my favourite scene- the scene where Sansa gets on Petyr Baelish's ship and she's horrified to discover that Sir Dontos didn't really save her because he was grateful- he saved her because he was promised gold by Petyr Baelish. It was kind of tragic watching Sansa make the same mistake as Daenerys Targaryen- like how Daenerys thought she saved that witch but the witch ended up murdering her baby and leaving her husband in a catatonic state. So Sansa thinks she saved Sir Dontos but I'm so glad that the worst he did was sell her off to Petyr Baelish. I mean, for most people that's already a tragic event in itself because Petyr Baelish is creepy as fuck- but I love Petyr Baelish. He is like... my favourite to win the Iron Throne and if I were Catelyn I would've chosen Petyr Baelish over Ned Stark any day. I think in a man like Petyr Baelish love is far more valuable because he's so clever and so dangerous- you can (as Ned sadly found out) never trust him because he's never sincere. Which is why I felt that if a character like that DOES love someone then their love is worth a lot more because of how out-of-character it is. 

So uh what I'm saying is my OTP is Sansa and Petyr Baelish and I totally want them to rule Westeros together and for the mockingbird to become the royal sigil. And it's great that both of them are currently on what looks like a ghost ship because symbolically it's also like "AH-HAH, MY SHIP HAS SET SAIL". I mean sure it's weird how he used to like her mom but she looks like her mom so it's not that weird for him to be attracted to her, and I think if they ended up together it'd be sweet because Petyr is far less likely to fuck things up than anyone else. Yeah I'm weird I know but I've been like this ever since I started using tumblr and I'm just happy that there are people out there who also think Sansa and Petyr would do well together. 

Then the rest of the episode is just Daenerys being her usual badass self and the new actor who plays Daario being a complete heart-throb. I always find it amusing how GoT manages to recruit all these good looking actors. Like in the books Oberyn Martell is meant to be the embodiment of sex- well in the TV show the actor who plays him just oozes sexiness in his every action and expression and I'm just all "I can't go for the entirety of this scene without a nosebleed". Anyway I'm looking forward to the scene where Daenerys just caves into Daarios advances because goddamn that man is hot and I'll just feel sorry for Jorah Mormont in the aftermath because even though the actor is way too hot to be playing the ugly hulk that is meant to be Jorah anyway, he's still in the permanent friendzone and I just feel bad about how loyal he is to her. 

And here concludes my "review" of the episode- I just couldn't resist writing about it- because even though a lot of people are mad about the episode and whatnot- I just thought everything was beautifully done and every plot line was terribly intriguing- I really can't wait for next weeks' GoT. 

Easter Break

Sorry I haven't blogged in an age. I'm technically on Easter break right now- but it's not a real break. Last week has been a real tough one to get through, with my tutorials and stuff. I was getting ready to go back home so I had a lot to tidy up- like making sure my drawers were all safely shut and that no mouse could run in and shit all over my books/clothes/whatever. Goddamn living in that house is so gross, now that I'm back down south in this nice clean place I realize how much I've been missing out on.

Anyway getting back south was a complete chore- it was lucky I got a lift with a friend this time, but we left at 6am to avoid traffic. It was completely dreadful to wake at 5am and I wanted to sleep so badly but I felt too awkward to do so because my friend kept on talking to me about the kind of music I liked, whether I still play LoL etc.

Then when I came home I found that my sister lost every single one of my xbox games except for Just Dance... I don't know how she fucking did it, but I just want to find my games. I guess I don't really have the time to play games or do anything else other than eat, sleep and work, really, but sometimes I just feel like I get stretched so thin. When I get some time off I almost feel bad about NOT doing something, I have to attend some sort of event or go see some friends or SOMETHING, but I'm such an introvert being with people just exhaust me. Not that I don't enjoy being around people, but even with friends, for the same amount of time spent with a friend, I almost need to spend just as much time alone, to myself, so that I might recharge.

Anyway, it's midnight already, for some reason, even though it feels like 9pm. I'm going to a BBQ tomorrow to see some friends- I don't know why I keep on going to these stupidass Asian BBQs, but my friends are there and since I spend a lot of time at school and I don't get to see them a lot, I want to use any chance I've got to sort of... be with them again. I don't know how you're meant to maintain social relationships when you just don't see people, and you don't even have an excuse to talk to them. Even the "hi how have you been" is difficult, because most of the time the reply is "sorry I have work to do", or just a plain "I'm really busy right now".

I don't think I'm using my break very effectively, but at the same time I'm just really enjoying not doing any work. I should really go to bed though, given how tired I feel. I'll leave you guys with a song I've recently fallen in love with.

