tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post6410062807361683602..comments2024-02-29T03:52:25.601+00:00Comments on Quiddity of Delusion: The Vaseline-Covered CoatM.J. Nichollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-53414716231473221262010-11-11T19:37:55.301+00:002010-11-11T19:37:55.301+00:00Hi Chris! Bye Chris!
Jen: I took naps. Reading on...Hi Chris! Bye Chris!<br /><br />Jen: I took naps. Reading on trains is an enviable skill!M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-36406627331521906672010-11-11T11:35:29.593+00:002010-11-11T11:35:29.593+00:00You call it time-thievery, I call it a chance to f...You call it time-thievery, I call it a chance to finish the reading for class I should have done the night before but chose not to cos there was something good on tv.JennyLounoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-18923583639898431212010-11-10T23:11:37.253+00:002010-11-10T23:11:37.253+00:00I definitely know what you mean about university b...I definitely know what you mean about university being the best and worst time. Great time.I Must Be Offhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12148155129334288438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-21531513223283463442010-11-10T21:36:16.953+00:002010-11-10T21:36:16.953+00:00Hart: That's true. My expectations were ludicr...Hart: That's true. My expectations were ludicrously high. I thought they'd give me my own bust.<br /><br />Jennylou: I missed the social depravity too. I found commuting very difficult and it wore me down after a while. I've learned never to commute for more the 20 minutes. After that, it's time-thievery.M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-3288170627064920502010-11-10T19:37:59.709+00:002010-11-10T19:37:59.709+00:00Although I drink alcohol it is only ever one or tw...Although I drink alcohol it is only ever one or two, but I'm right tyhere with you on tea and coffee. Unfortunately I fall back on cola which possible as more caffine and sugar than all the lattes in London. <br />However, I kind of liked uni... it might have helped that I stayed at home and travelled in, thus buying out of much of the social depravity expected of an Arts student.JennyLounoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-72624639461968332382010-11-10T14:24:32.914+00:002010-11-10T14:24:32.914+00:00See, now... I adored college. Everything about it,...See, now... I adored college. Everything about it, pretty much. I knew at the time, and still think back on it as the only time I got the freedom of an adult without the responsibilities (other than to learn--and even the 'requirements' I wasn't much interested in, I STILL felt a proud mastery about (other than Art History--I usually opted for pints at Renny's instead of going and barely passed). I think my expectations though, were probably different--I'd come from a very small town with very pedestrian hopes, and so college easily exceeded that.<br /><br />Damn. Now I want somebody to pay my bills so i can go to classes and drink a lot.Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-22003974517715999702010-11-09T22:16:30.640+00:002010-11-09T22:16:30.640+00:00Jen: Yes, old Ecclesiastes is a tough read. I ofte...Jen: Yes, old Ecclesiastes is a tough read. I often wonder if I'm too young to write anything significant, having lived such a narrow life, but if I angsted too much about that I'd never write anything. <br /><br />Sian: Ha! Yes, exactly. I really wanted walk the quadrangle, discoursing on Joyce with a professor or two, but nope. Thank Elvis, indeed.M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-7588803817837221962010-11-09T21:40:00.226+00:002010-11-09T21:40:00.226+00:00I very much know what you mean about university da...I very much know what you mean about university days. It took me about year to get over the fact that there would be no fascinating book groups on sunny lawns, or philosophical debates in steamed up common rooms. By the time I'd downed the obligatory number of pints, I suddenly realised I really hated it and it was far too late to do anything about it. Thank Elvis for growing up and realising what actually makes you happy, eh?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-27973446543866926952010-11-09T18:56:19.027+00:002010-11-09T18:56:19.027+00:00I so relate to this post. Being human is futile i...I so relate to this post. Being human is futile in my book and meaningless - the Bible told me so. The best we can do is enjoy the ride while it lasts and create things for which the rest of existence might remember us by.Jenn Bowerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06641483659758406883noreply@blogger.com