Sitting in a computer room that used to have significantly more students in it is weird.
right now there is me and two others. we’re all doing something.

I was meant to start studying a little while ago, but after I get this done (and the photo post) I will get stuck into it as I still have a lot to cover and very little time in which to cover it.

Still, it is weird. The sound of construction is outside. That hasn’t changed.

Inside it feels so empty. I guess that it’s good in a way as it means that if I so decide to do so, I can stretch myself out  a little bit and take up far more space if I so desire.

There’s now a few more people in here, but it’s still relatively empty.

I imagine that there’s a lot of people studying in the library, vying for space.

It might be a little weird seeing the computer lab so empty, but at the same time I am glad as it means less noisy people.

Exams. I have talked about how I do not like exams. I do not like the cram and I am lnot liking study.

I am whinging. I am whinging hard, but it is still whinging.

I could probably do a little more right now, but instead I am not. I am sitting here, whinging about my fate and procrastinating so hard that I could be procrastinating harder. Probably. I don’t know.

Maybe I really should knuckle down for a little while, stick to burning all the information into my eyes.

Maybe I should keep on going on this. I don’t know.

I know that when I am done with this semester, I will be looking to go for a long walk into the bush and lose the whole day to what would be around me.

Maybe I’ll scream really loudly in some sort of anguish and pain.

Not that I will feel very much. I’ll probably feel really tired by the time that I’m done.

Well, soon the exams begin. The first one is tomorrow. On a Saturday. This is ridiculous. I’ll be expected to wear pants, or possibly shorts.

I want to lounge around in my underpants and not worry about anything for a while, but instead I’ll have to be present and do things and keep my knowledge topped up.

I’ll have to make sure that I am there on time and do the things that make me get the marks.

So much to remember and such little care about it all.

Can’t I just give up?

Of course I cannot.

Can’t I write something that is worth reading?

Of course I cannot.

Well, maybe…

Possibly.

Who knows?

Not me.

Or do I?

Why all these questions?

Why am I wasting your time?

Why am I sitting here in a room full of strangers that is not full of strangers?

Too many questions, time to waste more time.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:42

This is bad.
I think.
I wanted to write about something else but I thought better of it.

Written at university.