Tuesday, January 27
Corridor, King's College
If there's one thing you don't want on your tube journey into uni, it's a fiddler. A fiddler with a banjo player in your carriage, busking (badly). Go and get a fucking job!! Surely you can earn more in a crappy job than by annoying everyone on the tube, playing shit music (loudly).
This morning was a weird one. I seem to have lost all of my enthusiasm for most of my degree, and I can't find any motivation to read the textbooks / articles that I'm supposed to before each class. This is resulting in me being behind, but I still don't seem to care. I just don't feel like I'm enjoying my time at university any more. My housemates are pissing me off, my course is pissing me off, my workload is pissing me off, my financial situation is pissing me off, and, above all, I'm pissing me off. Like I said, I've got all of these things pissing me off, but yet I do nothing about them. I don't talk about them to anybody, and I don't even have outbursts of any kind. I bottle things up, let them grow and swell, and then increase the pressure on the cork that's holding it all in. Eventually, the bottle is just going to explode.
