events

quite a few things happened actually.

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fell in love with the mini

yes. after that friend in camp talked about what he did to his mini ($60,000 worth of mods) and how good a platform it is to throw around, i drove the mini for more than a week in a row. it is unbelievably fun and corners like a fucking housefly. i can't believe i failed to notice this jewel, and it's been with us for almost three years.

it was only recently though that i found out that if you lock the mini from the inside you need to pull on the latch twice to get the door open. that reservist friend must think i was bullshitting him about the existence of our mini, cause i couldn't get his door open on the first try. oh well, i don't have the habit of locking my door when i drive.

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smashed up the mini

yeah, during my week of driving it around. right now my brother is adamant i shouldn't be allowed near any manual car if i couldn't even handle an auto, and he's going to actively petition my father to buy an auto for me. my only defense was i wasn't looking forward at the point of impact. i was checking my blind spot in an effort to avoid the retard in front. who ran away.

conclusion 1: it was pure bad luck

conclusion 2: don't ever check blind spot

i can't decide which is worse.

but it doesn't matter what my brother says anyway; i've determined i can't afford to take over the installment of any car in any case,  which my father seems to be expecting of me. so i wouldn't want him to buy one anyway.

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loads of assignment deadlines

as a result my body can't tell night from day right now. and i'm producing substandard stuff for my teammates. good thing the leader's giving me another day or two to clean up my shit.

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looking for a job

yes. actively. unfortunately i'm already desperately trying to claw my way into my normal school schedule. this lag is due in part to the fact that i attended my two-week reservist in january. and it's going to happen all over again in july. but i really want to manage my life and include a job. cause i'm fucking desperate for the fucking duke. can't fucking wait. and nobody understands how i'm feeling. arg. angst.

it feels like i'm being ripped open from the fucking inside.