Dragon Boat Festival (China)/Chocolate Eclair Day/Auto Race Day
2004-06-22 @ 10:21 p.m.

Finally got down to some studying today. Antony & Cleopatra, what an ironic choice. Haven't actually read the damn thing yet, but I've been rewriting my annotations properly. Still am in fact, and that's about all I've done today. I did dig up everything that I'll need to go through before Common Tests, which is quite a tall stack, considering it's just four subjects. I think studying Origins of the Cold War is a wise decision, because it has a fraction of the readings that Globalisation of the Cold War has! Okay, so the question could be a helluva lot harder, and then I'll be screwed for half of History. I feel like shredding something, anything, just to watch the slivers of paper fly about. Writhing, like so many worms, on the bare tiles of my bedroom. The closest I've come to doing anything of that sort was emptying my puncher. The paper discs leapt into the bin, as if pouring themselves eagerly into the plastic abyss. I methodically hurried the last few reluctant ones along. What's it like to be a paper disc? Or rather, what would it be like to be a paper disc if paper discs were sentient?

If the above makes precious little sense, it's because the stuff I'm reading these days makes precious little sense. Remember William Gibson? I've decided that his books are way ahead of their time, even though cyberpunk isn't exactly the most recent of genres. Have you heard of artificial intelligences that merge and then fragment to haunt cyberspace like voodoo gods? My point exactly. I like it though. It wasn't nearly as technical as Neuromancer, but the ending was a lot more confusing than Idoru's. Next target: Buy all of Gibson's books. Have I mentioned that Edenborn, Nick Sagan's sequel to Idlewild, is on the market? Not locally, I meant in America. I'm starting on a collection of short stories by Italo Calvino now. Have I told you how much I like Calvino's writing? Middlemarch has been shelved indefinitely in favour of Calvino and Nabokov! Until I get back to the school library where Eliot and Baudelaire await...