Ever had those days when you feel that you're falling into this hole filled with sharp, point spikes on the sides? You fall for a vastly infinite time while the spikes are just poking you slowly from time to time as you plummet into an abyss, eventually though, you die a miserable death from the cuts you sustain.

THAT is how it feels everyday.

I wake up and get ready for school wherein I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go through crap again. What crap you ask? The same crap I've faced ever since I stepped foot on Atenean soil kind of crap. Let me give a very, very good example.

We, being the elite core of idiots taking ECE, have a circuit to be done. Ours by some unfortunate stroke of luck, idiocy or God, doesn't work. As I have spent days trying to figure out how the blasted thing works, it still doesn't work. During these span of days, I have neither eaten, slept nor done any happy things that would have normally kept Suicidal-Tendencies-Marty out of the way.

*Happy things include spending 5 hours every weekend doing absolutely nothing but contemplate my disdain for being in a course that doesn't provide any growth in me to becoming a better person.*

It is then ironic to find myself faced with a damned piece of circuitry once again that makes me want to give headbutts to anything I find that can knock me unconscious. First case? Ping Pong last year which literally tested my bowels for a grade I know I won't deserve. This weekend, I have lost much of whatever hope I had left for an easier way out of things and thus, I have resided to open that dreaded box of wires I have left from the Ping Pong fiasco. Oh yes, the red, blue, purple, black, yellow, white wires from yesteryears have finally been exhumed out of their entombed hibernation as I now find myself desperate in bringing this circuit to life. I kept every wire from that incident and perhaps kept them as a reminder of that grueling week where I bled, cried and had a renewed affirmation of a greater power -- possibly, the devil; in having me go through hell with the blasted thing.

And yet, I still maintain some sort of sanity as I find solace in the cute little displays of affection my puppy gives me. Yes, a rolling furball of fluff seems to make the day a little bit better and having something get bored as much as you do when doing the circuit justifies what you're doing as completely stupid. I mean, if an, otherwise, hyperactive puppy falls asleep from just watching you wire a circuit, I think that constitutes as boring of the highest degree -_-

But it's not just this particular activity that causes me grief -- it's the whole semester. With a complete lineup of boring classes this sem, I have failed to see why I stay in this course at all. As Marc said one or two years ago, maybe it's just boring because we haven't taken the real majors of our course yet. Hello real majors, you are no different from previous deadbeat sems -- it's just that you have a lot more balls to give everyone the proverbial slap to the face.

I would continue this rant but I believe you have heard all of this before so I'll stop here. A few words though, if you're going to do something wrong, do it right. I heard that saying in Friends and I think it applies here in my case. Heck if I'm in the wrong course, might as well try to make the best of it. Tch, circuits -- they're almost as bad as, well, you