My Mouse is Jerry

I don't think I'll ever finish complaining about the things that are wrong with where I'm currently living. First it was the cockroaches- but those are mainly out of sight now, due to my dilligent spraying of insecticide- now it's just the mice. So they've been making a nest inside the couch of the living room, and I've sort of known about it for a while, because I can hear them squeaking, but I just haven't cared up until now.

There's a mouse living inside my room, and it seems to like my closet in particular. It's a good thing I moved all my clothes to a different cupboard a while ago, since I felt the drawers were too close to the floor and I didn't want my clothes there in case I found any mice. See I had a mouse problem last year but I thought mice were sort of a rare occurrence- something you wouldn't have to worry about too often- and OH GOD I WAS SO WRONG. Maybe it's just with the old houses- perhaps if I moved into somewhere newly renovated it'd be a different matter, but at the moment I'm stuck in this place with all its mice.

So this mouse of mine- he only moved into my room in the first place because I like leaving the door to my room open, especially when I'm not in the room. So it has fun going in and out of my room, but then I ended up keeping it outside for a night or two, by shutting my door before it came back into my room. What happened then was that every morning I'd wake up to the sound of it scratching against my door, trying very hard to get back in, and when I'd opened the door I'd see a bunch of wood shavings at the threshold. To rid of this annoyance, I purposely let the mouse in last night- but that was still bad because I still closed the door when I went to sleep, out of habit, and I essentially just found a pile of wood shavings on the other side of the door. I also saw that the mouse was on top of the door knob, trying to fit through the keyhole and trying to move the door knob at the same time. I am sure it is not there due to coincidence, because I cannot imagine a door knob being a fun place for a mouse- sure enough, it fell and plonked onto the carpet about 10 seconds later. That was the moment where I went- holy shit that mouse is intelligent, it's trying to let itself out because it saw me turn the door knob a couple of times.

Anyway my landlord promises he'll do something about the mice, and apparently he's planted rat poison all over the house. I'm not sure I'd fancy finding a dead mouse when I got home, but I certainly want it to stop chewing on my door and waking me up in the morning. I know I could just leave my door open at night so it can come and go as it pleases, but it's so cold at night now.

Ergh life is a mess. Should I find happiness in the fact that my mouse is creepily smart? #day11orsomethinglikethat

The Concert of My Life

As you know, I paid around 400 dollars to see my favourite singer at his concert. It was a tediously long journey to get to the location of the event, but the anticipation of being able to see him live kind of made everything okay. I wandered around Sydney, right past the fancy medical school I failed to get into, and I was like, "fuck, I should've tried harder". Everything looked so new and shiny, and the facilities were that only a school of high prestige and repute could bring. If you had to judge that school and my school on nothing but appearance, that school would win 10:1.

Anyway that was sad and all, but I had a concert to attend so I didn't mind. Because I didn't know the city well enough, I became horribly disoriented in the middle of nowhere, and I don't know what I would've done without Google Maps. I don't know why I decided to take a train and then get on a different bus, when I could've just taken ONE train to go straight to where I wanted. As it happened, I took the longer and more complicated route, and I paid for it by getting lost and getting on a random bus anyway. By the time I arrived near the area it was completely dark- I didn't really know which stop to get off at, and I couldn't see. Out of sheer panic I mash the stop button on the bus, hoping to get off and make my way on foot- except the driver doesn't even hear the bell and keeps driving. Good thing he let me off even though he had driven past the stop- otherwise it would've just been more pain. At least I found my way right after I got off the bus, and despite all my panic I'd actually arrived at the stop I was supposed to, and found my way into the concert venue. 

The arena was MASSIVE. I knew it was meant to be "big" but I didn't really comprehend how big "big" actually was until I got there. I kind of scoffed at the people who hired binoculars at the door, and I was like "hah, plebs who bought further seats- now they need binoculars to see"- but when I got inside myself and saw that the stage was like 10m from the front row, I was all "well, fuck". Yeah, I was able to see the singer alright, but I suspect that was only I had decent vision- and I was all "maaan I should've just bought the seat within spitting distance from him". 

I was...half way between where this photo was taken and the stage. Yeah I can't imagine being able to see shit if I'd gotten a ticket that was even further back... 

So the music was awesome, and the musician himself really knew how to make the crowd happy. I wouldn't say the crowd was particularly cheerful- it was so weird because nobody sang along or anything for the most part- sometimes I felt like they barely made any noise. Still the concert was awesome, the lights were all fancy as shit and looked like they were solid, then there was this really cool animation sequence using "4D technology"- and I was all "what does 4D even fucking mean" until I saw it--- I can't explain that well, but basically when I saw it I was like- "ohhhh that's the 4D"

In conclusion- the concert was totally wonderful, and I'd go again next year if I could. Sydney was also absolutely charming- the noise, the crowd and the dirty streets didn't even throw me off. And then I have to go back for school and suffer this cockroach-infested house, the never-ending stream of homework and more recently- MICE. A mouse literally just ran out from behind the closet and scratched at the door, trying to get out. I opened the door to let it out, but I don't think it's interested any more. That would explain the wood-shavings I saw at the corner of my door and the noise I heard this morning- I was half-convinced that someone was trying to renovate while I was struggling to become fully awake.

