Do not weep for war is kind

Haven’t written in like forever. Given that watching Harry Potter II inspired me to this, I'm not necessarily sure that that's a bad thing though. Anyway, as of today, I am three days to the end of an era, last paper of the A’s! Whee! It’s awful now though. Stuck in this limbo where I can’t have too much fun for fear of jinxing the paper, but there isn’t enough to study (or rather I don’t have the will power to find enough to study) to sustain me. So now I’m just stuck ala Stacy Orico. Strange reference. Nevermind that. Anyway, aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiggggggggggggghhhhhhh. So close yet so far. It’s like the last bit of a long run when you just really want to collapse but you know you have to and if you just put in that tiny bit, well then for unknown reasons there are increasing returns to scale. Bloob.

Harry Potter was a microcosm of our society. I have to say, I feel kinda cheated by the new movie. No more Chris Columbus and although he was complete crap in the third one, well I suppose he eventually lives up to his names sake cos I suppose it was the best effort possible as compared to the rubbish fourth one. But maybe that was just our front row seats.

You know it is so strange but I think that I’m actually going to miss school and well this. I mean it was shit. But it was also fun like when you watch people do crazy pre-exam things, and its exhilarating and well, sometimes it beautiful, every time like your world feels like its breaking down and you get saved by a knight in shining armour aka the person next to you doing something bloody stupid but kinda sweet. It’s also like a fellowship, the fellowship of the string, ties that bind, for no one else understands really, why everything seems so trivial and significant at the same time. I was thinking that it’s like war, war the way Tim O’Brien describes it except that it’s not really cos that’s just us imposing. It’s just that language seems to fail us so often that we have to pluck out crazy parallels to explain life, and we strive to make people see the truth, our truth, even if it is a stretch of reality. Maybe that explains Ron’s escapades.

Note to self, stop saying kinda. And stop saying silly things. And stop watching the Gilmore Girls as it is highly depressing as Rory is unhot(like self) but gets string of hot boys (unlike self)