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Sanity Is An Illusion is a rambling, meandering, ranting and raving blog in which I post my thoughts and discuss my views on... well... everything. Please, leave comments with your views on my posts, I'm bound to rebutt them. Don't be surprised if I occasionally come across as violent, twisted, cynical, bitchy or callous... I have that side to me. I'm a scorpio, in every sense of the word. I have many aspects to my personality... hopefully you'll get to experience a few of them here. I'm not sure how entertaining my blog is, I don't know if I'm ever fascinating or intriguing or funny, all I know is that this is who I am... Take it or leave it.
Ciao,
Sarah.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Armageddon.

When I claim to be a Word Nerd, I do not just meant that I like using 'big words'. I am a poet and author in the making. To read some of my work, go to http://words-are-art.blogspot.com/

For those who appreciate the more visual side to art, I reccomend visiting http://mycallinginlife.blogspot.com/ this blog follows a few art projects of Scott's. His work is absolutely brilliant, so it's definitely worth the read. CLICK THE LINK!


Now, onto the purpose of this post, beyond endorsement.

To be completely frank, I'm utterly sick of hearing about cases of Swine Flu.

The only reason there have been so many deaths from the illness is that it is new to humans, our immune systems have never had to fight it before. When standard influenza was first introduced to humans, it would have had the same affect. The only threat poised by Swine Flue (H1F1 influenza) is if it mutates. This is not likely to happen. The second the ailment was discovered, the world cried "Pandemic". This is the same as the situation with Bird Flu, yet I see no one keeling over from that anymore. Apparently, it's no longer going to be the death of us. The media frenzy over Swine Flu and Bird Flu alike do no more than contribute to the heightened state of paranoia in the world. Eventually, if this trend continues, we'll see a typical 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' affect. Eventually, there really will be a pandemic, but the world will be too busy rolling its eyes to realise that it's for real this time.

Suck it up, people. Swine Flu is not going to bring Armageddon upon us all.

Exams.

Ah, the sweet constraints of stress and anxiety inflicted upon upper-secondary students by the ever-looming exams! For myself, and many other year eleven students in my school, exams start in... two days. A petrifying thought, particularly since I am doing six TEE (GSCE/HSE... whatever tehy call them, wherever you are) subjects.This, for Australia (or at least WA) is the maximum number of TEE subjects allowed. Due to the nature of Italian, I have to do two exams for that subject, one for speaking, and one for everything else. This means that in total, I have to complete seven exams. Two of which are sciences, three of which are based on language, both our own and foreign, one on media and then is the dreaded MATHEMATICS.

I am a Word Nerd, a verbose language person. I pick up other languages with relative speed and ease, and I excell in English and literature endeavours. I manage to be decent at biology, I'm doing okay, and certainly improving in chemistry. Media is a piece of proverbial cake... Maths, however...
For me, words simply...click. They fit into place. Just another cog in the works. Numbers.... numbers are more like spanners in the works. So it is for my maths exam that I fear. My average is set at about 66.6% thus far, and I'm fucking terrified that I'm going to fail. I would really rather not.

So this, another milestone, another chapter in my life, is causing considerable stress, though, as I did with the graduation of primary school, I will likely look back on this and roll my eyes, believing that it was so silly of me to be anxious.


On a lighter note...


Ice skating.

A friend of mine has invited me to go ice skating for her sixteenth birthday. I've never been ice skating before, but I hear that it is...painful for the uncoordinated. I am the epitome of uncoordinated. I trip over my feet, fall up and down stairs, walk into trees, walls and doorframes in plain sight...

I think, that at the very least, people will get a good laugh out of me with a pair of ice skates on.


It should be fun. I look forward to it. Though I may be cursing Stephanie when I leave the rink with a bruised ass.