Getting back to college was funfunfun boring as hell.
My first lesson consisted of gathering notes about Aeneas and whether or not he would have been a good role model for the Roman people. This was shortly followed by writing an essay about it all, which is never fun, especially at the speed that I write. My arm ached like hell afterwards and the lesson was just generally toss.
My second lesson was even worse, despite the workload being much smaller. We have just started studying The Pardoner’s Tale and it is the most depressing thing ever. I am just about understanding the middle English, it’s just incredibly tedious.
Following college, I went to my friend Emily’s house for a few hours and hung out, followed by takeout for dinner and then she brought me home, where I am now sitting and typing this.
Ergh, more college early in the morning, with a day’s volunteering at Jenuine Pets afterwards. I really need a holiday, the 26th of March should hurry it’s ass UP…
No difference, he says, that he can find
Between a madman who has lost his mind
And one who is habitually mellow
Except that madness when it takes a fellow
Lasts longer, on the whole, than drunkenness.
O cursed gluttony, our first distress!
Geoffrey Chaucer ‘The Canterbury Tales’ (The Pardoner’s Tale)