Say whaaaat??

WOOHOO! I just FLUNKED my Comparative Literature midterm exam!XD Way to go idiot! YAY! I finally failed an exam! HAPPINESS!XD

Frankly.

BLAAAAAAAAST! It was just TWO effing essay questions. READ MY CRACKED CHAPPED LIPS: ESSAY QUESTIONS which of course involve extensive brainstorming (especially when you're struck flabbergasted just what the hell the seemingly innocuous question is all about), organization of desultory ideas, and the process of scrawling these half-baked ideas itself in blistering rapid-fire speed engraving the words right through the thickness of the blue book itself. Good lord my brain is so SABAW right now I can't even concretize just what the frick's gyrating in my head. And for the love of sweet little cuddly kittens, both of my Pilot G-Tech and water resistant Artline drawing pen DIED in the heat of my furious bullet-speed cacography as I grappled with the flood of my thoughts (hence, the omitted words and grammatical errors) and the flow of the ink thus leaving sporadically-inked words swimming in senseless spates of vacuity on the leaf of the blue book so resorted to my handy Staedtler mechanical pencil instead when HOLY FLYING SODOMIZING MORONS the inscription was so LIGHT I didn't even realize I wasn't writing anything at all.XP GAAAAAAAAAAH what a harebrained spastic dimwitted flibbertigibbet I swear.

That is my problem: I suck in writing with a pen. Hand me a keyboard and I'll even print my convoluted essays for you. (Given the keyboard comes with a monitor, cpu, mouse, printer, avr, fax, speakers, microphone, camera, and T3 internet connection to begin with.XP)

And the question dude, the first could even be alluded to having to analyze a movie's characters, plot, context, etcetera, when all of a sudden it's asking bout the angle and perspective of the lens blurring, focusing, zooming in and out before the viewers. Well, course, short stories are NOT movies but having to face the most unexpected and least discussed question at the verge of pounding time pressure and adrenaline rush left me groping for my brain cells which inadvertently relocated into my rectum for the first thirty minutes or so, couldn't even decide which THREE effing short stories to compare and contrast without even having an idea what their stupid points of view are and what its effects are had they been written in another perspective. Right before the concrete vision of failure materializing on my sweat-drenched writhing paper the sub croaked the time left and figured I only have FIVE FUCKING MINUTES for the second question. WTF dude. WTF.

Or maybe I'm just BOBO. Hurrah.XD Jebesus Christi Holy Santissima, I SO suck in essay writing.X0 I mean, what's the point of time pressure when we're all expected to write vacuous last minute ideas in the first place?? Guess that defeats the pointlessness of exams to begin with.XP But so what. BLAST. Gaddemnetowetall. BLAST IT.

Moving on.:D

Then prior to that exam there was this presentation this morning about the portrayal of masculinity in the Chinua Achebe's novel Things Fall Apart which I had spent the WHOLE NIGHT WITHOUT A WINK OF SLEEP when all the credit went to my groupmate who read my supposed report ENTOTO straight from the visuals without even supplying her own fucking conclusions. I swear to god I was going to strangulate her right in the middle of the presentation when she slipped into this cherubic face with a glint of diabolical hysteria followed by the teacher's "Alright, good," remark realizing she had already finished robotically reciting the whole bloody goddamn report in front of everybody. I was unutterably consumed in fervid rage my body stammered to move and my mouth froze in complete stupefaction that I didn't even mutter a word until I reached home five minutes ago.

Hooooooooooo. Lovely day.:D

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