But in the darkness, in a room which the sunlight can never breach, I managed to study. So the whole day didn’t feel like a complete loss. University finals are the toughest and it has nothing to do with the material or syllabus. The hardest thing is the promise of summer; the promise of Jordan; the promise of home. It’s absolutely impossible to concentrate on a political comparison between NAFTA and EU economic paradigms in free trade when Jordan feels closer every day. A few weeks ago I made a list of 50 things I’d like to do there and reading it now it’s so vague, my mind is currently operating on a much more detailed level. Between the chapter on US relations post-911 and Structures from Keynes to Neo-lib, I found myself making up mp3 playlists to play in the car when I get home. I was mentally rearranging tracks trying to remember which song should lead into what song. By the time I got to “1980’s pop-hits” I decided to take a break. So I watched a re-run of Monk. If you ever think you’re going insane, watch Monk and you’ll feel better about yourself…
What I learned today: Thomas Hobbes and John Locke were the ugliest political philosophers ever.
Quote of the Moment: “Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded” – Bring it On
Song Playing as I Study: “Pictures of You” – The Cure
Lyrics I remembered upon writing this post:
Don’t wake me… Please don’t wake me
‘Cause I was dreaming, And I might just stay inside again today.
I don’t go out much these days
Yes sometimes I stay inside all day”
– Miller’s Angels, Counting Crows