Ergh!

Current Mood: Amused

Today, I sat in Borders for at least three-quarters of an hour, reading (but not finishing) a book that absolutely destroyed more brain cells than it did adding to my knowledge.

Title: A Briefer History of Time
Author: Stephen Hawking
Topic: NO IDEA, something to do with Physics throughout time


Woah! Hold on a sec, did I say Physics?

Could someone please remind me why I didn't continue with physics in VCE?

Hmmm....could it be that *gasp* I HATED IT?

So why did I spend so much time pouring over this book in a bookstore, when I had thousands of other books to choose from? Well, Miranda made it interesting. I mean, this girl normally hates reading, and to hear her talking her reading a book intrigued me. So I sat down next to her and began reading. Now, the topic interested me - about the universe and how physics tied in with it. But surely a whole afternoon reading about quantum physics and relative physics and particles/antiparticles and some grand unified theory of the universe couldn't be right, could it? After all, the author said it, the answer of all the questions the book poses may not be significant, may not even change our lifestyle, but the desire of humans for knowledge and to solve the mystery of existence justifies our search for the answer......or something like that. (note, I did NOT quote...definitely did not quote)

Well, I'm happy just to stay ignorant (which is why I didn't finish the book...that and the fact that I got so frustrated, c'mon! it's physics! PHYSICS!).

So what if there's some other planet out there where we can live? Do I care? I mean in the end, we're all going to die (not to be a pessimist). But honestly! What would you do if there was another world out there? Would you drop everything to go there? Why would you?

I think the reason why people dream of going to another world is because they're not happy with their lives. Big assumption, I know, but think about it! We're looking for a place to almost....infest, because we're destroying our own world. I'm not a greenie by all means but I do care about our environment. When your home is broken/damaged, there are two clear choices: Fix it or Move on. Now, obviously, the problems on our Earth is too big to fix just like that, and honestly, some people don't give a shit about it, so we're moving on.

Anyway, I'm getting off-topic. I'm (currently) content with my life. It could be better, but then again, everyone can say that about their lives. So in no way will discovering a new planet to live on affect me, nor if we discover that our universe is actually on the back of a giant turtle. What are we going to do? Create a spaceship to go talk to the turtle?

Hmmm...I wonder how turtles communicate? Head movements? Right: yes, Left: no, head inside shell: I'm scared, lol

Feeling Cheated

Current Mood: Bitchy

Stupid Personal Care!

I feel so cheated by the fact that other casuals from other departments are getting at least 30 hour weeks, sometimes even 40 or 45 hours, while me, yes lil old me, is estatic with a 20 hour week! Pffft!

Yes, I'm bitter.

I'm bitter like I've just ate 10 lemons with a recently burnt tongue.

Growing up

Current Mood: Cheerful

On Friday, my mum came back from her month long holiday.

When I saw her, I was almost disappointed in myself because I didn't overly feel anything. Sure, I was happy, but I wasn't ecstatic, I didn't feel like I missed her that much. I mean, a month without mum meant that I practically had free reign of the house. I could stay up as late as I want, I could go out as often as I want, I didn't need to clean my room and pick up after myself.

Sounds great, right?

But, as the day wore on, I realised that I did miss her quite a bit. The balance of my family seems so...off without her. We didn't seem like a family without mum, I mean, between work and going out, I barely saw my dad and Miranda. When we did see each other for the occasional dinner, the conversation was very limited and as soon as dinner was over, it would be everybody doing their own thing, with me and Miranda off to our own room. With the risk of sounding EXTREMELY corny, my mum IS the glue that holds us together. Since she's gotten back, the household seems much more lively. I make an effort to get up earlier in the mornings and come home for dinner, we've already had a talk each night about random stuff, some quite deep, others - just holiday stories or family stories. It's just more like ....home.

I guess I should appreciate my mum a little mum, huh? (though, not when we have fights though...haha)
Man...am I growing up? Damn...lol