Wait, WHAT?

ENGL2321 Twentieth Century: Modernism and Modernity – 81 DN
HIST2060 (Un)Making the Third World B – The Americas – 65 CR
HIST2511 US and Conflict in the Middle East – 66 CR
POLS2020 Sex, Human Rights & Justice – 75 DN
POLS2048 International Security – 71 CR

How did this happen? I did barely any work, paid very little attention, skipped lots of classes and handed in pretty much everything late (sometimes weeks late). I expected to fail one or two subjects. I am a little disappointed with my International Security mark because that was my favourite subject and I’ve always had Distinctions for Politics but oh well.

ENGL2321 – I attended only Monday’s lectures because I had a clash with History for the Wednesday lectures. I tuned out completely when I was there. I relied on Zig’s notes and my skills at bullshitting to get me through. Mostly I was just there because I had/have a crush on Dr Kate, the lecturer/tutor. HIST2060 – it started off so well, viva la revolucion and all, but then I turned into capitalist scum or something and stopped going to the lectures, and skipped more tutorials than I was allowed to because my tutor was an absolute imbecile and everyone in the tutorial, except Clare, was a moron. HIST2511 – I really, really enjoyed this subject but it was a little on the difficult side. The lecturer’s accent was so amusing. POLS2020 – another subject I enjoyed but found a little difficult, just in a different way. There was a big split between people who were all about the law and people who were all about the principles of human rights, and people like me who wanted to be all Law and Order: SVU about it. I never got to say what I really wanted in tutorials. I handed in my essay, which was worth 60% of the mark, very late and it was just a rant about how prostitutes are just doing a job, which basically had no research behind it. Oh and I pretty much never did the readings and didn’t attend many lectures. POLS2048 – I loved everything about this subject but I was lazy and handed things in late and didn’t focus much. Boo. I hope Dr. Billingsley (he has a Facebook fan page!) will remember good things about me and not this mark because I want to suck up to him for an Honours project.

Either I’m a genius or Arts is too easy. I have my money on the latter.

We need to talk, we need to talk, we need to talk

 

NO PANTS REVOLUTION

 

Yesterday was preeeeeetty rad. Annie and I went to the city where we met up with my Canadian cousin Vlado who is doing the backpacker thing across Australia. I hadn’t seen him for a little while and in that time he has managed to travel through the Gold Coast, Byron Bay and Nimbin and meet some Japanese Rastas who played Bob Marley songs on their guitars. We went to the Glebe Street Fair which was basically impossible to move through because of the crowds. There were a few interesting things but it really wasn’t very exciting. I made Vlado try Easy Way taro milk tea and once he did, he said he would never doubt me again. It is seriously like liquid cake. Soooo good. Then he went back to his hostel because he was sleep-deprived and we headed to Oxford St. I wanted to develop some photos but everything was getting ready to close by then so we went to Hyde Park instead where I read aloud from this fucking hilarious pamphlet I picked up at the Glebe Street Fair – “God’s Guide to Sex”. It’s so good I’ll be writing a separate entry here with my favourite bits from it. Let’s just say that this was one of the conclusions we drew from it…

 

Annie: So you know now what will happen the next time you pick up a joint?

Me: I’m going to have sex afterwards?

 

And they say drugs are bad for you!

 

Then we moved to another part of Hyde Park where there was a Christmas tree and lots of tourists looking really excited about it and taking awkward photos next to it. So I had to do the same… Annie and I came to the conclusion that we are incredibly offensive people and if anyone overheard our conversations, they would hate us. We have to censor a lot in everyday conversations with other people. “Yeah roll up your jeans; that’s attractive.”

 

I showed Kylar a photo of the Luhv Of My Life and he responded with “is that a man?” Bitch.

 

I think I’m getting sick again. My immune system hates me. The plan for this week is: work today; write essay before I fail History; hang out with Aleks and Anita, and also Kylar sometime; dentist and seeing Outrun on Friday; hang out with my sister on Sunday; figure out how to buy my sister a birthday present, my Girl Talk ticket and my Kings of Leon ticket, and pay back Annie for my Prodigy ticket – more shifts at work? Nooooo.

 

& finally…

 

You don’t fuck with The Fuck Whats. The Fuck Whats fuck with you.