How do you say… irrelevance?

Quite easily actually

I hate sleeping with a passion and I haven’t written anything for awhile, so I might as well use this time to do so.

Yesterday afternoon, one of my friends pointed out a girl and a boy she knows talking together. What I found very interesting is that these two met the day before in the library after one of them happened to sit at a computer next to the other. It seems apparent they really hit it off.

Now, the question I pose is, does this sort of thing happen often in university? Is it really a giant target for cupids bow? For experimental sake, I am meaning to randomly approach a girl I do not know, and talk to her for 5 minutes. I have no intention of seeking a relationship however. Merely, I am discovering how difficult it is to talk to someone I’ve never met. It is likely I won’t actually carry this out, as I am like a frightened gazelle fleeing from a cheetah and lack the confidence in reference to making a complete and utter fool out of myself. Then again, I do that quite often, and don’t give a damn.

 As unorthodox as I believe myself to be, I don’t think anyone will run to the hills or suck themselves into a high-gravity singularity if I approach them and begin to talk. Generally, people can be quite nice, so I am hoping this generalisation (as large as it may be) will prove to swing in my favour.

It would be more interesting if people reading this did the same. Pucker up and go talk to someone you do not know.

Jacob Jones 

 

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caaaaauught in a laaandslide, nooo escape from reeealityyyy 

My god, I loooove Queen. I also find that Bohemian Rhapsody is a wonderful song to study to, and is just a wonderful song in general

It is one of my greatest wishes to burst into song in the middle of a lecture, and if I sang Queen, people would cheer. Unfortunately, it is a wish, and in reality if I did just this, I would be cast into a fire and would send people running into an abyss. Oh, it would definately break the ice either way, I find lectures to be very dull and tedious indeed. I’d rather be strapped to a rocket and blasted into orbit, circle the globe a couple times, then come back to say hello. However I think it’s much easier to just print out the notes from blackboard.

Parallels between certain lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody can be made. There is no escape from reality, and in reality, one has to work hard to obtain their various wants. At this point in time, my only wants are a fine pair of slacks, an infinite supply of lemon ice tea and to pass university with relatively good marks. Meagre compared to the rest of the world, but each to his own. 

Oh oh something I would love to do is go up to that girl selling fruit and say, ‘There is a distinct lack, of citrus fruits’. She wouldn’t know what to say.

There are vast amounts of fantastic things I would love to do at university. Wouldn’t it be incredible if I parachuted into Gardens Point for my lecture. Or I organised a massive game of paintball skirmish to be played within the campus. I wouldn’t mind riding into a tute on a musk ox either

Wishful thinking I’m afraid

Tomorrow will mark the ending of a another week of tribulation. Although I would rather be in the Arctic tundra freezing my … off than in a lecture, I am giving into the fact that attending them will actually help. I think what is really driving my resent is the early mornings. The sun is so bright at that time. Every time I walk outside, I burst into flame, fall into a heaping pile of human soot, reform, then collapse under my own gravity.

End.

    

The Pangs of Realisation and the Vagaries of Perception

Evidently my friends it seems I have gotten myself into one rather large, gangrenous pickle. Law is not what I expected. I feel like that strange, new kid that came from another city. You learnt the same sort of thing at your old school and the layout was the same and you expected a generic system elsewhere. But then you realise, oh, this is vastly different to what I knew. Legal studies was my favourite subject at school. However, it appears everything I came to surmise from this course has polarised and my expectations are now at the opposite end of the spectrum. There is alot of reading. Yes, call me an idiot wrapped in a moron for not wholly taking that into account. Though at school we read a bit, but discussed alot. I am hoping, over the course of this year, that we hold discussions. I enjoy discussing things. Talking is what Jacob does best.

  If university is the brain of the world and the students are the neurons, then I feel like that odd, mutated entity that somehow made its way into the body, but shouldn’t really be there. As an inexplicable mutation, I hope to change into a neuron and gain a more positive outlook on the inner workings of the ‘brain’.  It is more than likely that there are others that feel exactly the same way.  It is quite possible that I am merely in a state of confusion at the scale of university. Almost like a grasshopper, who doesn’t move away from the coming battalion of ants (who will surely kill him), as he is in shock that there are just so many. You could say I also feel a little like a lame duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, but a duck that is actually lame. In other words, rather silly indeed.