I wish I could just stay in the city with the big concerts and good food... I also feel like I should REALLY be considering moving out. 

Happiness of Anticipation

Game of Thrones season 4 comes out like... tomorrow? I believe it is tomorrow. The producers hope s4 will be the best season yet, so I'm really excited because s3 was absolutely amazing. I forced my room mate to watch GoT, which essentially meant that I had to rewatch everything so that she'd be compelled to watch it with me. She didn't really get that into it until about s3, because the entire world knew that Ned Stark died and she knew that Ned Stark died without knowing who Ned Stark was. Then s2 was just kind of mild and bland, but s3 things really started to pick up pace, so that's awesome.

I'm just really looking forward to seeing more of Daenerys (isn't everyone) and the Kingslayer. I'm kind of smitten with the character concept of Jaime Lannister- he's like, not really someone you'd want to be friends with, but you realize that if you were his friend he would do almost ANYTHING for you. I find that kind of...romantic... in a way. I haven't read very much of the books, but in the TV show he loves Cersei, and Cersei is kind of fucked up but I just find the way he cares for her absolutely heart breaking.

Also the actor who plays him is really hot

I might just be a bit of a softie. Just the other day I was telling my friend how I cried over every single rewatch of the finale of Code Geass. I can't remember why I rewatched the last episode of CG so many times- as if it wasn't traumatic enough the first time, but yeah that was that.

So uh I have my predictions about what will happen in s4 and who will die- but because I haven't read very much of the books yet I have no idea what the climax of the season is. I should really stop spoiling the story for myself by going on the internet and looking up character wikis. For some reason I really want Petyr Baelish to win the Iron Throne, because I'm fucking weird and because I think he's just a really cool character. Obviously not the "good guy" of the story, but he might still make it. That's what I LOVE about GoT- the "good guys" don't HAVE to win. They can die- and they can die like anyone else. And then you have those characters like Joffrey who just fill you up with putrid hate- and they live for 3 seasons and counting... So yeah, I want Petyr Baelish to make it.

Also I have a mockingbird brooch from that time I went to an anime convention. I could've bought a dragon brooch, but I was like "Dany is too mainstream and too OP with dragons, I support Petyr Baelish".

Happiness is hoping for Littlefinger to win the Game of Thrones. #day11

Sate my Addiction

I don't think there's any use in denying it- I'm like, addicted to LoL. As much as I complain about it being a shitty game and that I don't even like it that much, I think a part of me actually really, really want to play when I hear my friends constantly talk about it. My friend was telling me about a new game mode released in LoL, where it was super-fun and it was only going to be here for a week etc etc, so I HAD to play.

I think I told you that the internet was fixed a few days ago. It is fixed, but it's not like, the fibre optic internet I'm used to. The lag is real and it's basically impossible to play against anything but AI. In fact I disconnect quite frequently against AI, and I think it's a wonder that I haven't lost to AI yet. I can generally go on for days without playing LoL, but I feel terrible when I watch streams of pro players at tournaments, get really excited and then go back to the reality of not being able to play myself. If none of my friends played LoL I guess I'd have an easier time, but not only do they play, they constantly remind me that they play- which makes things hard.

Anyway, I spent the entire afternoon playing LoL with my friend and his friends using school wifi- they were kind of shit but they saw me play this really terrible game where I was kind of shit, so yeah I guess it got evened out. Just because we kind of trash talked each other doesn't mean we didn't get along- I think it kind of helped our relationship in the end. So yeah the afternoon was heaps of fun- I basically played a lot of LoL, tried Nasi Goreng for the first time (didn't like it even though it looked delicious). After that it was just coming home to dinner, chilling for a bit, playing a few games on my computer and feeling completely satisfied----

Until a cockroach longer than 5cm FLIES across my room, seeming have randomly fallen from the ceiling, and frantically crawls across the wall. I was so thoroughly disturbed by it I kind of just sat there and stared. Then I got a bit of paper and tried to grab it off the wall, but it wriggled free and fell onto my table, and then it hid beneath my stack of books and papers, which was really fucking awkward because I was just worried about squishing it into my notebook. I eventually just sprayed all my stuff with cockroach spray, and then the cockroach kind of spasmed and rolled under my bed, so I had to vacuum it all out because my arms weren't going to reach that far and I didn't want to crawl under the bed because God knows how gross that is.

