O hai, I has IQ of pi…
So I was an idiot on Saturday morning and decided to clean out the surplus amount of wax I had in my ear, but stuck the Q-tip (cotton swab? Swab with a cotton tip? Cotton bud? Whatever) in too far. Go my perforated ear drum, boo yah. I went to see a doctor this morning about it and she said it should heal in a week or two. I panicked on Saturday, since it was the day of the State Championships (see the result, sans the evil facial expression of my friend - we were betting on the fact that he would win and if that had happened, he would’ve owed me a packet of crisps and a two dollar coin) and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to hear the musician properly. But all turned out alright! …apart from the fact that I had a perforated eardrum, damnit.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve been subject to temporary conductive hearing loss - this same thing happened at some point during December last year and it worked out perfectly well. The upside to all of this? I’m getting better (and longer) nights of sleep than I’ve had in a long time. I’d hope for this more often, but it would involve repeated tearings of my eardrum and that just isn’t happening.
On a tangent: the Olympics are over! (Yeah, you saw it right here folks, yet another person is posting about this!) I was cavorting around my living room like a mad thing when the Closing Ceremony came to a close; I’m fairly sure I woke up my neighbours when I repeatedly shrieked “NORMAL TELEVISION!” to nobody in particular. Don’t get me wrong - I selectively watched the events I liked (diving, artistic gymnatics, pole vault, swimming and cycling), but other than that, the furore (especially in the area where I reside, as it’s filled to bursting with Chinese and like-minded fanatics) gave me a headache and a half.
My university decided to overreact and put up posters and campaigns for it - you couldn’t sit in a seat and turn around on your arse without seeing “2008 Beijing Olympic Games” staring at you from one wall or another. I mean, okay, you’re excited - we get this. But this isn’t Beijing, and the Sydney Olympics were eight (count it, eight) years ago - if it was the Sydney Olympics, maybe it would make a little more sense. If I go back to uni tomorrow for another week of shiny posters and random members of faculties talking about the excitement of the 2008 Olympics, I’m going to the Vice-Chancellor’s office to bust a cap in her ass.
Right, that’s done. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to procrastinate my two essay plans that are due tomorrow (for which I’ve done no research, reading or work, of course!) and go and watch Oprah whilst half-deaf. Lovely.