 I recently spoke to a past law student. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. I guess after speaking to him, I feel a little better. Maybe it’s the transition I’m afraid of. I don’t enjoy change. Though I must admit, I am growing to love university,  like I’m a colony of e-coli, and university is a prime, room-temperature piece of beef.

I’m sure everything will be just fine, once I start reading, which I should actually be doing right now, instead of musing on my problems and discussing them with others…

Adieu and Farewell

 

Be very afraid…THE ROTATING DOORS OF ULTIMATE DOOM

I have a new fear. The rotating door at the entrance to the library scares the daylights out of me. If you are too slow, the door eats your ankles. If you are too fast, your head slams against the tornado of reinforced plastic, speeding it up, and therefore making it more likely that it will eat your ankles. Your hands could get caught if you instinctively prop them against it. It’s a bottleneck on a busy day. Put simply, it is the bane of my existence and a disincentive to go to the library. Take heed this warning, and be very very careful when approaching it. The door is alive, and it prays on the innocent… 

An Insight into the Perilous Depths of University and Learning

The name is Jacob Jones. Unfortunately I greatly enjoy writing, so I was compelled to participate in this blog. I have the time management skills of an eternally outraged gorilla (and no, they have none at all). So we shall see how this goes…

There’s not much to say on the subject of myself. It’s a crying shame that I’m only 17, I will have to wait to September until I can party myself into a raging catastrophe. I will have whole week of celebrations, and it will be called ‘Epic’. You are all invited. Aspley is my place of residence, it’s not a bad spot to reside. I am the oldest of 5 boys so I have been on the brink of insanity for quite some time. Hopefully university will give me a little time off from the general aggravations of ‘normal’ life.

Oh, I took the holidays for granted. After the excitement (and inherent blurriness) of schoolies, I found that I forgot how to write my own name, so unfortunately it’s a skill I’ve had to re-learn. I am about to enter into 5 years of mental anguish and self-implosion; I’m doing a double degree, law and media communications. Legal Studies was the only subject I excelled at during school, and I’ve always had an interest in the media. However, thus far, it seems that 2 years of legal studies appears to be redundant, as I struggled to keep up with the lightening speed of progress and learning in my tutor group on Monday. Or maybe the recovery time from the weekend took a little longer than I anticipated.

In essence, this week has been like the production set of an epic movie. I have been overwhelmed at the sheer scale of this place. It’s like starting year one all over again. However if I understood back then the onslaught of schoolwork which would come down upon me in the next 17 years, I would’ve run to the hills and lived as a hermit. At least at this stage, although I wouldn’t mind running to the hills or jumping from a great height, the prospect of an exciting career of law (hopefully intellectual property) compels me to stay.

Aware as I am that various benefits will arise from studying law, the actual transition from school to university is daunting. The first thing I noticed was the amount of females (which all guys generally do). However, coming from an all boy family and an all boy high school, it will be a strange new world for me to learn with the opposite sex. Additionally, it will be an interesting experience to learn with them, as they do so very differently to males and many are very creative indeed, (I’m as blunt as a 10 foot Incan man) so their influence could prove to be advantageous.

The speed at which we have commenced is unbelievable. Already for media, assessment is due and the law tutor groups have begun to expect questions answered and reading finished. It was shocking. I was shocked. Thankfully, my hair is still in place and not strewn over the floor from a sudden panic attack or mental rage. Hopefully I will grow used to this accelerated environment. Or else suffer in the nether-world of underachievement.

I admit I am apprehensive about the cavernous reaches of legal terminology and media analysis. I feel like an insect who has been squashed a little too many times against a windscreen. Despite being a self professed cynic, I am looking forward to various aspects of university life. My life will not be complete until QUT law school plays our UQ counterparts in rugby. Hopefully I will play flanker or reside on the wing. Oh, the world will never be the same once we annihilate whatever morale they have mustered.

And so it is, the beginning of the rest of my life. It sounds so damn terrible. Though as awful as it does sound, I take solace in the fact that if I try my best for a good 5 years, I will have a lifetime of opportunity brought before me.

Until next time, goodnight and goodluck,

Jacob Jones