Every time I have to deal with shit like this the voice of my friend just sounds in my head: "what, did you move to a third world country?" I don't think I'm quite in the third world country, because I'm not dying of disease or starvation--- actually I could be dying of disease. The mosquitoes up here are VICIOUS, and their bites have scarred all over the peripheries of my limbs. A recent announcement went out that the mosquitoes were carrying some kind of virus which induced some sort of fever--- I didn't read it very carefully, but I have been bitten several times since the announcement went out, so yeah... there's that.

Luckily right now I show no symptoms of a viral infection, so I guess that counts for something. Happiness is not dying from fever, even if it does feel like living in the third world. #day10

Social Media Warnings

I attended this seminar this evening on social media awareness- not because I am particularly scrupulous about protecting my online profile (otherwise I wouldn't be blogging and I wouldn't use Facebook), but because the seminar provided dinner for only a gold coin donation. I had managed to not eat anything for most of the day so by 4pm I was really, really hungry. Then my room mate told me about this seminar she was going to and how the food was close enough to being free- so I happily tagged along.

I guess I didn't find any aspect of the presentation particularly alarming- I understand that anything I post will be here forever and that absolutely everyone would be able to see it. Part of it kind of made me regret the concept of ever starting a blog, but on the other hand I don't think I mind. The only time this has been troublesome is when people are unable to distinguish my blogging persona from my real self- admittedly there isn't much difference but just because I tend to blog about the same issues over and over again doesn't mean it's all that occupies my life. It just seems that way if you never actually talk to me IRL and you only read my blog.

So the speaker to gave the seminar said, "if you're not willing to have what you have written published in a magazine with your full name on it, then you shouldn't be posting it at all. Then I just think back to all the blog posts I've ever made, and I think the worst thing I've written is about how I might as well be fatherless because his presence was raw agony in my life- and you know what, I think I would've said that to a crowd of millions without much hesitation (though in essence that is what I might as well have done, since it's on the internet now and it's here to stay). I might have talked shit about some of my teachers being terrible at teaching,  but uh... yeah I can't retract that now, and I don't think my sentiments have changed. They weren't bad people, but they were pretty fucking terrible.

Anyway, the social media awareness thing hasn't done much for me. I mean, I know it's bad, but I don't really want to stop blogging. It becomes a kind of addiction after a while. Even if I'm in a shitty mood after I blog about it, it's like I've left my shitty mood hanging in a piece of writing on the internet, but I'm okay in real life. Being able to partition your misery from everything else is close enough to happiness, yeah? #day9

April Fools

The first of April is not a happy day for me. When I was younger I enjoyed the idea of pranking people- then I grew out of it and forgot the whole thing existed, til one year my friend pulled this elaborate prank on me that ended up almost ending our friendship because I got so pissed off and was utterly unforgiving. I think the first of April is just a cursed date for me.

So what happened today? Well, I started off by oversleeping my alarm by one hour. I assume it was the aftermath of having only slept 2 hours the day before. Having decent foresight, I actually set my alarm an hour early, so when I woke up an hour late by my alarm I was actually still on time. The mistake came in not knowing that my bus only takes me as far as university, but I needed to be elsewhere for class. I'd actually never realized before that the bus essentially ran as a school bus for that particular time slot- so yeah I guess that was my fault. I resigned to being late and didn't think much of it- I just waited for the next bus to come to take me to where I wanted. Except that bus then came later than it was supposed to, and after multiple traffic delays I was at my destination a whole 40min behind. At that point I figured it probably wasn't worth it, but my class was scheduled from 9am to 10.30am, and I figured I still had like 50min to go, so maybe it was worth showing up because I've missed less than half- not a chance.

After I awkwardly stood at the door for ages because nobody could hear me knocking, I was finally let in. Only to be informed that I've apparently missed about 3 quarters of the stuff and there was no use in being there any longer. I was unbelievably mad in that instant I wanted to kick something. Of course it was not really anybody's fault except for my own, but that doesn't help with my frustrations.

I went for a bit of a walk that resulted in me going nowhere, but I eventually back-tracked and sat at the bus stop, realizing I literally woke up, caught the bus to somewhere without doing anything and is catching the bus back. I should've probably stayed and made something of it, but I wanted to get home to reschedule my class before I forgot.

Looking on the bright side of things- well there's not really much to look at. I just got up for a class and missed it, and my next class is at 6pm. I just want to go back to bed at this point, because I still feel tired as hell and completely overwhelmed. The only good thing amongst all this is that I now have complete internet access. I don't think I ever told you that it was completely fixed. I can access YouTube now- the internet speed is still slow as hell, but at least I've stopped disconnecting.

I think I'll go play some LoL or go to sleep... The start of the day was terrible, but sleep or gaming amends most things. I also have a lot of really expensive textbooks I bought, which I can read. Happiness starts with motivation to be happy, I guess. #day8