A post I couldn't be bothered posting on Friday:
Today while I was running to uni, I realised three things:
1. I need to get my license.
2. I need to exercise more.
3. That uni is a true arsehole in life.
To top off the end of two burn-out weeks of uni, my very last assessment (the bullshit assignment on a drug no-one's ever heard of) refused to be an attachment in both gmail and hotmail. So I had about half an hour left before the deadline and I was pooping my pants. I was at home by myself and the assignment wasn't sending. I didn't have a usb, so I used a CD. Who even uses CD's anymore? I called my friend and panicked to her on the phone. Then I realised it was no use so I ran. Well more of the awkward walk run. It was an intense. I was panicking like a mofo while walk-running. Found my lecturer's office. Breathlessly told him that my email kept being rejected. He looked at me strangely while I tried to talk to him between puffs. Like that wheelchair kid on Malcolm In The Middle. Embarrassing. Didn't matter though, I made it. While I was walking home, I felt like I could do anything. I wanted to motherfucking fist pump the motherfucking air. Is it sad that the first thing I thought of when I came home that I had to blog this experience?
Tomorrow I have my P's test and I don't think I'll pass because I make stupid mistakes. I guess it won't be the end of the world though, just disappointing.
Today while I was running to uni, I realised three things:
1. I need to get my license.
2. I need to exercise more.
3. That uni is a true arsehole in life.
To top off the end of two burn-out weeks of uni, my very last assessment (the bullshit assignment on a drug no-one's ever heard of) refused to be an attachment in both gmail and hotmail. So I had about half an hour left before the deadline and I was pooping my pants. I was at home by myself and the assignment wasn't sending. I didn't have a usb, so I used a CD. Who even uses CD's anymore? I called my friend and panicked to her on the phone. Then I realised it was no use so I ran. Well more of the awkward walk run. It was an intense. I was panicking like a mofo while walk-running. Found my lecturer's office. Breathlessly told him that my email kept being rejected. He looked at me strangely while I tried to talk to him between puffs. Like that wheelchair kid on Malcolm In The Middle. Embarrassing. Didn't matter though, I made it. While I was walking home, I felt like I could do anything. I wanted to motherfucking fist pump the motherfucking air. Is it sad that the first thing I thought of when I came home that I had to blog this experience?
Tomorrow I have my P's test and I don't think I'll pass because I make stupid mistakes. I guess it won't be the end of the world though, just disappointing.
