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Welcome to Aidan's BRAIN EMPTYING TIME! *catchy theme tune plays* here's your host: Adonis!

"Hi and welcome to the show! Life is great! Uh, Good. Life is at a balance of good, bad and ugly!"
*Tumbleweed rolls across the audience stands.*
"Okay! On to today's topic! Today on ABET we will be looking at essays, love interests, and money!"

So as those of you who are paying attention to my life will know, I have been working all year long towards my new goal in life; teaching English. It's been a long hard slog, and part of my course has been the study of Sociology (this is an access course, to get me into uni) and alas, since Midkent are the LEAST organised college in all the world, we have had a bad teacher for the first half of the year, the middle was punctuated by a very GOOD but teacher, but she was a temp, now we've got a university level lecturer who would be great if he weren't teaching stuff that went over our heads so far because of the lacklustre teaching earlier on.

Subsequently, the exams were called off and our entire grade on this subject is based entirely on our essays...

...four of them, which I have got to finish by Monday, with less knowledge than I should have of the subject.

I have to basically teach myself an entire two years worth of subject in two days, and write the essays for them, while I should have had the whole year.

Wish me luck, pray for me, do EVERYTHING! Make voodoo charms, pray to Allah, YHWH, Rah, Odin, Vishnu, I DON'T CARE, just send whatever luck and well wishes my way as you can muster.



Okay, so those of you who were following me near the beginning of the year, you will also know that I lost love back then in a big way. Some of you, I know, still have concerns over me, some even dislike and/or resent the person who did that to me, despite the fact that I have returned to being strong friends with her (seriously, you know who you are, forgive her - I have). I've found someone else since, someone who intrigues and interests me. Some people will know me well enough to know what my 'preferences' are physically, I don't often talk about them because they're not important. Green eyes, dark hair, short, shapely, not too skinny. These are the kinds of things that would make a nice bonus to a person whose company I enjoy, and there's the rub.

For me, love interests are barely anything to do with the appearance of a person, and more about the feel of them and their company. If you smile when they're around you, then it's probably a good relationship. If, moments after they leave, you feel low, like you're being cold-turkeyed of an addictive substance, then you know there's something there. I got in after walking that certain someone most of the way home (well, to an appointment, actually) on Thursday, and I had to go lay down. I had felt good to spend so much time with her, talking about things, sharing interests, we read Nostradamus together (nothing like facing down the end of all things with someone you're into to while away the afternoon, right?), and cuddled a little. I had felt great, if I'm being perfectly honest, but when that was over, and the thought that I would have to wait a whole week (for the most part) to see her again set in, I felt like a drug addict without his fix. I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't DO anything productive like write, or work on the aforementioned essays. About the only thing that ever does help me in times like that is reading, so I spent some of Thursday evening reading until I felt better again, then got on to the essays.

Fun fact: missing someone feels the same, regardless of whether they are 4,000 or 1.5 miles away.



"For the love of money is the root of all evil." (1 Timothy 6:10 - Bible, King James Edition)

True enough. So many people misquote this statement to "Money is the root of all evil" which both perverts and ruins the original meaning. After a long speech by the character Francisco d’Anconia in Ayn Rand's novel Atlas Shrugged, he concludes with a beautiful point that destroys the stupidity of the biblical misquote:

"Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to be the tool by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of men. Blood, whips and guns - or dollars. Take your choice; there is no other."

The best of us work our way to possessing great things that others desire, things that allow us to provide for needs, services and the like. The bourgeoisie of Marx's sociological perspective shows nicely that group of people who possess the means to give; the rest of us sell the only thing we can: our effort. For our effort we get a token of the value of that effort which we can give to others in exchange for what they have that we need, and so, money is a token of the worth of human life. Who said life has no limited, discernible value? They were wrong.

So, I have discovered that I will have to give my effort for tokens over the summer. At least two days a week if I want to scrape by. Right now, the job market in the UK (thank you global credit crisis) is in such a horrible state that I would have more luck selling my non vital organs on the black market than get a job. Not to mention that the industry in which I have the most qualification is sexist against men in a BIG way, I'll be a venerable old veteran of Teaching before I hear a positive answer from any attempt to get secretarial work.

Wish me luck yet again.

I have 8,000 words to write on a subject I know nothing about, so "it's time to wrap up this imaginary, prizeless gameshow with the usual! See you all next time!"
*bad theme music plays again, ingraining into your mind and bugging you just when you thought you had forgotten the sound of it*