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tapped into your feminitiy
My head is all over the place at the moment, moving far too fast for me to pin anything in particular down - I suspect this is a last-minute reaction to my impending interview, which I am finally letting myself think about. I've been mostly pushing it aside in the name of Getting Things Done, but the fact remains that tomorrow decides whether or not I get accepted into Australia's most competitive graduate medical school. I'm trying not to talk about it too much because the response - flattering, but strangely pressuring - from most people is 'oh, you'll be fine', and yes I know that I interview well and that my GAMSAT score was good and that my chances of getting in are high, but...this is quite literally a pivotal and potentially life-altering day (yeah, yeah, omg melodrama) and I think a dose of nerves is well-deserved.
I do wish it would manifest in some form other than an accelerated version of my normal inability to concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time, because there are things that I'd like to get done.
Choir camp was great. We won the trivia competition. I'm feeling a hell of a lot more secure about the Vivaldi and the Purcell, and our Zadok The Priest is sounding appropriately thunderous and regal. I finished William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, to which my reaction was...hmm, okay, so some books I react to cerebrally and some viscerally (rarer), but I reacted to this one in both ways and also on some extra techno-aesthete wavelength, creating a very neat and compelling chord of approval. I have a few reservations about plot structure and pacing, but Gibson constructs a truly phenomenal set of themes and places them on very well-layered characters like a collection of crazy avant-garde hats.
Sorry, maybe I'd be able to produce a coherent review if it weren't for the aforementioned acceleration. I need to find something to latch my brain onto before it starts getting destructive.
What have you lot been up to, then?
I do wish it would manifest in some form other than an accelerated version of my normal inability to concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time, because there are things that I'd like to get done.
Choir camp was great. We won the trivia competition. I'm feeling a hell of a lot more secure about the Vivaldi and the Purcell, and our Zadok The Priest is sounding appropriately thunderous and regal. I finished William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, to which my reaction was...hmm, okay, so some books I react to cerebrally and some viscerally (rarer), but I reacted to this one in both ways and also on some extra techno-aesthete wavelength, creating a very neat and compelling chord of approval. I have a few reservations about plot structure and pacing, but Gibson constructs a truly phenomenal set of themes and places them on very well-layered characters like a collection of crazy avant-garde hats.
Sorry, maybe I'd be able to produce a coherent review if it weren't for the aforementioned acceleration. I need to find something to latch my brain onto before it starts getting destructive.
What have you lot been up to, then?
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