I can't get no satisfaction! I can't get no, oh no no no! Hey hey hey, that's what I say!

I quite wish that I had something profound or funny or at least mildly interesting to write here, but alas, all there is to say is that real life has latterly exerted itself with a greater force, resulting in a growing apathy toward this education and a growing dissatisfaction with all things in general and the desire to do absolutely nothing with my life but not have to be in classrooms and instead lying outside on beautiful spring days and feeling the sun on me. It's the only thing that causes a sort of plenary internal warmth.

I think this state has been made worse by the fact that I recently discovered that I only need five more classes to graduate. Which is a terrifying prospect. I could theoretically be done in one more quarter (but will likely drag it out for longer). It seems that these past three years of academic masochism have put me in this peculiar position in which I am ahead but still completely unsure where to head after and thus confusion has only widened.

So I suppose that now it would do me better to simply focus on the present.

I have not written a word on Beckett since that 15-page behemoth prospectus was due at the end of last quarter and I spend my days now trying to wrench myself back into writing mode so I can get out the final product and I am currently without any literature classes which is sad and syntax is even sadder because it has always been the thorn in my linguistic side. It is the one area of language that meets nothing but internal barrier when I attempt it. My brain and this stuff just do not get each other no matter how much effort is put into it. And I hate and will always hate grammar. Blah.

But morphology is pretty rad. Yup.

This is sad. Unfortunately, human beings have been sadly lacking in any significant observable absurdity lately and thus I am fodder-less for this blog. Or maybe I have simply become unable to spot it.

I am reading Petronius, and he says:

Nolo quod cupio statim tenere
nec victoria mi placet parata.

or:

I do not want that which I desire immediately,
nor does easy victory please me.

To which I say bullocks, because this sense of uncertainty with life is a right pain in the ass, if I do say so myself.

But oh, Petronius, I will continue to wait and maybe great epiphanies will occur.

That would be nice.