Random musings of the entropic

Well after being blackmailed by a load of bold Midlanders (well two), I have been compelled to write another blog entry, even after all this time. I thought this blog had died anyways. but ohh well Im here now and I might as well make it fantastic. Since we last spoke alot of time has passed, too much really to sum it up within the confines of a blog post, but I will do my best. Sufficit to say that within a matter of days I will be in the middle of my last ever set of obligatory exams, in a matter of weeks I will have finished school, and in a matter of months I will be told that I have failed all my exams.

Ohhh well as a wise woman once said, "passing exams only makes life more difficult". Their are so many things in this world that dont need a university education, and I want to do all of them, as welll as a couple of hundred other things. I was never meant to be good at exams, any success so far, has just been a fluke really. Although i have to say it is a nice feeling, doing well in exams and all that, but is it really what I want for another year?

If you look at most of the great men of this world, most of the truly great men, they are all the products of their own efforts. Buisness and cultural tycoons of the world are those who have an inovative mind, not valuable degree, they are the ones who work for the tycoons. Yes their is that misconception that a university degree is a fundamental need in life, in order not to end your life an empovrished failure, but I disagree.

Yes I disagree! University is not a need in life, the only reason they exist within the orbit of mainstream culture, is the product of the industrial revolution. All the new buisnessmen needed an army of well trained workers, to function as pawns within the newfound "democratic" buisness entities. I exist with the temptation to break from that tradition, to not go to university, and follow my own path, instead of that path of beuracracy set out for me by the behemoth of public education.

But with that said, if I get in anywhere, I will probably still go!?!

Peace out

This was a rant brought to you by IronicJoke66

Like it or not, money is a fact of life, this is not up for debate. In modern society, it is impossible to do anything without it, excluding a life of Vagrancy of course (but we will not count them as mainstream society for now). Even being seen as a good person in society costs money now, the countless donations one is asked for all over society will attest to that, making me wonder how the poor can afford to be good people in this day and age. However more importantly, it leads me to the conclusion that society is fundamentally fucked, and there is nothing that anyone can do about it from an outside perspective.

Even in the old days, culture only survived on the pockets of it's patrons, or else floundered in obscurity to well after the death of it's creators. The world we live in today, is only an evolution of that system, only now every aspect of modern living needs it's own patron. This is true of charity and science; it is true of politics (think of the peerages for sale scandal) and the army; and it is true for the very food and drink that sustains us (supermarkets?).

So with that little rant said, I am lead to another idiom "If you cant beat them, join them", meaning I think I need to go into some sort of business. After a week of complete hedonism (my natural state of existence), I have discovered I actually love having money, and the freedom it gives me to do whatever I want in today's society.
In turn this has lead me to the conclusion that I need to go into some kind of buisness, not some kind of financial service industry like banking, but cold hard buisness.

However I do not want to be haunted by the letterhead of some faceless corporate behemoth, to be classed in the same category as monsters such as Nike or McDonald's would be my worst nightmare, the whole point is to do something good for the world. Yet I still want to make money, does that make me a hypocrite? Is it even possible to make a profit, while still retaining a moral high ground, I'm sure there are few if any examples in the world (I haven't checked yet).

So without further adieu I make the promise, that wherever you find me in ten years, I will be making money morally, A beacon of the new world, I will find the third way, and prove the countless corporate devils of the world that it can be done. This will not be a politicians promise, I have to much to do to be that dishonest, there just inst enough time!

In other news-Getting mixed signals from the girl-Should really finish my history coursework-Should start my french stuff-have to get some more work done!-Listening to nu rave electric-and disparing over all the reggaeton!

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Wordsworthian title isn't it?
What is one supposed to before a party? I am sitting here completely out of things to do, except of course starting work, but that is not a suitable pre party thing. Life is too short to waist a whole day, yet that is what I have just done, now I am possed with an aura of guilt. I have only myself to blame lol, I will have to make it up to myself tonight, although I have no idea how lol.

In other news, i apologise for the self victimization of my last post, that will happen. People have moods, mine was morose, get over it. No one has to read my posts lol. Maybe I will start sighnposting my moods, just so you have some advanced warning, and are not suprised by the tonal shifts of my writting. Well I should go get ready soon, although bill bailey is still on lol. Sorry for the below par quality of this post, it is written out of pure boredom mixed with a little guilt at not having posted, anyways im off to infinity...

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Next: Bizzare?

I'm a hopeless romantic, I think I forgot to mention in my first post, it is probably my defining characteristic .
I fall too much in love, too ridiculously quickly, and I almost always get burned for it. Yet after an entire adolescence, I still haven't learnt my lesson, and I still am depressingly alone. Nevertheless I can still hope, that is all those who are alone can do...yet I am still incredibly satisfied with life.

I live and breath of the expectation of romance, the idea that something better is just round the corner, it just makes the end result that much better. Yet on the other hand it makes the suffering of love that much worse, the constant fear of rejection, paralysing you from taking that one vital risk. I have liked like this as far as I can remember, loving every minute of it, yet longing for some an other (confusing I know, welcome to my life, lol).

For a while, I was content to have these meaningless crushes, living life as a failed romantic. It made things more interesting then just being desperate for a fuck. Then I met her and everything changed, everything suddenly had some meaning (yes I know it is a terrible cliche), and all that came before her just wasn't good enough anymore (and yet another cliche). It was then that I came to the terrifying conclusion that this was not a meaningless crush.

I could at this point diverge into a peon for this girl, but a tired description of various physical and emotional attributes, would not do her justice. Simply put she is a saint verging on the divine, you can work out the rest yourself, anything else is just periphery. Yet I cant tell her how I feel, because I don't want to risk loosing her from my life, what the hell do I do?

In other news I have started listening to heavy electro, saw No Country for Old Men (more on that latter) and started writing a short story (that I'm getting close to finishing)
I apologise to all one reader for the morose nature of this post. I will write something witty tomorrow (PADDYS!) right now I have to go wallow in self pity :(.

Ciao
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Today is Thursday the 13th of March, and it seemed as good a time as any to start writing this blog, despite the fact that at the time of writing nothing significant has happened to me so far. My name is Jean Phillipe (or is it), I live in Spain, and I am a student for a living (can it really be called a living). I start this blog on the advice of the venerable Manscabies, may she rest in peach (seriously she doesn't sleep much), who shall become my fellow student in a matter of months. For the moment I am going to University college London in September, to study the history of all human creation (art), and could not be happier with life at the mo.I have an intricate life plan (doesn't everyone), that I hope to lay out in the first few articles of this blog, while developing my writing skills at the same time.

That said, who really cares what I write here, it is not exactly like this will be read is it? One blog on the Internet, is like a needle in several square kilometres of fields, that are in the midst of a freak storm/earthquake combo. Yes we live in an era of free media, but no one cares about the average persons voice, it is all a sham really. However knowing no one will read what I am writing (except you manscabies), makes me more free in a way, as I do not have to worry about hurting anyone pesci feelings.

I am just another average half Indian; quarter dutch; quarter Swiss; Joe, with a serial addiction to falling in love, and penchant for fine food and writing bad poetry. I think about things too much, and am too serious for my own good, leading me to over analyse things. Yet I can not help but make people laugh, help people when they are down, or break this addiction to volunteering

I am an ironic Joke

DONT PANIC

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