Failcake

SO, yesterday I was in such a state of anger that, had I blogged, I would have just ranted on and on about how my Linguistics class is a waste of my time and my parents money. She spent 25 minutes yesterday going around the room and asking everyone if they agreed to email their group-mates if they couldn't make their meeting. By what time is it acceptable to email? What if they don't check their email? Will everyone message back? Is texting appropriate? What if you get in a fight?


THIS IS RIDICULOUS. WE ARE TWENTY YEARS OLD. WE KNOW HOW TO GET IN TOUCH WITH EACH OTHER.


this was my face:

not amused, guys. seriously. hate. that. class.

Today will be better. Woke up early and read some of D.H. Lawrence's Sons and Lovers. Its probably the most entertaining book I've had to read this semester. Its about a coal-mining father whose abusive, so his wife and all his kids hate him, only it takes that and makes it oddly... hilarious. Like, the father break his leg in the mine, and everyone's like, Yay! Now the house will be peaceful!! and the wife is all like, go figure, he would break his leg just so I would have to take care of him and give him a bit of attention.

See, people did love to poke fun at dysfunctional families before t.v. shows like Modern family.