Reshits

That time of the year has come again where I have to pay for my lack of effort and discipline by doing parts of a course I hated doing in the first place ALL OVER AGAIN. It happened last year when I couldn't be arsed to go to an exam and didn't do two essays. I suppose I have improved since then: this year the only thing I've missed out is one essay, however, the poor quality of one of my exams and an essay which I was writing heartbroken have come back to put a crocodile clip on my testicles and are whispering in my ear: 'come on, do us again you potentially brilliant, currently slobbish arsehole'.

The worst thing about the course I'm having to atone and make up for is the fact that it's impossible to teach yourself unless you're a genius. I'm no thickie, don't get me wrong I'm fucking amazing, but what's the use of talent without hard work? I know all that 'dogged, hard-work with plentiful teaspoons of discipline' lifestyle would benefit me highly and stop me dreaming so that I could actually live my potential. It just takes a bit too much effort to implement.

So hello again: Machiavelli, Hobbes, Locke, Rousseau, Burke, Paine, Wollstonecraft, Bentham, Mill, Hegel, Kant, Marx, Gramsci, Rawls, Nozick and Sandel. You may not recognise me chaps, I've heard of you but couldn't be bothered to introduce myself. My lecturer wanted to but I decided he was a dusty prick with a bad taste in jumpers who was also cannily reminiscent of Ted Danson as the Vicar in Three Men and a Little Lady. You've never heard of that? I recommend you watch it, it's quite funny with a solid 80's soundtrack including 'Waiting For a Star To Fall' by Boy Meets Girl.

In case you didn't realise, the whole time I was writing this spontaneous tropical current of dirge I should have been writing essays.....ahh well.

JPH

P.S. Philosophers may not like it but it's a fantastic song -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxlAK8oKgdE&feature=related