I come to you from a far away land of sleepy students sipping coffee, madly dancing their fingertips across their macbooks whilst sitting in chairs shaped like giant, fluffy purple hands (Also known as, Macquarie University Library, Bottom Floor: Group Work Section- Ryde Campus). I am here, wiping my bloodshot eyes, guzzling down my double latte, and staring into my macbook screen rapidly searching for some God given information on how Jane Campion uses music to evoke individuality in her film The Piano. No matter how pathetic I find Campion's film and how wrong I think The Times were to call it 'A master piece of Beautiful Intricacy', I will suppress my will to climb the library shelves of the French literature section and actually write a speech on this useless topic. I will do this because I am a University English student. I will do this because I have no own opinion and am consumed with the idea of postmodernism and cinematic meaning. I will do this because I have exams in three weeks and don't want to pay another 700 dollars to partake in the unit again. But to tell you the truth, not that is not plain for all you readings this (no more than 2 people), I am fucking sick of being this postmodern thinking twat who has no time for a life outside of online quizzes and GPA considerations. I am more and more looking forward to the day when I can be far away from this hell hole of exhausted caffeine dependent students. I will be very happy to be anywhere else than here. Bring on three weeks ! God, I hope they fly !
(A rant brought to you by the procrastination of Clare together with the accessibility of blog spot)
