FML

Didn’t know what to write for the title, so FML

I’m seeing this FML thing everywhere, don’t know if its an in joke, or just a new trendy abbreviation.

Anyway,

Nothing much has been happening. Uni, work and sleep.
I jigged my marketing class today, because I cbf’ed the 4 hour break in between. It was a relief today too, all classes have basically finished, and we have STUVAC. (for studying..haha.). and yea, stress will start again soon.

These long journeys on the train to uni have really hit me in the head, and it’s pissing me off. It literally takes for fucking ever to get to uni, and it is the most boringest, dullest three hours of the day, spent on the train. It makes me emo sometimes, just looking out the window, going .. what the fuck am I doing on here and sometimes I just look out the window and think about everything like its a dream, and when I get to my stop, forget everything and go WTF.

This week has been pretty relaxed to be honest. All our assignments are compelted and all classes are finished. I got many of my results back, one of which was my last accounting quiz, which I got a perfect 100. Accounting, I’m averaging a distinction for now, but Marketing, is a bare 55% pass. Although I havent got my Accounting group assignment back, which I honestly think we got like 1/15 for.
BusinessAS assignment is going to kill me. Its a 1200 word essay due in 2 weeks, which I have not even started. I don’t see myself starting it either, but I’ll try. Not a good mix with studying for the final exams.

Work in the weekend was intense. The traffic was quite overboard at the airport (air traffic). And I did the morning shifts, which really buggered me. I wake up to a night basically, because as soon as I step out that door, everything is still dark, and I still can see fucking stars in the sky. It drives me nuts sometimes, but oh well. I wished the snooze button would actually snooze for an extra 3 hours =].

Anyway, thats that.

Lebo’s is whats pissing me off at the moment too. On Sunday after work, at about 11PM, these tryhard Lebanese people, with their double cuts, and their Nike caps worn backwards, walked past this Indian guy and pushed him on the shoulder and whacked him across the head. It was quite empty that night, but I stood there for a bit and nodded my head and walked off. May not have been the smartest thing to do, but its enough for me to start bitching about these mother fuckers. I saw the guy as he came downt he escalators, and he was quite cut, and trembling (the Indian).

But srsly..

Who do these people think they? honestly, Gangster?, Does it make you feel good?. Having your haircuts like that, strutting, swearing every second word, pushing random people, even rolling people. Do you fuckers honestly think we look up to you, or make yourself any higher in this world? NOBODY looks up to you, NOBODY has respect for you, NOBODY thinks your cool, and no idea why you people live like that. Lebanese people are taking over Hurstville, originating from Dougies, but honestly, I like Lebanese people, I like Leb pizza, I respect the lawyers, doctors, and kebab shops. Not you fuckers who think you rule this world. Why don’t you’s do something with your life. Get a job instead of selling drugs. Get some real cash instead of cash you rob. I don’t know, but I can think of alot of things to say to you. This is not racist, as I do love Lebanese people, but just not the ones as described above.

Thats just a random rant that I wanted to get out of my system. Hope it has not offended anyone I know.

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Vic