Writer's Block (sort of)

Every writer needs some inspiration to get the ball rolling. Something to give them that boost. Something that they can write about, and it sticks out and tells the world "Hey! I'm interesting enough to spill my mindset to the anonymous blog dwellers out there!" Thankfully, I am not a writer. I like to think of myself as such, given that I blindly let my fingers hit the keyboard and extract what's inside that brain of mine. But I don't dedicate myself full time to this sort of thing. Just on occasion. Most days. Whenever I feel like it. Potato.

Sorry, I got sidetracked there. But since I'm not really a writer, I'm allowed to do that right? Spew out the garbage and save the sane and mundane for a rainy day? Bah, who am I kidding? Wales is nothing but rain. In fact, my feet are still drenched from two days ago when I walked through that puddle I like. You know the one. He picked on me in high school. You stood there laughing with your... your... your music, and your headphones. And your other things that's popular in youth culture today. Your.

I'm getting this inspiration to blog more frequently from my friend. My sister. My sister friend. My friend sister. Platonic sisters ('cause you know, I'm a girl now...). That, and the movie Ruby Sparks. I've literally just come home from the cinema and since the movie follows the life of a writer, it gave me the feeling that I should blog more often. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "But Oliver! Your blogs are more depressing than the starving children in third world countries!" Let's face it - I have been writing very negatively lately. I do apologise; for the atmosphere is lacking, here in Cardiff. Lacking that sociability. Nobody's visited my place. Nobody calls me. And worst off, I now sound like an old-aged pensioner, and nobody wants that.

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I've reached the point where I lack the motivation to continue. Writer's block is a bitch isn't it? Although, I'm not a writer. Programmer-who-likes-to-waste-precious-Internet-space... block... Don't judge me.

Seriously, I need some help here. Nothing interesting enough happens! It's turning into a diary. All I need is a pretty pink cover and jewels over my page and I'll be just like a little girl!

Tell you what, I need a job. That'll fill the void.

Maybe.

Only One Week In

I'd be lying if I said this course is teaching me anything. The majority of lectures aren't worth listening to, and those that are only preach things I've known for years. The lectures worth listening to dictate the conventions of syntactically correct programming, declaring variables, the practicality of Java (Ha!), and the like.

The only GIF of the clip I wanted, and it has captions I don't need. You get the gist of how I feel though.

I seem to be settling in well though. Meeting some great new people, the teachers are laid back, we're often sent out early and on top of all that, the work is baby work. Even the maths unit, which you would assume would be more game-oriented like more algebra, is simplistic. Things like 17936200 - 14827635 aren't worth learning if you're going to be spending the majority of your future at a computer, with open access to a calculator application. Seriously, computation in mathematics has zero practicality in the real world. When developing a program, it does the computation automatically. We should be learning real maths - things that we actually need to know. Learning how an equation reaches a result, not just working out what the result is.

I'm sorry, I love this GIF.

NEVERTHELESS, it is still October. I'm only one week in, so there is much time to deliberate on whether or not this enrolment was a good decision. I leave it to you, Internet, to decide - based on my biased review - whether or not there is any means to an end here. I don't know if it's the headache getting to my brain, or the liquid nitrogen fatality in the news passively destroying my innards (seriously, how retarded do you have to be to ingest liquid nitrogen? What are you, five?) but I seem to be writing very pessimistically about university lately. Perhaps I should write something positive...

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STUDENT NIGHTS.

That is all.

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