Lines of my life

Clockwise from the bottom:

the line for dinner at the Hall vs Village Soccer match*

the line at the MVR**

the line at Unibooks.

*we won.

and also, why were the Village People eating our dinner? They don't get dinner. We get dinner. This was our only dinner, so why were they eating it?

**see: the post I'm about to write about the MVR.

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

The trailer for POTC3. Looks awesome, can't wait.

House

Posted this before but then it refused to work and since it's my faaaavourite scene from House ever, here it is again.

She shoots! She...misses a lot!

I played basketball with the Smelly Boy crowd today.

I really have mixed feelings about playing with boys, as I know they have about me playing with them.

Smelly Boys: Really it's ok if a girl is there to make up the numbers, otherwise you can go sit on the sidelines. No, not there, you're kind in the way of our awesomeness. And you better bring some of your own if you're gonna play with us. But you can't look like you're trying cos we are too kool for school with our mad skillz.

Me: Oh my god please don't pass me the ball too hard. I'm not here don't look at me. Yeah I can guard these three seven-foot guys all on my own. DUDE! I'M WIDE OPEN HERE! STILL OP-Oh my god, now I have to shoot it. FRICK! The chick with the miss. Ok, now you're kinda justified in not passing it to me. But for the love of god, PASS THE DAMN BALL. You missed. Get the rebound, pass it to me, I'm actually cutting here - THE CHICK WITH THE LAYUP - SHE SHOOTS! SHE SCORES!!! Blah blah blah cherry picking. Next goal wins. How cool would it be if I got it. Really cool considering I'm not even down that end of the court. Guys you missed! Now I have to play defence. The hell? Ha! He missed too. Ok, I'm coming. Dude you passed to me? Ok, guess I'll shoot since I'm WIDE OPEN. AGAIN. She scores! We win!!!

Smelly Boys: Man we rock. And PS don't think you can do this all the time. We need our manly game. You're bringing down the tone of the neighbourhood here.

Computer maintenance in one easy lesson

Step One: Bitch and moan about how your computer cd drive is not working and you want to watch Veronica Mars even though you already have, and Scrubs which you saved til you got back to uni and had essays to write, and Grey's Anatomy because why in the hell did you decide to wait til it actually came on tv to watch it when you have the damn episodes on dvd. (Carla is awesome.)

Step Two: Decide that you will get the computer fixed. It will be taken away to a scary repair place and fixed. Make sure you talk about this within the computer's hearing.

Step Three (the vitally important step): Lend alllllll of your Grey's and VM and Scrubs dvds to random friends at the Hall so you have nothing to watch supposing your computer magically decides to work.

STEP FOUR: THE COMPUTER MAGICALLY DECIDES TO WORK (and you have nothing to watch).

Cool hey.

Guess What?!

Where the internet interrupts with the details.

The boys leave in exactly ONE MONTH. I am so sad.

They what? Oh, fine.

Ok. Guess What?!

The boys get here in TWO WEEKS!!! I am sooooo excited. And you should be too.

Body Image

Ok, so, (note to self: need to stop beginning posts that way) a while ago I was going to write a post about how much I haven't exercised lately and how skywalker weighs ten whole kilos less than me, even though he's like a foot taller (sw: yes I said it, go ahead and gloat) and how when I got my cute little reward chart and my Bear Hunt book sent to me, I would start an exercise regime.

And then Tiffany published this post about her body and how she's feeling and blah blah blah.

So now I don't think I can do mine.

Because really? No-one in their right mind who wasn't in the throes of anorexia - and is anorexia a mental thing now? cos that doesn't really work. and unless they were anorexics with a conversation policy... ok it doesn't work. Point is: I'm not fat. I am reasonably tall and with a slim to average build.

However.

I have put on weight. I have not exercised.

Yes, I did run around on the back court in bare feet. Good of you to notice.

But I am very very unfit and I want to make the SAAUCC basketball team and I really don't like the way I am filling out that one pair of jeans. So I decided to exercise. I did exercise. I played ball. I looked like a basketball player.

{Boys, press 4 now*}

*On our phones, 4 is the delete button, so when there's a message about a particular group, they say, "This message is for body-image-obsessed girls; everyone else can Press Four Now." So boys, you can scroll down, everyone else can click the cute little link below.

