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The fail burns my eyes.
I'm quite a forgiving person. I love discussions, but I don't like fighting or bearing grudges. But the more I think about what people got up to today, the more I feel like setting the uni on fire and watching it burn to the fucking ground.
I've got two group presentations to get done. One's due tomorrow at 10 a.m., the other one is due next Tuesday. I've always made the experience that group presentations are tiring, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
My Thursday presentation group wanted to meet up at 1 p.m. today. I was there at 1:15. The next person to show up did so at 2:30. No one else turned up. We didn't get anything done, because the girl who did turn up hadn't typed her shit up - she'd written it all out on paper. Yeah, that helps a lot, thank you very much. I totally feel like wading through three pages of illegible scribblings so I can type up your keypoints for our presentation.
She then left to work on some audio editing with her other presentation group. A minute later I get a phone call that I should tell them how to hook the audio recorder up to the computer. I had the same problem, sitting there not knowing how to do that. I downloaded the manual from the internet. But I guess that was too much to ask from three media students.
So I go hook up the recorder, and then I sit down to do some rping - because there was fuck all else to do. Ten minutes later one of the girls asks me if she can check her email on my computer. I say sure, alright, and she goes ahead and checks her email. Then she checks facebook, and her her bank account, and then she goes Christmas shopping on fucking Amazon.
We then all go and have our studio class, which should have been going on till 9. We were done by 7, though. I needed to talk to three people about presentation things, but they were all so quick to get out of there, I didn't really get a hold of them. One of them needed to give me his stuff for the Thursday presentation, and while I was booting up my laptop to put it from his stick onto my computer, I was trying to get a hold of the other guys. I turn back around, and the guy is touching my motherfucking laptop. Seriously, does he have a death wish?
Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.
The second guy I was trying to get to give his stuff to me hadn't done it yet and told me he'd send it to me tomorrow morning - when our presentation's at ten. I was like, fuck no you won't, so he's sending it tonight, but he hasn't yet (it's 11 p.m.).
The third guy I needed to talk to I managed to catch on my way back home. He was pissed at me because the third person in our group, stupid girl, never manages to make our meetings and decided going home for five days is more important than getting together our presentation. I got a little pissy with him, but we settled on meeting up tomorrow and doing all the work stupid girl and other girl in our group haven't done. And now I'm sitting here waiting for all those fucking idiots to send me their shit and will probably be busy with this all night when I really would have other, more interesting things to do.
And this is what the Master has to say to this:
I've got two group presentations to get done. One's due tomorrow at 10 a.m., the other one is due next Tuesday. I've always made the experience that group presentations are tiring, but this is taking it to a whole new level.
My Thursday presentation group wanted to meet up at 1 p.m. today. I was there at 1:15. The next person to show up did so at 2:30. No one else turned up. We didn't get anything done, because the girl who did turn up hadn't typed her shit up - she'd written it all out on paper. Yeah, that helps a lot, thank you very much. I totally feel like wading through three pages of illegible scribblings so I can type up your keypoints for our presentation.
She then left to work on some audio editing with her other presentation group. A minute later I get a phone call that I should tell them how to hook the audio recorder up to the computer. I had the same problem, sitting there not knowing how to do that. I downloaded the manual from the internet. But I guess that was too much to ask from three media students.
So I go hook up the recorder, and then I sit down to do some rping - because there was fuck all else to do. Ten minutes later one of the girls asks me if she can check her email on my computer. I say sure, alright, and she goes ahead and checks her email. Then she checks facebook, and her her bank account, and then she goes Christmas shopping on fucking Amazon.
We then all go and have our studio class, which should have been going on till 9. We were done by 7, though. I needed to talk to three people about presentation things, but they were all so quick to get out of there, I didn't really get a hold of them. One of them needed to give me his stuff for the Thursday presentation, and while I was booting up my laptop to put it from his stick onto my computer, I was trying to get a hold of the other guys. I turn back around, and the guy is touching my motherfucking laptop. Seriously, does he have a death wish?
Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.
The second guy I was trying to get to give his stuff to me hadn't done it yet and told me he'd send it to me tomorrow morning - when our presentation's at ten. I was like, fuck no you won't, so he's sending it tonight, but he hasn't yet (it's 11 p.m.).
The third guy I needed to talk to I managed to catch on my way back home. He was pissed at me because the third person in our group, stupid girl, never manages to make our meetings and decided going home for five days is more important than getting together our presentation. I got a little pissy with him, but we settled on meeting up tomorrow and doing all the work stupid girl and other girl in our group haven't done. And now I'm sitting here waiting for all those fucking idiots to send me their shit and will probably be busy with this all night when I really would have other, more interesting things to do.
And this is what the Master has to say to this:
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I should be writing a presentation about sitcoms. Yeah...
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And now I have to actually write that analysis. Not that I don't have a rough draft, but I doubt using the tenth Doctor will impress Doctor P. any.
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Ten has more songs, though, aside from One.
- Handlebars
- Blue
- Your Star [I KNOW ITS EVANESCENCE AND EMO BUT ITS TEN IN MY HEAD OK]
- Help
... I could go on. Lol xD.
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Though, not for a bit, gotta locate headphones. "D
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Your brain might be going "You stupid SOB, your gonna kill us all!"
But your mouth is already saying the conditioned "Sounds good, sir. Where do you want me to stand?"
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*sings seventies pacifist hippie songs*
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I solemnly swear to stay away from any and all jobs that have anything to do with the military. It'll save them as well as myself a lot of headaches.
AND WHAT IS IT WITH THE HP REFERENCES TONIGHT
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But it's totes okay.
(I think you can judge how brain dead by how much upper-middle class teenage American slang I use. This is both amusing and terrifying.)
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IT'S 4AM. I HAD 4 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT. I HAVE A PRESENTATION AT 9.30AM! BRING ON THE PARTY!
/randomosity
And holy fuck we totally pushed this post past 50 comments. Way to go.
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Also, you can totally go to sleep, I honestly would not be offended. I should be working on work anyway.
Although, I ALWAYS do presentations on low sleep. I function best when I procrastinate. My dad and I have this elaborate joke about how I procrastinate like an American-- I tend to procrastinate by working on things that are also important in order to assuage my guilt. (The elaborateness involves America's lack of desire for Imperialism past the whole manifest destiny thing. And Guilt.)
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I'm not tired, is what I'm trying to say.
I procrastinate doing useless things. Mostly those things consist of fucking around on the internet. The internet loves me.
I really want that PROCRASTINATE PROCRASTINATE Dalek icon now.
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See, you procrastinate guiltlessly, which is UNLIKE my procrastination. And thus my dad making fun of me.
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Oh, there's guilt. I've just learned from the best how to repress it. xD
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My mom wants me to repress my guilt, but I decided when I was four and attending her wedding while she was pregnant (not the man she was marrying's kid) that she was not a good role model.
So I act out my guilt by being the sort of person who buys brownies at our Gay Straight alliance's bake sale. And so on.
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That's a good strategy, actually.
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Although, I like your version. I'll use that reason next time!
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