"Ladies and gentlemen, long entry ahead."

Because I feel like it.

Just reading the previous post makes me sad.
But hey,
Thanks to everyone for those kind words.

And so I've been very busy last week,
Preparing for the presentation today.
90% of the preparation was spent on worrying,
Which frankly isn't very productive,
But that's just the way I operate.

So busy that I haven't been to the hospital for a while,
And I feel terribly guilty.

I can't remember the last time I did a presentation,
And those 5-minute ones don't count.
In case you don't know,
I have a phobia of public speaking,
So I was honestly pretty freaked out.

On Sunday night,
I was contemplating doing a rehearsal.
But then MTV started showing the 2004 VMAs,
So the plan was immediately scrapped.

Did I mention,
That I still didn't understand the articles at that point?

Oh wait.
The VMAs.
For all you fans of Hoobastank,
(Or just fan of that damn overplayed song)
The lead singer is a disgrace.
(Is it Doug?)
First of all,
His singing was totally off right from the very first note.
Just when I started to worry if he could hit the highest one,
He pointed the mic at the audience instead.
Smart move.
But I digress.

I decided to put my work aside,
And leave it to spontaneity to "save the day".

Miraculously,
Nothing went wrong.
I only tripped over my words a couple of times.
However,
What I've learnt in the process is more important:

Which is,
No-one really cares.
Hell yeah.
Everyone is too sleepy at 9am in the morning,
To fully internalize what you're saying,
So you can say that the sun revolves around the earth,
And nobody will actually notice.
Which is great.
Cos I was just reading all the mambo-jambo off my notes,
And nobody knows what I'm talking about anyway.

Everyone just assumes,
What you are saying is something intellectual.
And so for the first time in a very long while,
I'm very pleased with myself,
For pulling off another successful con job.

During the second seminar of the day,
I noticed 5 missed calls from an unfamiliar number.
I returned the call,
And it was my honours coordinator.
Usually when they call so many times,
It means bad news.

And it was.

"We can't give you the extension."

And I was just thinking,
How screwed up all this is.
Just when I've wasted so much energy on my con job,
Just when I've done a little socialization,
And managed to talk to my classmates,
They've to deliver this piece of bad news to me.

Because I told myself that I'll quit,
If I don't get the extension.

And their reason?

"We can't,
Because you registered for the thesis module,
In the first semester.
That's why you have to hand it in in November."

"But you guys are the ones,
Who forced me to register for it in the first place!"

Anyway,
I went to see Dr Gana after class,
And we came to some sort of compromise,
That I'll hand in the thesis in December.

One month's extension.

Not what I had hoped for,
But better than nothing.
So it means,
I can't quit,
And I still have to slog my guts out.
Bah.

Gana had his left arm in a sling,
And I thought it would be nice,
To show some concern,
And ask about his injury.

"Freak accident, fell off a bike."

"You mean bicycle?"

"Yeah the bicycle chain broke.
Oh you're riding a motorcycle?
Be careful, it's the 7th month."

What the hell, haha.