Oh my god the pain. I did full-court layups, right and left hands. Then I shot around for a bit before trying some moves from the foul line. THE PAIN. Then I made myself shoot five free throws (I got three, in case you're wondering) and let myself hold the basketball to my stomach and lamely limp up to room. The STAIRS oh my lord.

Then I lay down on my bed (on my towel on my bed) and sweated and shook and curled up and willed the pain to go away.

And this is why I will never be a top athlete. For a week out of every month, my training (such as it is or ever may be) will go to shit, and so will my fitness.

I am resolved to keep trying, because basically? I do not want to buy anything above a Size 10(ok, 12) in shorts and a size 8/10 in tops. I am vain, I am skinny, and that's how it is going to stay.

The laziest (and longest) post EVER

Ok, so everyone else is doing it, so why can't I?
And also, I figured out how to roll up the things on my sidebar.
AND I rolled up the incredibly long list of the things I want the boys to bring me which was very very complicated and difficult for someone like me who doesn't know things like that. (LMC, are you listening?)

So yes. I was on msn last night. I was talking to LMC and Carla and then Helena was on there too.
Unfortunately LMC exited the conversation before I had a chance to save it so you don't get to read it. (Ok, her leaving doesn't close mine. It just makes me go, "Well fine. Fuck you. X this, bitch" and close the window. So yeah.)

Here we go.
PART ONE, IN WHICH WE FIGHT OVER JAKE GYLLENHALL AND DECIDE WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH

My personal message thing says ""Boys are stupid." "I'm with you so far..."" which is from House which some people would know if they got to watch it.

carlabalalablahblah says: boys are SO not stupid
carlabalalablahblah says: ok, some are
carlabalalablahblah says: like the Darwin ones

MissE says: and the adelaide ones

carlabalalablahblah says: but then jake gylenhaal comes along and you're all " i hope i was created from your rib so we can forever be connected

MissE says: i didnt realise jake gylenhaal was in darwin and that you two were so close
MissE says: and if i did, i would still think theyre stupid because HE SHOULD BE DOWN HERE DAMMIT

carlabalalablahblah says: HEY BACK OFF I SAW HIM FIRST HE'S MINE
carlabalalablahblah says: I'M 3 DAYS OLDER SO THAT MEANS HE AUTOMATICALLY COMES TO ME

MissE says: um no, you've lived a full life, i should get my chance at happiness
MissE says: BITCH

carlabalalablahblah says: hey Hey HEY respect your elders

MissE says: [a little icon thingie that flashes "Whatever" and "Minger".]
MissE says: ok can we move on now that we've decided he's mine

carlabalalablahblah says: do you know what a minger is

MissE says: yes its english and i was there

carlabalalablahblah says: what is it just so i'm clear since its english and you were there
carlabalalablahblah says: and he's mine

MissE says: yeah no idea
MissE says: its like... mingerish

carlabalalablahblah says: um ok

MissE says: and like hell

PART TWO, IN WHICH WE DISCUSS THE WEATHER, AND DECIDE WE REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH

MissE says: i saw michael today

carlabalalablahblah says: hhh... what happened

MissE says: nothing
MissE says: it was very anti-climactic

carlabalalablahblah says: really
carlabalalablahblah says: what a let down

MissE says: how are you classes blah blah blah

carlabalalablahblah says: my comp doesn't nudge anymore send me a nudge

MissE says: you have no feelings

carlabalalablahblah says: i know I don't, but what about you'

MissE says: and i had none
MissE says: told you, boring

carlabalalablahblah says: really its over the up-in-the-air will they won't they thing is over already
carlabalalablahblah says: anti-climatic

MissE says: sorry i cant create some drama for you
MissE says: means you're against the weather

carlabalalablahblah says: what oh wait, is it anti-climactic really i left ONE letter out and you go all english lecture on me
carlabalalablahblah says: GOD@

MissE says: i always said anticlimatic but joan of arcadia told me i was wrong

carlabalalablahblah says: DUDE. please tell me you don't watch that crap
carlabalalablahblah says: you watch every re-run dontcha

MissE says: there are reruns?

carlabalalablahblah says: i don't know, i can only assume. STOP IT! you are not watching anymore joan of arcadia!

