Eeee the Great Gatsby was so much better than I thought it was going to be. I had forgotten just how sad the book is, and the film depicts this kind of desperation so so well. The American dream is not the way to live, man. I just want to appreciate my youth and the circumstance of my present days.
Ok so I’ve handed my last essay of the year in and I really couldn’t tell you what mark it’ll get. Not a good one, anyway. And now I’m back to revising for philosophy. The next two weeks are going to be so poo, and then it’s going to get infinitely better.
Nevertheless, `i do believe that going to university was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I have a feeling that if I hadn’t, I would have never left home, let alone be stuck in a dead end job. I have had periods here of extreme homesickness, existentialistic angst and altogether really shitty days, but that is only one spec of dust on a fabulous year. Everything has been worth it, I’ve learned so much about myself and even if I have no clue what to do with my life, I’m certainly on my way to finding out.
So my flatmates printed this out and stuck it on my door and now I’m looking into his eyes and hoping that imspiration will come to me because I need to write another 1000 words today and I am already so so tired and so jealous of all my third year friends who have nothing more to do and are looking into the abyss of being an adult. Well, I’m not too jealous of the abyss, but I cannot bloody wait until all my exams and essays are done.
Resolutions for the summer
- Try and watch all of the top 70 films on IMDB that I haven’t seen
- Watch more documentaries, more intellectual TV in general
- Finish at least 5 books
- Finish at least 5 poems
- Jog twice a week
- Exercise Video/Conditioning twice a week
- Yoga on Sundays
Fancy the Eurovision Song Contest being on the anniversary of your death. It’s almost like a sign. Thank you for still bringing a haunting but beautiful perspective of life. Thank you for showing me that suicide is never the answer. You have achieved the desire of humanity; immortality. And with grace.
Such a wonderful 7 months. I love you, Mr. Willyarms.