So I’m currently taking a break from working on Statistics. I have my second midterm coming up this Monday (yay for round 2 of midterms) and obviously I am less than thrilled. I like how in most of my entries, I’m usually talking about Stats. It’s not such a trying subject but I suppose I’m just worked up about it, but in all honesty, it isn’t too bad. I only like it when I get it right cos then I can say ‘Hey you’re not so bad sugah’. When I don’t however, I feel like flinging my text out the window. And for the record, I don’t usually talk to inanimate objects.
I’ve been trying to find some good jazz songs and woot, I hit the jackpot ‘cos my playlist is being loaded up with all kinds of artists. Thank you musicovery.com! I can’t wait for when I can sit down and actually give them all a good listen. That’ll probably be like at the end of the semester, since I have so many deadlines coming up after which the exams will conveniently pop in. Oh goodie.
Anyway, so I was thinking about the day that’ll come when I’ll be leaving to start from scratch at a whole new place. I love the sound of that. ‘Starting over’, ‘setting off with a clean slate’, ‘getting a fresh start’ yada yada. With me, I can use that as often as possible. So thinking about this brought me to the question of whether I’d want to live in a city or a town or a mix of each… although I don’t know which place actually incorporates both elements.
I was born and raised in a fast and ever growing metropolis and currently doing university in a very small city (I can’t stress on how small. In fact, Saint John ‘City‘ is a little misleading) aaand… although I like this monotony and the fact that I can get anywhere in Saint John under 25 minutes… I somehow think I’d do better in a bigger place. What can I say, I’m a city gal. Or at least I think I am. But I know for sure that Toronto would not be best suited for me. That place is way too much. It was fun for the few weeks I’d spent there with Shona but after that, I felt like shoving the people who kept bumping into me or elbowing me in the ribs, onto the street and personally seeing to it that they got run over by traffic.
Hmm, so that’s all for now I think. My break is nearly over but not before I quickly zip through facebook. That’s something else I’m constantly preoccupied with. I don’t know what the fascination is. I think it’s my not-so-active life to blame and so I delve into such activities as checking Facebook a minimum of 10 times a day. Yeah I know. It’s pitiful. I have nothing to say in my defense. All I can do is slap on a weak grin and shrug.