PART THREE, IN WHICH I BITCH ABOUT HELENA AND WE DECIDE TO TAKE OVER THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING WORLD

MissE says: awww
MissE says: helena has a boyfriend
MissE says: i should go see michael

carlabalalablahblah says: really go helena
carlabalalablahblah says: do you still like him

MissE says: no we're not really liking helena at the moment, try to keep up
MissE says: oops i didnt tell her about michael

carlabalalablahblah says: why are we not liking helena
carlabalalablahblah says: i don't remember us not liking helena

MissE says: hmm i cant really remember

carlabalalablahblah says: LOL

MissE says: oh yes, she ditched us in town one night
MissE says: and im a bitch

carlabalalablahblah says: ahh, yes, i like your logic. prime minister, why are we sanctioning new zealand i can't remember. and because i'm a bitch with a long memory

PART FOUR, IN WHICH WE PLAY UNO AND ARE INCREDIBLY MATURE

MissE says: and she's moving here!
MissE says: to my city!
MissE says: and also, are you TRYING to use up all my download that i just spent hard-centrelinked money on?
MissE says: UNO!

carlabalalablahblah says: AH

MissE says: what does challenge uno mean?

carlabalalablahblah says: no idea but i got one left t.

MissE says: biiiiitch

carlabalalablahblah says: I WON

carlabalalablahblah just sent you a nudge.

MissE says: dude i am aware of that

carlabalalablahblah says: aware of what that i won really

MissE says: yes really
MissE says: i want you next to me so i can make you DRAW FOUR
MissE says: UNO!!!!

carlabalalablahblah says: t bad you CAN'T

MissE says: [insert some icon thing here that I can't remember what it was but I don't think Carla liked it.]

carlabalalablahblah says: bitch

MissE says: hey guess what?!
MissE says: I WON!!!
MissE says: and also?
MissE says: i need to pee
MissE says: [insert the cutest icon EVER which basically says don't go away.]

carlabalalablahblah says: i might go somewhere
carlabalalablahblah says: i'll make that decision

MissE says: no you wont you're not the boss of...you!

carlabalalablahblah says: nuh-uh

MissE says: uh-huh!

carlabalalablahblah says: nuh-uh

MissE says: yeah-huh!

carlabalalablahblah says: thanks buddy

MissE says: green is good
MissE says: heeee! [as we find out what the Challenge Uno thing does.]

carlabalalablahblah says: WHY
carlabalalablahblah says: ha

MissE says: did you call uno?
MissE says: HA!

carlabalalablahblah says: BIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTCCHHHHHHH

So yes, that is the end. By which point you're all rolling your eyes and going, "Dude, we read through all of that crap, and for what? Why didn't she just roll it all up since she's so proud of her new skill and then we wouldn't have to read about her INCREDIBLE VICTORY AT MSN UNO. That's right."

MissE says: file
MissE says: save
MissE says: aaaand..
MissE says: exit!

FRIIIICCKKK!!! I don't want "Read The Rest" on every fucking page. No!!! Frick frick FRICK!

This is your brain on drugs

After formal dinner (you know, the one that was so formal we wore bikinis? Yeah, that one. Anyway...) I had many many people convinced that I was drunk off my face. (Dad: I wasn't.)

Anyway, this is me today:



And this is why:

Yes it rained! RAAAAAINED!!!

It was very exciting. And it involved a lot of jumping and spinning and dancing and singing of Hilary Duff's "Let The Rain Fall Down." I'm pretty sure that's not what it's actually called but that's the only bit I know and sing at the top of my voice in a thunderstorm so that is what we're going to call it. Okay? Great.

And this is my hair post-It's Raining! Dance:

Note to self: should always have hair photographed from the angle that makes it look three feet long. Although what's with those bit of random colour? Did I do that?

In conclusion, if they could package water and have it spray down on you like rain (a what? oh a 'shower' you say. it'll never catch on) I would save A LOT on alcohol and maybe they could get all the drug addicts hooked on it too. Seriously.

Overheard at uni today

Ok, so I had a list of things to write about written on my hand when I got back to my room today. Then I washed my hand and the list looked like this:

• grades
• vailoan
• pen
• ja_n__eng
• parents

Right. Well. We'll see how much I actually have to talk about.

