Exams Incoming!!!! Fire in the Hole!!!

no, i'm not mad. i'm just tired. after the past few days of camping in uni doing my revision, i'm sorely tempted to throw my files and folders of notes into a bonfire. really. it's getting monotonous and annoying to have to wake up everyday with the thought that, "SHIT! fucking finals.."

my temper has been a little short, my moods swing like a freaking, well, swing... my eyebags are so prominant, it's scary. my highlighters have never done so much work, one expired today and made a one way trip to the bin. nick and i have been trying to fit in "us" time in this busy busy schedule. but a few stolen kisses aren't doing the trick. i want a full blown date, but both of us realise the cruelty known as exams. damn cursed thing.

other than that super duper cheerful note, i have discovered the ugly side of monash uni students who are utter fucks. these particular shit assholes are known as pigs, or hogs, in a more recognisable term. the uni, trying to make up for this God awful time, opens up the classrooms for the students to use till 12 am everyday. some assholes think it's funny to hog a room from 8am to 12 am. like, hello?!?! what the fuck do you think you're doing?!

today, we had the unfortunate event of being "shooed" from C1.1. so, being the adaptive university students we were (we consisting of jeff, eugene, nick and i), peeked around the TRs. TR 2 had a rather smelly african guy (no offence. he smelt sickly sweet) so we moved onto TR 3. i would like to think of the events that followed the next few minutes the battle of The Sow Vs. The Students... as we reached for the front door, we were greeted, in terrible english, "Don't trouble". obviously, the person thinks that it's a proper command. "Don't trouble"? what the hell are you supposed to mean?! hello?!?! you're studying in a university that has to use english on a freaking daily basis. ok, i digress...

so anyhow, facing that, we turn the handle so as not to "trouble" the occupant inside... SHOCK AND HORRORS!!! IT'S LOCKED?!?!?! what do bitchy and snarky people like me do? hammer on the door. jeff, being the hero he is, went to the back door and started kicking it (needless to say, it was locked). through this time, i thought there maybe a group of people in there, but no... this sour looking pig-faced-sow comes stomping to the door and unlocks it glaring as menacingly as she can at 3 tall guys brushing by her like she's dirt and one very irrate female (me!).

when we got in, i realised that this happy little camper had brought her books, food, water and shit with her into the damn room. so not heeding worthless people, we began to rearrange the tables as jeff chanted "power outlet... where's a power outlet?" throughout this time, our wonderful little room mate covered her ears dramatically and huffed as she tried to study her work. the worst thing about this all is that this little bitch is a ACCA student, which is equivalent to her being a SUNWAY student. so what the flying fuck is she doing locking MONASH classrooms and pretending that she even has a bloody right to be there?!

after we settled down, we began to study. there were little whispers and chuckles coming from our corner and jeff decided to switch on the AC. the room was damn stuffy mind you. the minute dear jeff did so, Ms. Bitch turned around with a look of absolute horror and hugged herself to beat off the, then, non-existant cold. i snorted and began my revision. sue ann and melanie came in a short while after, and again, began rearranging tables and discussing what to put where... lovely little housemakers, them. through this all, Ms. Hogger, must have thought that our less than 10 decible activities were too loud for her sensitive ears and got up in a little huff with her notes and stormed out. nick and i giggled madly as she left.

10 to 15 minutes after that, she walks in with a brilliant smile on her piggy face and begins packing up her things. she makes a big show, to no one in particular by slamming her remaining notes into her folder and huffing as she tidied up her stuff. waltzing out, she had a look of a piggy that had found a new place to hog. as the door shut behind her, nick and i gave a high 5 to each other and burst out in laughter. melanie "hrmph"ed and said something along the lines to good riddance or somewhat. so in conclusion, what do we learn?

the top 3 ways to get rid of an unwanted person in a room is to:

3. Talk about exercise regimes and get really excited about comparing pics of yourself half naked
2. Talk about gay sex
1. Smell sickly sweet and show no chance that you're leaving

oh, to get rid of hogger, just flaunt in their face that you got in, and you ain't going no where!