Here's the breakdown:
Last (and I stressed last because they passed so damn quickly) three days have already been burned (well, not exactly.. it was a fruitful expedition) so that leaves me with the remaining ones to get a head start on the exams.
Today was burned, by a pyro and many others at LAN. I do say I am rather addicted to TF2 because today's session only comprised of 5 beings, inclusive of myself... which is rather, no very pathetic.
Tomorrow lays open and I am still reluctant to study. Somewhere deep within me, I have an inclination to get up and run away somewhere (preferentially LAN again).
Wednesday and Thursday have been reserved for my external DMP which I am not so looking forward to now because I am exhausted and desperate for personal solace.
Friday marks the new beginning of my Venturing days. My baby steps toward the PSA begins at the VLC and it will end in ASPIRE some other day. For all that, I am also not looking forward to it.
And Sunday's cooling off day. Hey, if the bureaucrats get it, why not me?
So that's the big picture: Sitting behind this computer is a lazy faggard (which means a bunch of sticks so don't think vulgar). But it leaves me pensive because half of those "wasted" days are claimed by scouting (or now, venturing). Scouting just entered my life and dethroned the fun in it. It remains to be seen whether I should second this usurp or end it here.
It is war.
Before I depart, I did a quick google on the phrase "bunch of sticks" (inspired by Boze who practically wikis anything and everything) and oh boy, it is gay. As gay as ski-ing might get ;)
Fun Fact: Barnacles have penises up to 40 times their body lengths (: