So i don't have many conversations with my father, i know its a fact. It is one of those I'm not the son he envisioned. I hate generally all sports, I'm not in a steady relationship and don't really have that many career aspirations. Though there are some things we get along. I come home today after uni and we discuss work. Work then turns into a discussion on capitalism when then turns into a debate on communism. I love my family sometimes.
I have to prepare myself for sporting events this year. I have two more state of origins i need to sit through. Yay team, there's nothing i like more than 80 minutes of softcore gay porn masquerading as a sporting event. Then i have to endure the world cup. I don't mind soccer so it won't be as bad. Maybe ill just invite Glen over so dad can watch with us, that will give me a reason to incorporate dad into my life in something he enjoys while i hope maybe i can get out of it. I kid i know it won't, a man can dream non the less.
Today marks the end of my legal career. It's not really the end per say because i have four exams within the next two weeks. Though it was a way to end. My exam today was a oral speech. I was prosecuting a mock drug trial. 10 minutes before we started a girl that was sitting in alerted to the fact that i had listened to the wrong lecture. I died. Then when the other guy started his defense speech, he mentioned a act that i had not researched, i had a stroke. I literally wanted to run away. Thank god that act was irrelevant and our tutor told him to disregard it. By the time it was up to me to make my submission i was shaking, i was sweating like i have never before. I'm not a fan of orals but theres just something about a mock trial that just put me on edge. I got told i passed, to be honest i was fine with that. Something got me. The case there was enough reasonable doubt for for a blind man to in a open sporting field. For some reason the person i was up against did not incorporate any of that reasonable doubt. He over thought it which lead to his downfall. Though I've come to realise that i would probably not be cut out for the legal world. I don't think i could actually ever go to trial. Especially if i found myself in a position of which i was prosecuting a man i thought to be innocent which was the case with this weeks example. Though it was definitely a way finish up my legal year. My name is Dejan Tomasovic and i survived a year of a law degree.
I came home and i napped. Today i think i will just relax. I need it. My body is sore. I'm going to do some reading later. Have a early nights sleep. Work tomorrow then I'm going to go see Amanda. This excites me.
Eurovision was fun. It's always something i look forward to. The favourites in order were Moldova, Cyprus, Belgium, Germany and Greece. I disliked Serbia's, basically for the horrible dancing that reminded me of a Toyota commercial and the fact who i was singing it. I've hated Milan Stankovic since his time of Zvezda Granda which is the Serbian equivalent of Idol.
I've also noticed a social change. In regards to teenagers theres been a swap in stereotypes. Girls today are the whores while guys are the ones clingy to relationship and proudly carry the vagina.
'Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths' - Francois de La Rochefoucauld.
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