Assume No Knowledge

The three sweetest words a uni student can hear.
Another uni lecture inspired blog brought to you by the Note funtion on my iPhone. Enjoy. (ps, I don't change anything, even if I believe editting would be the wise course. Nice and raw, straight from my mind to your eyeballs)



So I'm sitting in a lecture feeling inspired. I knew I did year 12 chem for a reason. So I could bludge in my "assume-no-knowledge-of-chemistry" chemistry lectures. Ah, the bright side of my prior blight.

I'm currently up to "T" on my iPod challenge, with "Trapped Under Ice" play as I write. In case you don't know what my iPod challenge is, the first day of uni on the train in, I decided to listen to all the songs on my iPhone (only about 4gb) in alpha order, only being able to skip one song an hour. It's taking a surprisingly long time. I mean I listen to four hours of music on this thing every week day at a minimum. It's my train entertainment.
"Travel in Stigian."
I want to do it again once I clean up my iPhone and chuck some more stuff on it. It'd be something to put on my rather barren resume. Shows dedication and commitment. Especially when you have two of the same song in a row. You want to use your once per hour skip, but what if a terrible song comes on that you didn't know you had on your iPod?
Like my dilemma when "Spring" by Rammstein was playing and threatening to repeat. But what would I be skipping to? Metallicas "St. Anger". So I just had a double helping of German Tanz and was greeted on the other side by Iced Earth with "Stand Alone". Proof that there is a God. He tests us, but if we are loyal, we are rewarded. [I'd forgotten how freaking long this song is].

Ah Mr Nyeh (my lecturer){Yes, his name is Nyeh}, your faith in the whiteboard when I'm sitting at the back of the room betrays you. "Traveler in Time". Plus, that most disagreeable shade of pinkish-red you use to write makes my colour blind eyes weep. I can make out Rubidium, but that's about it.

As a side note, I wanna get back into writing. Like... Serious writing. Not blogging. No offense to blogging. You know I love you baby. It's just... We're two different people... You're public domain and I... I just don't think I can handle that. I have ideas. I just don't write them down and I forget them. I had a pretty awesome one too... About a guy... I can't remember. Oh well, I'll get inspired again eventually. First I might help finish off the RP. Needs to be closed up for good. It deserves that much.

Oh god. I'm so far out in whoop whoop these people have never heard a "that's what she said" joke before. "Tribute". Seriously, this is some kind of hell. I said that's what she said wittily when someone said "Where's TK? He's taking forever to come." and everyone just stared at me and one person asked "who is she?". I have never wished to be somewhere else in the universe more at that particular point in time. Having to explain the limited humour behind a "that's what she said" joke just makes you think. Should I even be making such stupid jokes anymore? I mean I am technically and adult. And so, after much soul searching, I made the hard decision...That's what she said jokes are off limits. From this day forth I shall never utter these words in that particular order*


* Unless I'm in good company or anyone mentions the physical properties including, but not limited to, temperature, size, colour, brittleness or electric conductivity of a phallic object. Or an ordinary object. Or if I feel like it.


To end on a more sophisticated note, Trogdor.

Huzah.

"What's to stop me from smashing social conventions? What makes me a slave to public preconceptions?"

Got bored and pessimistic in an anatomy lecture so I wrote that. Then on the train on the way home I elaborated on it and came up with this. Yay for the depressing atmosphere of St Albans.

Every week I relive the same few days, lying to myself saying "After I finish uni everything will be perfect" or "Once I retire I'll have the money and time to enjoy myself" where in reality, I have, and will have, nothing. I have become a slave to this giant social machine. Like a seemingly sentient ant goverened by an unseen queen, I work to the standards and morals of the colony wether I condone them or not. All our philosophy, all human endeavour, this very piece of writing, universally insignificant. I want to do something different with my life. Break away from the path society has laid out for me. But the sad thing is, I'm so indoctrinated in these ways that when I try to think about what I'd rather do, I draw a mental blank. All I do know is I want something different that what the world offers.

Cause at the moment, it isn't very much.





And there we have it. Weeks of disappointment manifesting itself in my thoughts. I guess I should explain myself ey? I've narrowed it down to one of three things.
1. Uni life really doesn't agree with me. I don't think this is it because it's slightly more relaxed than yeah 12, less structure, but more relaxed. Helps that I've done every subject at high school before uni. Just a bit to learn.
2. I'm getting old. Maybe I'm..."maturing". I really hope that isn't it... I like the way I am. Or was. If was is the case. Which I hope it isn't. Or do I? Or if I do hope I'm mature, is that the new Shanes resentment of the old Shane? Too complex. Next point.
3. I'm depressed. Pretty self-explanatory. Saw one of those adds that they put above the urinal and I seemed to fit the description. The lack of feeling and all. Numbness. To everything. Forcing myself to feel.


Oh, by the way, I got 79.05.