Ok, so im well aware that my amazing comedic introduction didn't quite tie in with my more recent emokid posts- whatever. We all have our emo days, that was how I handled mine. Moving onnnn.
Here goes my take on the first week back at college
Specialisation time, finally I see the people I'm to spend the next two and a bit years with. Unfortunately, this means breaking up the Council of Elders, ie. my previous group of people. No worries, however, this group of infidels will have to suffice.
On to our first brief (that took long didn't it?)- Stand up Comedy. Yay. Every Muslim parents dream, their son telling jokes in front of a group of scantily clad strangers. Fortunately, my rents were cool with the whole Material vibe- Great Success!
Half an hour into the bliss of Copy, the door opens and I die a bit inside. My days just got a whole lot worse. I give it two days before I lose my shit (see what I did there?). Within 30 seconds, the bane of my existance is describing how she fed bucks with her mouth. If only she'd fed a lion with her head. Anyway, claws back in, moving on...
As I watch Brendan describe how he plans to enslave us, I wonder how he has so much of energy. Maybe its those tiny portions of food?
On the whole, copy doesn't look bad. In fact, give me a shotgun with just one bullet and it'll be perfect.
Creative is back (yay :O) and we have yet another brief which I don't understand. I just pray that this semesters class isn't full of Dali's who make me look as talented as a lump of tuna, and that for once Alexa doesn't seem to hate my work. She still owes me a chocolate.
Brand Strat Lundi is once again talking about Brands- I'll get the notes from the server the week before exams, and to my utter despair we've lost Steve.
Maybe our new lecturer will also be a hairy ass bike riding alpha male?
Yeah, cough....
Digital Media with Luc. My life is complete. At least it was until half an hour into the lesson, when in the midst of me wondering what on earth this lecturer is on, the door opens and I mentally kill myself. Again. Dot dot dot. This child of satan in my lectures is gonna make me a murderer.
Copy Tuts on Thursday!!!! The most retarded group of people ever assembled? Possible. I'll be extremely surprised if I don't puncture a lung laughing.
However, even the bliss of a day without a certain someone was screwed up by that same person sticking their head into my class before making one of the dumbest statements ever uttered by a human in the history of mankind. I literally drive my head into a wall- you had to be there.
Friday yeah, and Brand Strat was ummm. amazing? yeah...
As of tomorrow, fasting starts. So I'd like to end this post with a request for patience and understanding, should you fail to comply I shall stab you in the eye ( prays to god that someone*** fails to comply) Remember, we can't eat, drink or brush our teeth. I WILL be grumpy. That is all.
So ends my take on week one
Peace
Here goes my take on the first week back at college
Specialisation time, finally I see the people I'm to spend the next two and a bit years with. Unfortunately, this means breaking up the Council of Elders, ie. my previous group of people. No worries, however, this group of infidels will have to suffice.
On to our first brief (that took long didn't it?)- Stand up Comedy. Yay. Every Muslim parents dream, their son telling jokes in front of a group of scantily clad strangers. Fortunately, my rents were cool with the whole Material vibe- Great Success!
Half an hour into the bliss of Copy, the door opens and I die a bit inside. My days just got a whole lot worse. I give it two days before I lose my shit (see what I did there?). Within 30 seconds, the bane of my existance is describing how she fed bucks with her mouth. If only she'd fed a lion with her head. Anyway, claws back in, moving on...
As I watch Brendan describe how he plans to enslave us, I wonder how he has so much of energy. Maybe its those tiny portions of food?
On the whole, copy doesn't look bad. In fact, give me a shotgun with just one bullet and it'll be perfect.
Creative is back (yay :O) and we have yet another brief which I don't understand. I just pray that this semesters class isn't full of Dali's who make me look as talented as a lump of tuna, and that for once Alexa doesn't seem to hate my work. She still owes me a chocolate.
Brand Strat Lundi is once again talking about Brands- I'll get the notes from the server the week before exams, and to my utter despair we've lost Steve.
Maybe our new lecturer will also be a hairy ass bike riding alpha male?
Yeah, cough....
Digital Media with Luc. My life is complete. At least it was until half an hour into the lesson, when in the midst of me wondering what on earth this lecturer is on, the door opens and I mentally kill myself. Again. Dot dot dot. This child of satan in my lectures is gonna make me a murderer.
Copy Tuts on Thursday!!!! The most retarded group of people ever assembled? Possible. I'll be extremely surprised if I don't puncture a lung laughing.
However, even the bliss of a day without a certain someone was screwed up by that same person sticking their head into my class before making one of the dumbest statements ever uttered by a human in the history of mankind. I literally drive my head into a wall- you had to be there.
Friday yeah, and Brand Strat was ummm. amazing? yeah...
As of tomorrow, fasting starts. So I'd like to end this post with a request for patience and understanding, should you fail to comply I shall stab you in the eye ( prays to god that someone*** fails to comply) Remember, we can't eat, drink or brush our teeth. I WILL be grumpy. That is all.
So ends my take on week one
Peace
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