My life as based on a true story

So I still haven't gone out despite promises to the contrary. I'm putting in an effort but I still cant be asked as the English put it.
Still I'm having a ball. In the last month I've been dumped by my girlfriend, been living below the poverty line and I'm doing a module that I seriously regret taking on. But I'm happy- I can't help it. The other day I remembered walking into a conversation between Valli and Mez last year and Valli was talking about the way we seem to be almost afraid of happiness, and the instant we realize we are happy, we let little things creep up and spoil it all. I thought that was pretty spot on. We don't talk about and revel in happiness often enough.
Meanwhile our International law lectures are turning into a bit of a joke. We have this Nigerian guy who for the past three lectures has walked in fifteen minutes late and always looks like he can't even put in the minimum effort. The other day, he was ten minutes late and then instead started talking about the chemical symbols on the board left by the previous class asking us about atoms and molecules while we all stared at him in shock and-for the minority- amusement. His strong accent also makes it difficult for most of the class to understand him. He seems like a bright guy, but he's a fairly poor lecturer. My classmate was saying this as we left the lecture. She was slagging him off seriously saying things like 'he's a fucking joke!' until she realized that he was walking behind us and probably heard at least the last half of her rant. Christ, now I'm tainted by association! Then again, he didnt see my face and I was doing most of the listening although I'm sure I had a few things to say which I wouldn't have wanted him to hear. Still, that could have been me- thank God for small mercies.
Listening to The streets the other night, and I really cannot recommend the album 'A grand don't come for free' highly enough. It's brilliant because its unique and very funny. The whole thing is just snippets in his life and he raps about doing the most mundane things- going to return a DVD, misplacing some money, trying to get his TV fixed, a bad night out at a club...it's incredible. But his masterpiece must be 'fit but you know it'. In it, he's talking about spotting a beautiful girl while standing in the queue trying to get something to eat. As he wonders about her, he's also trying to figure out what he wants to eat now that he's in the queue ('wondering whether to have a burger or chips..') and then gets too distracted by her which loses him his place in the queue. It's great stuff because such mundane things are like the anti-epic. I love Coldplay, U2 and all those bands that do epic sing-along-in-a-big-stadium songs about really deep things. However it's funny that the other side of the scale-everyday life with no philosophizing and abstract concepts- can still be so gripping and profound. Infact, it's epic in its own way- It's real life in it's purest form, poetry without any pretentiousness.