Today was just the most boring day. It just dragged on and on and on. I was sitting in the Sociology lecture this afternoon, the last thing before going home, and I felt like I'd been sitting there, listening to the lecturer drone on forever. I checked my watch - I'd only been sitting there for 5 minutes. How I lasted that whole, 45-minute lecture, I'll never know. It's not like it was anything interesting. Half the lecture hall was asleep, and of course the lecture didn't notice. Me and Javannah were literally counting down the seconds, and then he finished early. It was only when the lecture said, "thankyou" that the room came alive. No-one could wait to get out of that room.
It's not that anything bad happened today. My sister came home from hospital, definately a good thing. Human Service Provision tutorial was pretty fun (amazing - normally it rates about a 3 on the interest-scale.) I talked to Russell without getting annoyed (I'm a tad sick of him at the moment - I always see him, and he can be soo annoying!)
But I did find out that my friend Ian dropped out of uni today. Well, actually he's deferring until next year. He hates his course - I feel bad for him. I know that's not a decision he would have made lightly. He sent me an email telling me today, and I wanted to ring him tonight. But me, Sarah and Kristy are arranging a group of us to go to the Drive-In on Saturday night, and I'm inviting Ian, but we need to work out more details first. Well, that's what Sarah and Kristy reckon, when Sarah rang me tonight. Personally, I think we've got enough details. Geez.
I never have anything much to write in here. We have to prepare a 'short, biographical statement' for Human Service Provision next week, 'describing our journey here'. In other words, what influenced us to do Social Work. Gee, I don't know! Well, actually, I do know some, but I don't want to write that. Part of it is because of my depression - but that's too personal to share with some lecturer I don't even know. I've just always had this...bizarre curiosity about eating disorders. Social Work was one was to get involved in that field of work.
Why do all my journal entries suck so much? They must be a reflection of my personality...actually, that sounds bad, but I don't have a low self-esteem at the moment. I just hate my journal entries. They don't have any point.