i have this feeling that ri sells our contacts to shitty polytechnics to make a quick buck (now you know why we had such great facilities). i keep getting bloody flyers and newsletters and crappy shits for the mail. my dad makes a big deal when he comes back saying "oh wow u got letters" and i get my hopes up high thinking its some long lost whatever but no, so and so poly want to recruit me~!

don't they know i'm in fucking rjc?

anyway, speaking of rjc. it's a living mindmap revision of the very first chapter of bio for sec4. what with the ultra fast efficiency of synapses... this is a warning to future fools who want to join in the 5-11 insanity, clear out all dirty laundry before you even fill in your PAE form.

hmm, anyway dfest is proving to be a pain in the ass for everyone, especially when there's no authority around. little miss smatypants pop up like ugly sporangium fungi out of the alternatively muddy and dry field.

i love economics, i love my bed and i love my ankle socks! don't they make you feel sexy? lalala.
quixoticka eulogized @ 1:25:00 am