Jesus fuck! They have gone and made one of the most irresponsible, least approachable, most obnoxious, least respectful and generally fucking moronic gits in college a goddamn tutor.
(Jett, you say I don't swear enough any more? That's just because I haven't had anything good to rant about for ages.)
Why, WHY in God's name, would you make tutor a nitwit who doesn't respect others. Doesn't respect them, their property, their privacy, their space. The sodding bastard thinks nothing of just wandering into someone's room if they're not there and borrowing something. You're going to give him a motherfucking masterkey?? You fuckwits!
AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
Now that I have vented this, I'm off to write a much more eloquent, erudite and hopefully persuasive letter to the (not-much)esteemed principle of this establishment, begging him to regain his sanity and rethink this fucking stupid decision.
Oh, but at least they gave a tutorship to Je. So obviously they had one moment of clarity within their morass of idiocy.
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Sunday, October 28, 2001
Because Shauny has really good ideas a lot of the time, and today I'm stuck for things to blog about: Things that scared me as a child:
1. The concept of things under my bed. I think this stemmed from an episode of Doctor Who (why were kids ever allowed to watch that?) involving giant maggots. I always leapt into my bed from halfway across the room, and lay in the perfect middle, afraid they would reach around the sides and get me.
2. Showers. That came from watching IT at too young an age. (Me and watching things, I dunno...) I would shower with my face-washer over the drain hole. I flooded the bathroom three times before my mother made me stop.
3. Sulpher-crested cockatoos. I got bitten by one as a young child. It hurt. Now, I just hate the pernicious motherfuckers.
4. Brussel Sprouts. Someone told me they had cyanide in them, and for a while I was convinced my mother was trying to kill me.
5. Cockroaches. Some things you just never get over, I guess.
I'm not really as interesting as Shauny. Oh well, I can try.
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I can't figure out if my pants have somehow got bigger, or if I just woke up thin this morning. I seem to be showing a highly unhealthy amount of midriff. I didn't even know it went down that far.
Today in brief: too much reading of novel. It is now finished. Third book by Jennifer Fallon - Harshini, it's called. Highly readable. Immensely readable. Not brilliant. Before this novel I wouldn't even have said very good. This concluding volume to the trilogy was, I think, better than the preceding too. Everything matured, came to fruition. It was more considered, I think, and much more interesting for it. Not counting, of course, the errors where the minutiae of expression had been overlooked in the rush to get it to the publishers. But for once the relations sorting themselves out in a non-linear fashion really, really worked for me. I felt immense satisfaction. Job well-done there, Ms Fallon. Plus the growth of R'Shiel was excellent.
More about today: Daylight saving. Stupid bloody idea. I needed that hour. Of course, I get in back in March, April, whenever, but who needs a fucking hour in March? Honestly.
In conclusion: Fnord.
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