A bunch of naked students ran past the library today. I heard the noise and racket first, and by the time I looked up all I saw was bare bottoms, flailing limbs and a lot of skin. After exchanging amused looks with other people at the study table, I went back to my study. About a minute later, a rather stout fellow, also completely naked, sauntered past. My guess is he was left behind by the pack, and when you're left behind in the middle of one of the most heavily-trafficked paths at uni without a thread on your back, what do you do but saunter?

Anyway, I handed in my first assignment today. Two more to go this week, then I can finally take a much-needed breather. It's the usual suspects keeping me busy again - ultimate, FMAA and lunch/dinner/no-occasion dates. The first and last is a nice sort of busy, so I'm not really complaining.

I saw an ad on TV just now. They were trying to sell a compilation CD titled "Songs for the Broken-Hearted", with the slogan "Let music mend your heart." I'm not sure how one is supposed to mend a broken heart with songs like How Can I Live Without You, Incomplete and other similarly titled songs. Thankfully I'm the optimistic sort, so thinking about the whole concept of this product and the people that will phone that number on the screen to buy this product merely amuses, not depresses me.

The reality show, Big Brother, on the other hand, makes my brain shrivel. Thank goodness BB season is over.

sleep schleep schmeep

Ngh. I can't sleep again. This time it's most likely my fault; I succumbed to a cup of coffee at 9pm. But the sleepless nights have been a trend of late. What's curious is the reason why I can't sleep. The moment my head hits the pillow, I start thinking about ultimate frisbee. Or more precisely, thinking about playing, and *wanting* to play oh-so-badly. It's like the adrenalin rush that keeps me up the night before a track and field event, except now, it's UF. After about 10 minutes of heart-pounding restlessness, I start to go delirious and fantasise about a world populated with clones of myself or wildly complicated frisbee-throwing mechanisms. Then, I think about throwing practice (because now there's someone or something to throw to) - 20 backhands, 20 forehands, 20 inside-outs, 20 outside-ins, and there I am, throwing to my heart's content.

Only, it comes nowhere close to the real thing and I'm left feeling unsatisfied, uneasy and more awake than ever. So yes, it's not pretty. The problem is simple: I'm not getting enough ultimate.

(Someone's inevitably going to do a Freudian analysis on this and insist that everytime I say 'ultimate frisbee', I actually mean to say 'sex'. I just know it.)

The remedy however, is much less simple. I don't wish to inflict potentially mind-numbing throwing practice with an incompetent player (i.e. me) on anyone, but I can't throw alone. Why must life be so hard?? This is why we all need siblings, nay, access to siblings. Because I have siblings and they sure aren't helping much being 4000 miles away.

Moving on, I'm now into week 2 of Sem 2. It is all going swimmingly, I daresay. I'm developing a very healthy interest in macroeconomics and geopolitical events, which surprises me mildly, but is really good to see. While I do a lot of reading, I worry about the effectiveness of my ability to retain even 30% of what I read. Imagine soaking a sponge to saturation, then lifting it up and having the water all drain out again. That's my brain. I fear my mind has gotten lazy; give it the barest inkling of having to retain and process a thought and it zones out immediately.

Ah, there we go. 3am. Blogging has always been a great time-killer. Thanks for listening, says she to the void. =) Goodnight.