Right, I'm hopelessly, hideously bored by law, but then again nothing's new. I've not updated properly in ages, mainly because not much happened (okay untrue, Halloween happened and that was ludicrous fun and there are pictures, but as usual they'll never see the light of day) and then a whole lot of school-related bullshit happened as it tends to do, and then there's that long-distance relationship I find myself still in (whoop de doo?) and then general academic woe and doom, crap I am taking so many modules and sweet Jesus it is dull.

But news! I find out I'm slated to graduate early, which means this time next year I'll be doing my last exams EVER (I might have to come back the next summer to clear a summer module, but that's okay I reckon). Which means I shall be running off and doing something I don't hate a full six months before I had expected, and when I graduate I'll be twenty-two, which somehow just doesn't feel as tragic and like I've barely lived as graduating at twenty-three. Now I'm suitably excited about this, because having worked off my debt (or academic obligation to my parents, rather, to do a degree that will allow me to eat occasionally, especially when I am hungry) I can run off and blow a lot of money on things that are likely to keep me properly hungry and poorly fed. Whoo! So come Januaryish 2011 I'll be in New York to learn Final Cut Like Whoa and then perhaps run around the Americas for a bit and visit my boyfriend, after which I'll be back in Singapore to see if I have to clear anything else to graduate during the summer. After that I'm going to do something that I've spent years dreaming of, which is run off to New York (again, t'is the dream innit?) for a year and learn to, wait for it, be a film-maker, ha-hah. It's kind of strange in that it's the only thing I've ever really wanted desperately, and waited a long time to come even close to (much besides, it's most of the reason I've spent the past three years subjecting myself to law school, so that I could run off without feeling like I'd let my parents down and spent all their money on something they'll never see their money back on). I don't know, I feel like I've been remarkably grown up about all this, (finally, my years of agony and pragmatism will pay off soon) and fucking hell, it's actually going to come to pass, and it's great and terrifying.

And just to remember what I'm subjecting myself to - this term I'm doing five and a half modules and it's mad. One of them's finance and I want to throw up just thinking about it, exams are in a little over a week and yeah things aren't looking particularly bright, in fact right now I'm journalling out of heinous boredom. I don't know, this term has been sort of insane, with firstly the workload and secondly the long-distance she-bang, neither of which are particularly pretty. Honestly I'll be so glad when this term's over, which it will be, incredibly soon, but now I wish it wouldn't just so that I'd have a bit more time to be a bit less screwed.

Speaking of long-distance, a couple of days after my last exam I'm flying off to Minnesota to see the boy, which is good and I would be looking forward to it a lot were it not for how my spirit has been broken by the sheer immensity of crap I need to get done in the next week. In theory though, I'm absolutely ecstatic I suppose, but I can't really tell because it's been a long time since I've felt anything besides a dulled sense of despair.

On a brighter note, sometimes I am bunnies! (circa early 2008)



This entry is too long and I have work to do. Oh, there is so much wrong with the world!