4th Year

I wish I lived in the Golden Age,
Giving it up on the Broadway stage,
Hang with the rats and smoke cigars,
Have a break with Frank and count the stars ..

I love that song. It is a catchy little bastard. It's the one from the latest Heineken advert, which also seems to be doubling up as that songs music video, which apart from making me want to listen to it over and over again also makes me want a Heineken. Well played, advertising

I had my first seminar of my final year yesterday, which felt strange in a kind of 'beginning of the end' way, which although will be sort of sad to wave goodbye to will also be absolutely amazing, not just in the capacity of "I've achieved a half decent form of qualification", but rather that it marks the start of working in the real sense of the word, as opposed to playing the role of the student, which I feel is becoming a little cliched.

Today's my day off; I've been in the library since about 1pm writing up a report in German all about my year abroad and elaborating for somebody's benefit about how great it all was and how much of a wonderful human being it's made out of me. The bullshit gauge is currently hitting red and overloading, as I'm having a hard time not only with translating my thoughts into German, but coming up with thoughts worth reading about in the first place. I'm coming out with stuff like "my improvements in language come second to my personal development". Shit like that.

Tomorrow, wednesday, is my busy day, according to my timetable so this will invariably mean seeing more old faces, which is rather exciting, and being thrown a little more back into the swing of this year. I'm yet to find another module, which is really getting rather important now because the punishment for not signing onto one soon is an anvil hanging above me by a thread with the words "fail uni" daubed on the side. I've often lamented the numerous bureaucracies of university, but this one is the Beethoven's 5th of pure bullshit.