She spoke in Dialect... I could not understand...

Why is it that the more work you have to do, the harder it is to get to it? I mean I did get some stuff done today, though I feel as if it's just like pedalling in butter or some other kind of spread (mmmm nutella). Ah well, all will work out in the end, either that or i'll die, though thankfully school in the past has statistically had a 100% survival rate with me (on an average of how many years have killed me and how many i've lived through). Reading Durkheim "On Suicide" tonight, interesting stuff. Ah yes, back in the days of good ol' social science, before it got to be all sciency , when it still saw itself as a mix of science, philosophy, literature, etc..... to get to some kind of truth . Both Alanna and I agreed today on the bus ride home that we both feel really busy but we have no clue what we're so busy with, although we know for a fact it's not frivolity since we wouldn't have time for stuff like that. My Modes class today kicked ass though, even though I haven't finished middlemarch yet, (no one else really has either excpet for maybe 1 or 2 people), we talked about the notion of truth and existence as a confluence of perspectives and wow, just wow. Especially applied to God, it's an incredible notion. The idea that the object does exist, but exists only insofar as it's the meeting point of a WHOLE bunch of perspectives. YET, this object, this meeting point, in turn changes the viewers and their perspectives themselves change. Thus, God would ultimately be the confluence of all beliefs in Him, all faith, etc.... but somehow, this ideal, this posited higher power which is really a confluence of faith, ends up changing those who interact with Him through that. Mindfuck? Definitely. But wonderful. Forgive the shortness of this post loves, i'm retardaterily exhausted tonight, and thus sleep beckons cravingly. Have wonderful days, don't let the stress get to you pickles. Do spendd time with people, it helps, really.