Musing Shambles

Well, this week I have tragically less of interest actually happening in my life, which I guess means that the focus will have to shift to be a bit more interior, possibly exciting for some of you, for others, well, you might have preferred just a news bulletin. Oh well. So, at the moment I am supposed to be doing a massive stack of reading for my class in Pentateuch, we are supposed to have upwards of about 125 pages of reading due every week, in addition to our actual assignments for the class. I think that was a bit excessive, but then Jesse showed me the miraculous time saving process of scanning (i.e.-not actually reading most of the material) which will, I think, prove to be a marvelous time-saving device in the long run. At least, I hope so, because I've had a premature outbreak of senioritis, so I pretty much just don't care about working tonight at all, like I can't muster more than the absolute bare minimum of effort. Very dangerous sign at this point in the semester. There's gonna be a lot more crap to get through before this is all over, and if I'm already almost at the point of giving up, this really does not bode well. Hopefully this is just a temporary condition and one which I shall soon get over.

You know honestly, though, I should really enjoy this whole college thing b/c what I'm looking for is not to quit school and wend my way out into the merry world of the workforce, but rather to quit school work and just have fun all the time. Honestly, with that kind of attitude, how can I ever expect to make it out there in the "real world?" (You know, when I graduated from high school they told me I'd end up in the real world, but that really was not the case. So, could the real world not be lurking somewhere out there beyond the confines of college? Is there no "real world?" At any case, I think once I graduate I'll hopefully finally know that I'm in the place that's as "real" as my world is ever gonna get. End excursus). Why can't our whole lives be more like our lives as children. Because I remember what is was like to be a child, at least in part, and even as a child I was never really satisfied either. I wanted to be an adult. Which just goes to prove the theory that no matter where we are, it seems like we will never be really satisfied, at least not all the time.

Well, this was really not a very good post at all, but I really don't have the mental capacity at the moment to do better. Sorry folks. Maybe next time.