Daryl did a favour for everyone's dangerously overworked brains today by doing some sleuthing and coming back with some seriously hilarious results. At the end of today's econs lecture, he declared that the lecturer had said a total of 228 'kays' in that single 50 minute period. Awesome stuff. I'll get a picture of the page in his pocket book which is almost completely covered in tallys.
PW is killing me. It's like...some union workhouse thingy. With people sitting and staring so hard at PY's computer monitor. All. Day. Long. If you were wondering, non-living things aren't spared either. All my Saturdays for the past few weeks have been devoted to slaving away at PY's house doing our scarily-surely-overdue WR. We haven't even touched his xbox in ages. Which is kind of evidence of the situation we're in. Which is bad.
And because it's the entire Saturday that's used up, there's no time left to do my art prep. Which really really sucks. Prep is a time-consuming thing. Tell me how it's possible do a charcoal drawing in 3 hours. It's not like a math tutorial (sorry to burst your bubble, fuzzy. no hard feelings) where you can, um, skim over some parts when you're pressed for time.
Or if you're lazy.
