Random Thoughts, Exams, Billy Joel, and the next idiot president...

We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel

I am going to make an attempt in this blog, for the very first time to not talk about film. So, here goes.

All through the last two weeks I've been doing exams. Before you start fretting over the apparent suicidal stress I'm under, pray, relax. I'm not. I ate the Little Book of Calm a while ago, and am, as a result the epitome of calm. Ain't that wonderful (I'm already referencing!).

Now, these exams I'm doing are wonderful. They're known colloquially as The Mocks. And it's true. They are the mocking exams. They are the trial exams, if you will, for the exams that actually count and make any difference to my life at all, if any. And, like any self-proclaimed genius, I'm naturally doing dreadfully in these exams. Of course, if you took into account I haven't studied a jot since I was an eager first year, six years ago, then, I'm doing pretty damn well.

In any case, all I have left to do is History. A subject I happen to be relatively good in, plus the fact that I'm learning more History everyday through my interest in British history (not on the course, naturally) and more subjectively, I'm writing my latest film script on a historical event I first learned anything real about in History class. Thank God though, that European Dictatorships are on the course. My unnatural interest (I'm taking pills) of the history of the Nzi party (I misspelled so not to attract hate and love posts), and it's leaders have always fascinated me. I've always found especially the personality of the reviled leader interesting, from his strange sexual habits (golden shower) to his forward thinking anti-smoking campaigns.

Away from him however, I was tremendously disappointed in my performance in the old Maths and French Exams. Economics was pretty bad too. English, I hope, will be my forte. It had better be. Music was good considering my knowledge of the course was minimal. Irish, I happen to be fluent in, so, that shouldn't be too bad, other than a few grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm an oral fluent). So, why do I tell the internet about my thoughts on the Mocks? I don't know.

But I will award myself by going to see two films (oops!) on Saturday. I will see Juno, and I will see Sweeney Todd. I hope they're good. If they're not, I will be utterly furious and throw a post-exams tantrum. Not really though.

You know, if you ever listen to Billy Joel's lyrics, they are pretty depressing? I just stuck on an album here, and although they're reasonably good songs, they are pretty sad. The piano man is a manic depressant.

Talking about mental diseases, my shrink (yes, I have one) told me I have mild OCD (that's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). I don't believe him though. Damn that pen! It never lines up with my ruler! Damn it! It has to be perfect!

Anyway, what was I talking about? Ah yes, OCD. It's a relatively common ailment, and almost everyone thinks they have it. And, 90% of people do have it, because everyone else is just lazy or stupid. Then again, 95% of statistics are made up. With an imagination like mine, I should be a statistician. Then again three quarters of the world's sea life live in a quarter of the world's oceans. We'd better start populating.

Sorry, I'm looking at the Encyclopaedia Britannica to find something else to talk about. 'DAMASCU TO EDUC', or 'LIBI TO MARY'? Neither I think.

Oh yes, Super Tuesday. The Americans are voting for their next idiot president. Let's hope their IQ reaches the dizzying heights of Mr. Bush's. Otherwise, we could be looking at the finale scene of Dr. Strangelove. If you haven't seen it, watch it.

So ends my post. I think. It was an excitingly pushy ride. And I hope it made you smile. Aptly though, I finish on a high point:

Captain Jack - Billy Joel