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one of them being math, which is tomorrow. was in a fit of orgasmic joy when i found all my notes and tutorials - i actually found all but one, can you believe that? i i genuinely thought i had discarded them somewhere previously. well, in a sense i did, i found three sets of notes under my bed obscured by a layer of dust and hidden from my view by some paper bags. i have a feeling i chucked them there for convinience sake one day - so that i can conviniently forget they existed. i was mildly amused when i read what i had scribbled on my notes in an effort to stay awake, and even moreso at what others had doodled on them - for example, S who scrawled "J's hairy balls" on my first tutorial. ah, good times, good times.
and the last paper, being PC, is unstudiable (is there such a word?), so CT effectively ends tomorrow. shall just put in a bit of effort in looking for the list of technical terms i drew up and always scan through before a PC paper. speaking of which, i like mr W, my paper eight teacher cos at least he's sincere about what he's teaching, unlike some bitches who can't teach for nuts and is a complete bitch to everyone. seriously woman, you're not as smart as you think you are. but enough about that disgusting old chimp - one day she will wither away and die and that will be a very glorious day indeed. at times like this, i really regret not studying that much harder and perhaps - ill still be in humans - but enough wishful thinking for the day - i like my class. they are funny. haha.
anyway i have a bone to pick with some people - it pisses me off so much when people dont remember you for what you have contributed to their lives. its just as though youve just breezed past them, with the slightest of contact - as though you were just mere acquaintances anyway, nothing more. but its alright. ive come to understand that all you dipshits can go fuck off and die. dont know why i still try to make an active contribution to your lives when its clearly not wanted.
oh lit was rubbish. i ought to shower.
god spoke 9:51 AM
and the last paper, being PC, is unstudiable (is there such a word?), so CT effectively ends tomorrow. shall just put in a bit of effort in looking for the list of technical terms i drew up and always scan through before a PC paper. speaking of which, i like mr W, my paper eight teacher cos at least he's sincere about what he's teaching, unlike some bitches who can't teach for nuts and is a complete bitch to everyone. seriously woman, you're not as smart as you think you are. but enough about that disgusting old chimp - one day she will wither away and die and that will be a very glorious day indeed. at times like this, i really regret not studying that much harder and perhaps - ill still be in humans - but enough wishful thinking for the day - i like my class. they are funny. haha.
anyway i have a bone to pick with some people - it pisses me off so much when people dont remember you for what you have contributed to their lives. its just as though youve just breezed past them, with the slightest of contact - as though you were just mere acquaintances anyway, nothing more. but its alright. ive come to understand that all you dipshits can go fuck off and die. dont know why i still try to make an active contribution to your lives when its clearly not wanted.
oh lit was rubbish. i ought to shower.
god spoke 9:51 AM
