In the student newspapers they call this weird affliction "The Week 5 Blues", but to be honest it's more aptly described as "The Week 5 complete-head-fuck". Every term I'm like "Oh ye, it'll be different this term, even though I how have 3 years of experience to the contary" but it always ends up like "Oh ye, I was totally wrong again and I am in DEEP SHIT".
For those who can't imagine what this feels like:
OK, maybe prehaps this:
But I digress.
In a very hypersensitive state, it is generally bad when shit like this happens to you.
<<10 pages of algebra>>
Hang on, wait. The question is fucking wrong isn't it. *Changes 'b' to a 'u'.* *Problem now soluble.*
Oh. Fucking hell rage.
|See that bit that says "High caffeine"? FUCKING GET IN :-) :-) :-)|
|Pretty certain this drawing is wrong as I think rain falls as spherical droplets. But that's not the point. The point is that when it rains I have a fucking wet saddle then spend all day in a mood because I get a wet arse.|
Dear Pedestrians of Cambridge,
See this hard grey thing with cars on? It's called a road. If you walk onto it on some sort of weird pedestrian whim that I cannot fathom in front of my fucking bike, I will want to kill you. At the very least I will want to hit you with a wet fish, even though it's more than you deserve.
*End random ranty aside*
Sorry, just needed to get that out of my system. But anyway, week 5 has it's upshots. Extreme emotional sensitivity means that little things make you really happy. Like animal biscuits.
Also, purple ink. I DO MATHS IN PURPLE INK NOW :-D :-D
*Ends digression into insanity*
Oooo! I have something to say about rowing! I subbed into the CUW blue boat (ooo!) t'other day for a "light session" which included a 12 min piece at 32/34. "Woo!" I thought to myself. "Rowing!" They even flattered me by putting me at 6. Annnnnnnnnnnnd then this happened. (Click for bigger-er)
Finally finally finally a little "Look what I found on the internets!!!!!" bit. Awesome little game here. All you need to know is that it features a bunny on a spacehopper, and broccoli firing a rubber duck though a ring of fire. Well worth a look.
And with that I bid thee good night!