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Oct 03, 2005 14:29

Just come back from the bookshop. Ugh... how I hate thee.

I got in and found myself amongst a swarm of students, there was nobody around to ask where things were because the staff were just too busy. So I'm manouvering round, trying to find all those hard to find books that you just can't get anywhere but there. I get most of it but I can't find The Autobiography of Malcolm X. I wander round for about 15 minutes looking, and there is no one to ask. Get stressed out, if its not there i'm screwed. Finally get pissed off and dump the other books deciding if I can't find that one I won't buy any of them.

I turn round. I'm greeted with a massive stack of The Autobiography of Malcolm X.

Ah.

Grab book, grab other books and queue in the horrendously long line to pay. It costs me on average £9 per book which is fucking ridiculous. So I buy myself the new Franz Ferdinand album to cheer me up.

Being a lit student sucks arse. I've probably spent about £200 on books already this year and its only the second week back. Meh.

Now instead of reading said books i'm sat here typing. I'm such a slacker sometimes.
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