“WHAT HOW THE FUCK DID I LOSE 150 WORDS FROM MY PRESENTATION WHERE DID THEY oh I’m looking at the wrong panel, my bad =|”
It’s nearly time for me to go and have a delayed lunch (once brainspam gets here, I will do just that), and because I’m hungry and my concentration is shot after three hours of concentrated work on my thesis, I am allowing myself a tumblr break. Though I think it’s true that I should probably learn from past experiences concerning this. No matter how empty the reading hall is, it’ll always enjoy a boost in traffic the second I enter tumblr, especially when scrolling past pictures of boobs, gentials and arse. It does. Not. Fail.
The reading hall is severely low on entertainment value.
It makes me so paranoid. I’m just sat here, frantically glancing around, probably looking like the shiftiest shifty that ever did shift, worried that my neighbours are going to look over at me and see that I’m not doing anything constructive whatsoever.
Even though I frequently see them perusing facebook.
Facebook doesn’t have as many naked people, though.
Mostly just stupidity.
This site is NOT safe for work.
The guy in the row ahead of mine in the reading hall has lots of stuffed animals on his desk. (Okay, lots is a bit of a stretch; I see two from where I’m sitting, being a bat and a turtle, both of which appear to be IKEA-products.) It makes me feel that I should bring Fassy, even though he’d cover my ENTIRE DESK. Plus, I’d just sit here and cuddle him all day and not get anything done. Not that I’m getting anything done now. I am, however, discovering that I’m exceptionally skilled at avoiding work while doing something constructive. Honestly. Who avoids work by doing work?
I wish my had my disco party moose. I just feel like I would have finished the entire assignment already if I had it here to support me in all my endeavors. Or maybe it would have infected me with its disco party style and influenced me to wear roller skates everywhere and sing “Night Fever” so loudly I got kicked out of the reading hall and never allowed back. Which would suck, because obviously I love it here so very much and get loads of work done.
Inspired by person known as “dick who opened window.”
Oh person in the row ahead of me,
Why do you blow?
Do you enjoy cold gusts of air,
Or is it all for show?
Is your purpose at this place
To chill me to the bone?
Aren’t you troubled when I shiver and shake?
Is your heart made of stone?
Curses to you, demon, fiend!
I’ll stay here anyway.
I’ll steal this blanket from my neighbour
To keep winter at bay.
Written by me. Envy my poetic prowess. DOEET.
…are you kidding me with this shit? WHY would you OPEN A WINDOW, new arrival to the reading hall? It’s FREEZING in here, and there’s really high humidity in the air today. WHY WOULD YOU LET THAT INTO THE READING HALL? Are you some sort of masochist? Or do you just hate ME?
Note to anyone reading this: none of this will reach the actual culprit. I prefer to shout at you perfectly innocent people on the interwebs about this chilling (and I mean that) event.