Today was another 4-unit maths exam, this time it was my sister who had to do it. It brings back some memories, but mostly bittersweet nostalgia, and leaves me wondering how two years have gone by without me having a say in it at all. As though life were a bus, and I don't want to go so fast, or some such ill-conceived metaphor.

Speaking of 4-unit maths, I don't think very many people care about it once they finish it, but I seem unable to let go. I think it's probably a combination of things that I cherish, not just the subject, but I suppose to other people it looks like me being stuck in the past (which, come to think of it, is always accurate when it comes to me).

Someone mentioned that I was very rigid in my thinking today, and it makes me laugh to think how much of an understatement that is. I wonder if anyone can truly comprehend what a part inertia plays in my lifestyle (if one can call it that at all). Anyway, I feel like combining two famous lines of John Lennon and Tom Waits here, but I'll leave the quotes themselves for the interested reader to find out.