First day of school

I'm so tired, and two weeks of not a lot of work has let my brain go completely blegh, so much so that I took one and a half hours to do half a question of math.

Good to see everyone again though.

Otherwise, been tackling internship applications again. Starting to copy and paste and rereading questions until everything seems to mean the same thing and nothing I've written flows nicely, sounds sincere, or makes sense. I don't wanna grow up.

Last day of the holidays

Oh my goodness. It's taken me the better part of six hours to fill in one internship application form. A good exercise in bullshitting though, I mean I don't know the first thing about investment banking other than that you get to mess around with other people's money and tell them where to stick it, and I had to answer all sorts of questions like "Why have you chosen this field?" and "Why do you think you can bring to the company?"; AND I don't think I'm even eligible because I'm not in my penultimate year. It's all a shot in the dark.

Other than that, some progress on the design project; at least I know what a swing bridge does now, although I don't see how we can come up with a design specification on something I've never ever seen in practice. Can't find an existing example to copy, I mean be inspired by. Google's useless. Swing bridges are a thing of the past, get a teleportation unit.

Stop the madness!

Oh the emotion, the passion, the frustration, the sheer relief! I've played Worms all day, and now I feel like throwing up, completely unfit for such extreme gaming, especially of this calibre. I was not designed to undergo such optomological strain, and am paying the heavy heavy price.

I've been sitting here so long that the woven straw seat has tattooed its pattern quite firmly into my ass, and I think I can feel the start of carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand. My eyeballs want to bury themselves in the corners of my brain to escape the onslaught, and I have little pink wriggly things holding shotguns firmly etched into my retinas.

My ultra-efficient group leader is going to kill me come Wednesday. I've made no progress on a group project I know nothing about. What a start to the year!