Questions

Thinking. It happens when you're an arts student. It happens more when your arts major is philosophy. Too much time, too many questions and too few answers. And the more you think the more you wish you knew

I continue to have troubles with this definitional monologue. What is love? And what is the difference between love and romance if, there is indeed, any difference at all? No matter which way I look at it and no matter how much tossing and turning and twisting and wriggling I do, I am unable to find a solution that is both sound and satisfying.

Secondly, and perhaps less straightforward: are emotions still emotions if we have control over them?

Note: these questions in no way reflect upon any sort of emotional state. They are merely the ramblings and trivial endeavours of a cynic for worldly wisdom.

And So It Begins...

Second year of university... despite all the hype about VSU causing the University to implode on itself, not much seems to have changed (which is a shame because the only thing cooler than exploding stuff is imploding stuff. Even more so when it's really big stuff). The only noticable difference seems to be a rather dramatic decrease in freebies on offer at O-Week, particularly for those of us who can't be bothered waiting in line for 3 hours to get an Access card. That said, I still walked away with a reasonable haul (namely a handful of Cadbury Creme eggs, about 10 cups of instant noodles, enough Spring Valley samples to fill a large vat and more free sugary things than I can count).

My lunchbreak habits haven't changed much. I'm still spending almost every spare minute I have on campus playing pool or cards or just bumming around Wentworth and doing my beloved SMH puzzles. What has changed about my lunchbreaks is that I'm not extending them by skipping classes. After three days, I have yet to skip a single lecture (three straight days of perfect class attendence is a record for me). And not only that, I'm actually paying attention in the lectures AND taking notes AND typing them up when I get home. And you thought you'd see pigs fly before I'd do anything studious... Why the change? I guess this is my idea of doing something crazy, rebellious and totally out of character. And it's probably about as out of character as I am ever going to get short of heading to the nearest church and acknowledging that there is only one true Lord without referring to myself in the same sentence.

Other vaguely interesting things (that don't warrant anything more than a bullet point):

• Students (presumably high schoolers) from japan randomly wandering around campus for no apparent reason.
• This year's first years don't seem nearly as lost or as overwhelmed by the whole university thing as I was last year.
• The first years that I'm mentoring seem to be finding their feet pretty quickly (which is excellent because it means I'm less likely to be asked questions to which I do not know the answer)
• University coffee still tastes like swill
• Despite continental drift, Wallace Lecture Theatre has not gotten any closer to Wentworth since November.