Stupid uni
I wish my stupid fucking teacher would just bloody well reply to my email. The assignment for her subject is ridiculously large and convoluted, and if she replied, I could get so much further on it than I currently am, which is none.
And I've hardly started my essay due tomorrow. What the hell kind of question is "a Malinowskian interpretation of the Anzac myth"? I'll tell you. NO KIND of a question. AAAAAARGH.
(In other news, the radio played snippets of this song before playing Simple Plan's song about your girlfriend cheating on you and I wanted it so much that I dl'd it. It's awesometacular, and I remember when it came out.)
And I've hardly started my essay due tomorrow. What the hell kind of question is "a Malinowskian interpretation of the Anzac myth"? I'll tell you. NO KIND of a question. AAAAAARGH.
(In other news, the radio played snippets of this song before playing Simple Plan's song about your girlfriend cheating on you and I wanted it so much that I dl'd it. It's awesometacular, and I remember when it came out.)