-Dolor en la mina cualquiera-
This has degenerated into a whinery, from its original purpose as a page to showcase my creative flair. But I don't give a shit, I need an outlet.
I know they say real men don't whine. Know what? Up yours. They say plenty of other things which have no basis to them, such as "Don't chew on razor blades", "Eat your greens" and the classic "I did not have sexual relations with that woman". And this beats "talking about feelings" with my mates. Next thing you know, we'll be braiding each other's hair and going for Brazilian waxes together.
Mum asked me how things are, and the instantaneous reply was 'ok'. Well, things are shit.
Contrary to what I may have led you to believe before, mother dearest, my work is a complete mess.
The other day, I was sitting in the Macro lecture and Petrongolo enthused about how the interest rate rises with a fall in the Money Supply.* I found myself at a loss for an explanation to this, and had to ask JK why this was the case. That scared the living hell out of me and knocked some sense into me.
I came home and revised the last 6 weeks' worth of Macro in 2 days. The beautifully compiled notes sitting on my table will come in handy sooner or later.
I hope the same happens for Micro II. I hope I get that jolt. I handed in the first homework assignment for said module today, fully aware that half my answers were complete rubbish.
Microeconomic Principles II is one bitch of a subject. The lecturer's ridiculous; I go into every lecture knowing that I will not understand any of the things I will be hearing for the next hour, and emerge even more baffled and depressed than before. Attempting the questions is about as fruitful as trying to transfer water with a hula hoop. The classes help, I must say, but the people around me who pretend to know everything don't. At this rate, going into the exam hall come May will be nothing short of suicidal.
But I will print out the worked examples (all 140 of them in their full glory) in December, and I sure as hell will memorise every single one of them and be able to regurgitate the solutions at a snap. Watch me.
I may be stuck in a moment, but there'll be nothing they can throw at me that I hadn't already seen.
I skipped football yesterday because I was just too tired to run after a ball, and they notched the first win of the season in my absence, and in emphatic fashion at that, 5-1. Just bloody brilliant.
And I won't even bother talking about THE THING, on account of my having talked so much about it already. You don't always reap what you sow.
Fern told me today not to worry, that she had faith in my ability, whether academic, sporting or romantic. What utter and complete crap. You don't even know me, honey, you don't know what I do, what I'm like, who I'm after, how I do things. That wouldn't even qualify as scant consolation.
You may be taking pity on, and feeling sorry for, me as you read this. Don't. I hate that. And don't tag about this entry.
* Just FYI, when the Money Supply falls, it means that Money Demand exceeds Money Supply, so Money Demand is too high and Bond Demand is too low. This will cause the price of bonds to fall, and through the inverse relationship between the price of bonds and the interest rate, the interest rate will rise.
Also, the fall in the Money Supply is likely to be a result of Open Market Operations by the Central Bank, who sell bonds to the public and reduce the amount of money in the economy. This subsequent flooding of bonds on the market means that Bond Supply exceeds Bond Demand, so again Bond Demand is too low and so on and so forth. I am that damn good.
