The Pro's and Con's of Academics

So it's only taken me 5 weeks of being here for me to formulate my analysis of university into World Wide Web (and probably rarely read) words. A few things: sitting in any public place here at UEA (which accounts for about 88% of it) you realise that university students do not wash. This is evident by not only their attire and general disheveled appearance but more noteably by the way they smell. Another thing is that their inability to wash also seems to create an inexplainable heat - in the computer suites in particular I have to get in a state of undress just so I can work without getting heat stroke. Not that work is easy to complete because upon exploration of the library THERE ARE NEVER ANY BOOKS. Well not the ones I want to read anyway. I end up personally tracking them down and bartering with people to do trades. Dire.

On a more positive note, I have so far discovered 4 different places to get hot chocolate, that the hive does amazing Chocolate Cake and I can get away with parking for free very close to campus for the majority of the time. The work load for the next month or so is ridiculous, but in text book fashion this doesn't stop me doing anything everyone else would consider pointless, such as writing this blog...

Incident to take specified note of today is the verbal destruction suffered of one of the students in my seminar group about an hour ago. Poor bastard chose the wrong seminar leader to do wrong by. Vic Morgan is an academic demon - I fear not only my hour with him every Thursday but just what is going to happen to me when I hand in my essay to him in 2 weeks time.
I am in educational seclusion as of... NOW.

Lost in Translation.

Life appears to be fleeting and flitting between consistency and complete chaos. Suprisingly this isn't my usual announcement of woe; my current life's inability to form some sort of valid structure is somewhat edifying and is not only encouraging me to live life to the fullest but to forget all that looks to subvert my almost apocryphal path to self-righteousness. (This in itself isn't particularly necessary, I'm already particularly pretentious).

Asides being busy one day and habitually absent the next I am consistently discovering that I'm not actually right about everything, I did at first repudiate the fact that Zombieland would be any good, and it was awesome, amongst various other things. My summer hiatus of diminished intellect appears to be short lived by the academics of the Autumn. In being required to delve into books other than that of Palahniuk or Bukowski I am infact re-establishing my ability to articulate and appreciate knowledge. Turning 19 on Saturday has only reaffirmed my personal life philosophy of 'c'est tout ou rien' and I am very determined to continue living life to this 'cup completely full' effect.

I bought a new car on Monday, am pulling a band together, have booked added work to my rib tattoo and am in the process of organizing all I regard as 'university life'. Now we just need to actually win our football match this Sunday....