Yes, I’m still out here am still alive but I seem to be always busy… Busy.  Busy.  Busy.
Busy and tired… and pained…  Busy and tired and pained…

The ‘tired’ and the ‘pained’ bit are irrevocalbly intertwined I think – which basically means on that front that I have very little to say that isn’t a recontextualization of my regular litany of complaints relating to my physically phucked up traitorous body.  The ‘busy’ bit unfortunately reads like catalogue of dramas… most of which I’m happy to report are not mine but I am positively too exhausted to list here.

Other than that – I’m back at Uni… which is both refreshing and alarming.

‘Refreshing’ because I have somewhere to go for a change that isn’t to a quack and am filling my head with something other than pain and drug induced apathy/ennui and hopelessness. 

‘Alarming’ beacuse I realize just how self indulgent and delusional our young people are.  Yes I am that annoying mature student that eveyone loves to hate for contnuing to monopolize the tutors so that the sessions always go for the full hour (gotta get good bang for you buck you know).   But all the toddlers want to run off and play instead of milking their tutorials for useful information that might help them pass their exams.

See?  They’re obviously toddlers… some of them must be still potty training.

If I had a ratty hair style, was prepared to put on makeup everyday, dug up some old 80s yuk retro clothes and got me a Macbook and then waste breath complaining about the cost of drinks in the commons… then I’d fit right in.  Oh, but I’d have to unlearn about 75% of my vocabulary and replace all of it with the word ‘like’.  Which I don’t see happening in a hurry.

I’m doing three courses at the moment and hoping I can stick it through to the end.  Sitting in the lectures for too long has been giving me plenty of headaches to contend with unfortuanately so back to relying on the drugs more.

I’m studying English literature in a class entitled ‘Reading Fiction’ which is about reading books someone else chose, convincing yourself they were enjoyable and then ripping them into itty bitty unrecognizable bits of narrative, characterization and plot nonsense etc…  We’ve been doing Albert Camu’s – The Outsider which is fabulous.  I’m thinking of doing a psychological diagnosis on what the hell is wrong with the protagonist… I’m convinced he’s sociopathic.

I’m also doing the pretentiously labelled ‘Great Books A’ (am assuming there’s a ‘B’ out there somewhere for next year) where we’re studying various works of ‘fiction’ as pertaining to the theme of ‘The Journey’… so we’re looking at Homer’s The Odyssey (obviously), the Genesis as contained in the King James bible (hehehe… fiction!), Beowulf, Shakespeare’s The Tempest and the one I’m really not looking forward to – Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn (yeurk… doesn’t interest me at all).  This class is kinda fun, but it’a also like watching the toddlers trying to find the meaning of life in "Where’s the Green Sheep?"   These kids can google the living hell out of anything and can vomit out relative speils on everything… but try to engage them in further discourse and they’ve got nothing to back up what they managed to remember in the ten minutes they Wikkied the books for.

And last but not least I’ve adventurously signed up for ‘World History’… which is a bit like trying to absorb everything ever printed by the Oxford University Press that pertains to any and all historical endeavour in relation to human interactions and influence as they ertain to population congregation or division, ideology, politics, religion, scientific knowledge, customs, secualr law, architectural achievelments, traditions, trade, war, taxation, pestilence, empirical experience and Nasty Kings, Caliphs and Emperors 101 with an edgy sort of ‘Eddie Izzard speed archeology’ feel about it.   I already did my first assignment ‘briefing note’ on this one… was up until stupid o’clock last night trying to answer the question "What is World History?"…. in 500 words or less!  

Umm… could we be a little less specific please? I’m much more comfortable working with broader concepts.  Fuck.  I said to the tutor that I was really struggling to address the topic given how broad and encompassing it is… I told him if he wanted 2500 words on the use of religious iconograpghy in opus anglicanum embroidery of the 13th century then sure I can do that…. but only 500?  To attempt to sum up the entire history of the world?  Fuck off.   It’ll be interesting to see how I went with that   :S

So given that I was up until 0330 last night and was then rudely awoken (I’m told) by the Gyprock guys delivering crap at 0650… I should probably get off the PC and go to bed…. so g’night

Oh and I bought myself a motorbike today.