Nott What You'd Expected...

Lazy is as Lazy Does.....

Hmmmm.

Is laziness a lack of action or a state of mind? I feel like lately, aside from an almost inhuman abilityto watch Grey's Anatomy at high rates of speed, my existence on this earth is somewhat wasted. Not in a suicidal way by any means, but just in the sense that I haven't and most likely won't do crap for the last few and upcoming days.

There's a lot on my plate right now- job searching, first week class preparations, reading for M&C's novel class, even more reading and tons of writing for a Paideia paper, and yet I'm like that guy in episode 10 of Season 2 when the guy is in the vegetative state... only instead of waking up after 16 years, I feel like I might just fall asleep after 20.5...
On the plus side, my music collection has grown substatially, i have done soooome reading, and my appreciation for American television is growing, so in many respects I've been subconciously studying for my TV cultures class...

Friday was a wash, I was wiped for no reason and fell asleep on the couch instead of going to a pub with Mary and Brandon.... they ended up meeting up with Mark and Carol by complete cooincidence, so maybe it's best that I didn't go out.

Saturday, more Greys, a bit (ok, maybe a lot) of reading and prepping for my paper to be written today, and a whole lot of procrastination about job searching. I posted on the UK equivalent of craigslist that i needed a job, and got the creepiest pyramid scheme responses.... most had links to online videos or pamphlets with sayings like "Unbelievable but true", "Beyond your wildest dreams" and other off-putting statements that make you wonder who would actually buy into this crap.

Today, the flat buckles down, starts writing, and as a reward? Hooters. Despite our distance from the states, and inhabitance within a country that would rather pour scalding tea into their knickers than watch a match of American football, Aaron (after much sleuthing) discovered that there was an oasis of Americana, namely Hooters, that was brave enough to display THE SUPERBOWL (XLI) starting at 9pm and lasting until somwhere around 2 or 3 in the morning.
Aside from the fact that our outing may cost upwards of 32 dollars after beers, tram tickets, a taxi home, and countless hundreds of wings, it will be worth it. So, dangle carrot, dangle... as I write today of Britian's slipping stance as a global world power in the sphere of cultural exportation, and the increasingly frightening impact of American film and television on the global market, I'll really be thinking of cheesy halftime shows, awkwardly sweaty announcers, and the typically over-the-top experience that is.... The Super Bowl (especially at the ONLY Hooters in the entire UK)....
As far as predictions go, I'll stick close to my native home and birthplace and choose Da Bears- not because of talent, defense, or Peyton's innability to get the job done (yet, i know, really it's a toss up as far as I'm concerned), but I choose Da Bears because deep down, we all see bears for what they are: Godless killing machines. Don't believe me? Watch your Colbert.

posted by Kevin @ 10:43 AM