~I'm gonna build a house and hide away~

Am I to understand that displaying images isn't frowned upon here the way it is on livejournal, where the slightest hint of an image is generally followed my 'CUT PLZ', 'LJ CUT - LERN U SUM', or, my personal favourite, 'OMG U BORKLE MY FLIST WIT DAT IMG'?

I'm also not sure that it's particularly cool to post two days in a row, but as I'm currently in the throes of a midlife crisis I have an excuse for overcompensating in my attempts to be hip.

Today my patience was tried. That should probably give you enough warning as to the nature of the entry. I woke up thinking it was Saturday. For the most blissful of moments I prepared to go back to sleep, before I heard my dad leaving for work - crap. I had half an hour to get ready. As usual, the heating on the train was broken. Everything was made better by a skinny caramel cappuccino from Starbucks before Ethnomusicology. Mm, guilt-free yet sweet.

Ethnomusicology today was... well, for the last three or four lectures, all we've done is watch a dvd. I wonder what the lecturer is being payed for. Also, annoying mature student needs to stop drawing attention to herself deliberately by asking questions to which the answers are blatantly obvious. If you want an excuse to read out parts of your wonderful lecture notes for the prof. to be impressed with, do it in your own time, please. This video will be played to the end whether you choose to pause and interrupt it or not, and I'm bored with the origins of 'la salsa'.

The next tutorial I had to go to was English Language, in which we were to discuss the pretentious prat we all know as William Wordsworth. And speaking of pretentious prats, the guy who sits beside me needs a slap. He doesn't seem to realise that he won't gain any friends if, when the TA asks a question, he looks smugly at the rest of us before snarking, 'Anyone at all? Oh, well I suppose I will offer an opinion...' before launching into a long, drivelling, ostentatious speech that he clearly rehearsed in his head beforehand. Ugh.

I'm going to end it there. I'm not even getting started on Translink.