i believe we may have once crossed the rio grande together.
Things that can by some happy coincidence get lost in the continuiniunuum:
1) Essays with arbitrary titles like "What is an Attempt?" the have obviously just been pulled out of some lecturer's ass in a perverse mockery of the bunny-out-of-the-hat trick.
2) Library all nighters, followed by 9am tutorials.
3) Fuck-knuckle construction workers who shout "Jordan!!" at me in the street, as if I want to be equated with that monstrosity of a 'woman'.
4) Ungrateful entitlement-issues authors who not only expect you to write criticism for them, but don't even say thank you when you spend hours reading their story and planning reviews for it.
5) People who dot their 'i's with smiley faces or hearts.
6) Chillis. Seriously, what the fuck do they do except make you feel like you've wrapped your mouth around Satan's cock?
Happily, though, I handed my last essay in today, so the list is slowly being whittled down one at a time. Well, bless us Tiny Tim, one and all, that's all I can say.
That's only a 40 minute walk. Plus they look horrendously stupid XD
I seem to be unable to function without a camera these days. Or the 'red paintbrush' mode in photoshop, fot those essential in-picture observations.
Have planned meal out of awesomeness at Bella Italia with Leria, Fabs, Tom and George on Monday night, which should be jolly japes and hijinks. Pictures will follow, because you all know I'm surgically attached to my camera. Universal social law dictates that there will be at least one picture of someone doing something humourous with an oversized pepper-ginder, so we'll see how that turns out. XD
1) Essays with arbitrary titles like "What is an Attempt?" the have obviously just been pulled out of some lecturer's ass in a perverse mockery of the bunny-out-of-the-hat trick.
2) Library all nighters, followed by 9am tutorials.
3) Fuck-knuckle construction workers who shout "Jordan!!" at me in the street, as if I want to be equated with that monstrosity of a 'woman'.
4) Ungrateful entitlement-issues authors who not only expect you to write criticism for them, but don't even say thank you when you spend hours reading their story and planning reviews for it.
5) People who dot their 'i's with smiley faces or hearts.
6) Chillis. Seriously, what the fuck do they do except make you feel like you've wrapped your mouth around Satan's cock?
Happily, though, I handed my last essay in today, so the list is slowly being whittled down one at a time. Well, bless us Tiny Tim, one and all, that's all I can say.
That's only a 40 minute walk. Plus they look horrendously stupid XD
I seem to be unable to function without a camera these days. Or the 'red paintbrush' mode in photoshop, fot those essential in-picture observations.
Have planned meal out of awesomeness at Bella Italia with Leria, Fabs, Tom and George on Monday night, which should be jolly japes and hijinks. Pictures will follow, because you all know I'm surgically attached to my camera. Universal social law dictates that there will be at least one picture of someone doing something humourous with an oversized pepper-ginder, so we'll see how that turns out. XD