20. OK, Logic Can Be Annoying Too... (Negative)

This assignment is hard. Not to say that I won't be able to do it, but it's irritating me immensely that there is definitely a simple solution evading me. Serious work should get me through it though.

Exams coming up. Worried as usual.
There's more to worry about this year. I'm feeling the pressure I predicted when I got that 4.0 last semester. Whatever I do, likelihood is that I'll be below that, and there's no possibility I can improve on it. That's depressing. Everyone tells us things get more difficult every semester. But that doesn't quite convince me that doing worse is OK. Sure, I'll live with it. It'll just annoy me.
'specially because one of my friends may have been refused co-op on the basis of his grade falling over a year. And he's a clever guy. He probably dropped from 3.8 to 3.4 or something.

Urgh.

19. Logic Never Felt So Good (Positive)

I finished that essay (see 18) and got it submitted on time. I'm pretty happy with it, but it made me realise how much I really don't miss Leaving Certificate English. I mean, fair enough, I was good at it. I suppose I must have been to get an A1. But writing essays just...doesn't appeal to me. I like to write, but I dislike having a topic to dance around for 2000 words. It smacks of overcomplication. I prefer to write what I'm thinking, all of it, and stop. Sometimes there's a lot, too much, and some is irrelevant. Other times I simply cannot get what I consider the good material to reach the word count. It's extremely frustrating having to pad an essay when you're as much of a perfectionist as I am.

With that in mind, I am now enjoying my programming assignment in a BIG way. The mental challenge, the well-defined goals, the medium which allows no half-measures or padding...I love it.

Assassin happened over the week before last and last week up to Wednesday. It was stressful but now it's over and I'm pleased about that at least.

To top it off, I had an interview for a summer internship on Friday. Which is awesome. I don't hold any hopes for it but I really am pleased to have been considered. I'll know whether it was experience or life-changing quite soon, apparently.

It's going to be a good week - the final one of lectures. Woo.

18. I Don't Even Know Anymore (Negative)

It's been one of those weird days. Things seemed to be going well at first but started to wallow towards evening and ended in a conversation that really should not have happened with an old friend. I have this problem. I find it monstrously difficult to keep my mouth shut about something.
Secrets are OK, but if there's some nagging issue with a person, I keep wanting to mention it when I'm talking to them. And that happened tonight.
I'm not pleased. Not at all. In fact I am deeply angry at myself for being such a fool. It'd be fine, just a simple peccadillo, if I hadn't done it so many damn times before. An apology is not enough. I must feel bad about this for some time in penance. Perhaps I will write about it.
Perhaps not.
But I need to sort it out.
In my head and in the real world. The former is far more important.

That's all.