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Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:02 pmYOU GUYS. Time has magically elapsed quick like a mofo since Monday evening, what the hell. It all started when Carmen and I were only just supposed to go to Sven's birthday party pre-gaming session... and of course then we ended tagging along to go clubbing at the ~*Ride Club*~ after all. Which sucks and is a bastion of sleaze and desperate, desperate douchebaggery/whorishness --as usual, good to have that reconfirmed-- and I also got my fantasy of Eramus Exchange Program parties being fantastic rightly shattered and it was shown to me as the full of suck and clique-y people shindig it was. And the music! Fucking Katy Perry and Pussycat Dolls, nooooo. We left at 2AM with Stephen (who was one of the few honestly entertaining and cool people there), and ended up in the totally wasted Pano dorm kitchen where the pregaming was held, just drinking beer and talking about randomness until the wee hours of the morning. Awesome beginning and awesome conclusion, if only the actual clubbing part could have been snipped out!
.........and of course I proceeded to HATE MYSELF for the entire Tuesday, because I was A)tired as fuck, B)cramping up like woah and C)because I realized that I was so screwed for my BAKK2 presentation on Wednesday. Which ended up in 3AM bedtimes and frantic last-minute work as usual, and hating myself some more when I had to wake up this morning at 8AM to barely make it to my 9.30AM WERB UE in time. And really, the best part of this BAKK2 stress?
ALL OF MY PANIC-Y EFFORTS WERE FOR NOTHING, because the teacher didn't even listen to my presentation (we had to simultaneously present on each half of the classroom, a teaching tactic that I DESPISE PASSIONATELY, such bullshit) and when I gave her my presentation poster for some feedback as she had yet to actually see it after the seminar, this is what she did:
TEACH: *unrolls poster, gazes at it* Hmm. Yes. Everything seems very... clearly arranged here. Quite adequate. *rolls it back up, hands it to me*
SHAZ: .............................thank......you.
QUITE ADEQUATE?? QUITE ADEQUATE?? WOW. That just really makes me feel so secure in what I have accomplished so far! Who the fuck wants a 'quite adequate'? And more importantly, what grade does she give a 'quite adequate'? Because that smells like a 4er to me and akjsfhkajsh, AUGHHH. Is a half-way decent feedback that actually makes emotion flicker in her cold, cold eyes too much to ask for? :// I really like her otherwise, but wow do I ever get nervous when you can't read teacher's reactions in situations like these.
And to end this on a non-bitchery note, I am so psyched about various movies right now that I am all unable to watch. Typical, I know, yet still always so frustrating. UP! STAR TREK! Also I have not forgotten about: I LOVE YOU, MAN. *grabby handssss* Re: UP, if you haven't seen it yet, everyone should check out this clip: MEET DUG THE DOG. AHHH I NEED TO WATCH THIS MOVIE NOW. Obviously not just for the dogs, because all the reviews I've read make me just so excited for everything about this movie, yet it is every so hard to not immediately succumb to the charm of "I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU". AHHH his dumb doggie face reminds me so much of our dogs, I cannot deaaaal.
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apple_scruffer, I am mucho glad that you liked the ~*SUPER SECRET SCHWAG*~ bb! All the best for youuuu, of course! Man, this time the postage service at least fucking finally delivered-- I ADMIT, I WAS PRETTY NERVOUS.
.........and of course I proceeded to HATE MYSELF for the entire Tuesday, because I was A)tired as fuck, B)cramping up like woah and C)because I realized that I was so screwed for my BAKK2 presentation on Wednesday. Which ended up in 3AM bedtimes and frantic last-minute work as usual, and hating myself some more when I had to wake up this morning at 8AM to barely make it to my 9.30AM WERB UE in time. And really, the best part of this BAKK2 stress?
ALL OF MY PANIC-Y EFFORTS WERE FOR NOTHING, because the teacher didn't even listen to my presentation (we had to simultaneously present on each half of the classroom, a teaching tactic that I DESPISE PASSIONATELY, such bullshit) and when I gave her my presentation poster for some feedback as she had yet to actually see it after the seminar, this is what she did:
TEACH: *unrolls poster, gazes at it* Hmm. Yes. Everything seems very... clearly arranged here. Quite adequate. *rolls it back up, hands it to me*
SHAZ: .............................thank......you.
QUITE ADEQUATE?? QUITE ADEQUATE?? WOW. That just really makes me feel so secure in what I have accomplished so far! Who the fuck wants a 'quite adequate'? And more importantly, what grade does she give a 'quite adequate'? Because that smells like a 4er to me and akjsfhkajsh, AUGHHH. Is a half-way decent feedback that actually makes emotion flicker in her cold, cold eyes too much to ask for? :// I really like her otherwise, but wow do I ever get nervous when you can't read teacher's reactions in situations like these.
And to end this on a non-bitchery note, I am so psyched about various movies right now that I am all unable to watch. Typical, I know, yet still always so frustrating. UP! STAR TREK! Also I have not forgotten about: I LOVE YOU, MAN. *grabby handssss* Re: UP, if you haven't seen it yet, everyone should check out this clip: MEET DUG THE DOG. AHHH I NEED TO WATCH THIS MOVIE NOW. Obviously not just for the dogs, because all the reviews I've read make me just so excited for everything about this movie, yet it is every so hard to not immediately succumb to the charm of "I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU". AHHH his dumb doggie face reminds me so much of our dogs, I cannot deaaaal.
PEE ESS
apple_scruffer, I am mucho glad that you liked the ~*SUPER SECRET SCHWAG*~ bb! All the best for youuuu, of course! Man, this time the postage service at least fucking finally delivered-- I ADMIT, I WAS PRETTY NERVOUS.