We're drawing to the end of November, and I, for one, am really glad that we're doing so. It has been a terrible month; incredibly taxing both academically and emotionally -- and let's face it, the two don't work that well together. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that neither of them work particularly well as singularly either. Yeah, screw it, in my utopia (Jack's Republik) there will be no emotions, nor challenges; it will be an autonomous creation of passivity and personal stasis; never a fear of unrequited love, concepts of humanism lost in the ebb and flow of apathy. Much like Britain. But with nicer parks. Not that you can appreciate them, you emotionless droid!
Work coming out of my ears, deadlines; a heavy burden of despair and lethargy pressing down on the shoulders innumerate: capitulate, procrastinate, fail, succeed. Wait a few years for results. Not wanting to set an antecedent for the rest of the year, but I can't help but feel that failure is significantly more likely than success. Unfortunately my laughably verbose style is not well suited to coursework. I can splurge my prolix all over exams: perfectly suited to a situation where the only criterion is to get down as much information is as little time as is possible, whilst displaying a needlessly fanciful style and structure. The mellifluous voice - so unsuited to a laconic tone - affords ample opportunity for extravagant demonstrations of quasi-intellectualism; where two words will suffice, thirty are used; typifying the style necessitated by inordinately complex and unworkable questions. See my point? Exams are hard, talk shit. Can be said in five, but oh so much more enjoyable to be said in 25.
No, it's been a long month and I suspect December to be much in the same way. Fortunately I have now almost completed all over my coursework for my pre-xmas deadlines, and only left myself with a few bits and pieces (read: two essays) to do over the break. Speaking of the break, it is disappointingly structured: break up ludicrously early, and return unfathomably soon after New Year. Who wants to return to move back to uni on the first Sunday after New Year? What a terrible, terrible, terrible decision on the part of some pen-pushing neanderthal. Not that I'm undermining the capabilities of your average office-drone; au contraire, mon ami, I am merely suggesting - just a suggestion - that to design a calendar with that much of a lack of foresight demonstrates a phenomenal lack of intelligence.
That is all. I'd talk more but there are two things I really want to do: watch Transformers, and make myself a veggie keema naan. That's a meat-stuffed piece of spiced flat-bread to you and I; well, at least you, I like to attribute correct names to foods, as, well, they are what they are, silly. Fortune was smiling her gay smile down on me yesterday when she allowed Tesco Express to sell me Quorn mince at £2 for 500g. Fabulously felicitous, I am sure you will agree.
Incidentally I am not a vegetarian, I just adore some veggie substitutes; both for their protein, and for their lack of fat. Oh, and they taste nice too; much easier to spice accurately (the more, the better). I don't understand why vegetarian people get such a bad press, maybe that's something to discuss at a later date. Christ, I must sound like the weirdest philanthropic misanthrope. Maybe that should be my moniker. I'll ponder it.
I won't.
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