***

Suit Guy from the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade: And we really look very strongly at your grades. If you don't have the high marks we're looking for...

Me: So maybe you should run these career-type seminars at a time that is not when uni students are meant to be in class or perhaps writing essays worth forty per cent of their final grades.

The British Diaspora lecturer who has a big problem with the computer projector technology but is learning something new every week: When the English were colonising America, they sent a small contingent over. An Englishman named John Smith named it New England.

Seriously, I would have thought this would have been one of those cases where a parent with a bizarrely spelt or pronounced name christens their child Mary or something. But, y'know, in reverse. Cos honestly? John Smith? Who names their kid that? And New England? Why not call it Smithtown or something. Ok, that's not that much more interesting but we can work on it. At least you get a little personal credit. It's not a name that's not just like the old one. Even better, you should make up something new, like ... Australia. Cos y'know there's no-one here, so terra australis ... Australia. It's different, it's catchy. Wasn't it supposed to be the New World or something. New name, fellas, that's all I'm saying.

The British Diaspora lecturer who has a big problem with the computer projector technology but is learning something new every week: And sometimes they went due to pressure from parents or inlaws or other negative forces.

Hee! Parents are negative forces! Heee!

And I need a new pen.

*And, obviously, I have no idea what that vailoan thing was supposed to be. I'm sure it was hilariously funny.

Things You Learn At Uni

Lesson #4645:

Do not play basketball on the back court in bare feet.

I have spoken

Swimming

Well, would you look at that.

It works!

As you can tell (or maybe not) we just had SAAUCC swimming. A much bigger crowd turned out than came to watch the tennis, and (the Flinders part of it) was rewarded.

The Flinders Uni Hall Sharks came second! Woohoo!!!

And of course, me and my pretty camera took lots of pics, and this site can make pretty little photo boxy collage things, so there you have it - instant post.

I have a new template

It looks a lot like the old one.

But it's fat.

I was sick of only being able to post one picture on a row which made my picture posts very very long indeed.

So. New template.

Also, this site is very cool if you want to look at colours and whatnot.

The #1 Reason Why We Live At The Hall

I was very good the other day: I woke up in time for breakfast and made myself a healthy salad roll for lunch. (As opposed to the other other day when I slept in. A lot.)

Then I went back to room, at around 9:50, and read a book. My class was at eleven, and eleven take nine is two, so I had two hours to read. Right? And no, it wasn't even a uni book, it was a trashy novel.

Which I finished.

Then, I looked at my clock to see whether I had time to go on the net and read everyone's blogs. Unfortunately not.

10:43!

HOLY SHIT!!!

Clean teeth, get dressed, pack books for class. Go!

From my room up up up to the very very very top of the uni (Social Sciences South) with two minutes to spare.

Sometimes I love the Hall.

Blog Pimping

Hey I'm helping blogger to take over the world!

Ok, I'm not saying it was all me, but LMC now has a blog. So if you want to read about drunken nights in Lebanon, off you go!

P.S. Members of my immediate family, maybe don't go there. Cheers.

Random Pics

Random pics from Darwin:

Lake Bennett

The wharf

Fish'n'chips at the beach

Territory Wildlife Park

An Open Letter to Channel 7

Dear Channel 7,

You know I love you. Ok, there's that little thing where I abandon you on Wednesdays for a little while, but apart from that, it's all you baby.

I remember how excited we were when we got you up in Darwin for the first time. Good times in the hick town. We were obsessed with you, you were just so amazing and generous to come visit us in our little ole town.

And now! You've picked up Ugly Betty which was, by all accounts, going to be one of the best new shows on TV this year. As well as Heroes. And it looks like the predictions of both were pretty correct.

And so, it is these two shows I'd like to discuss with you.

As we all know, I am a little busy on Wednesday at 8:30. I'd appreciate it if you moved Heroes to 9:30 so I could go back to having Wednesdays as my TV night and to hell with the reading for my Thursday morning tut.

And the main event: Grey's on Sunday just does not work for me.

Despite the fact that, yes (Carla is awesome) I have all these episdoes on DVD, my computer is (still) not working so well with the CDs. Therefore, I am staying faithful to you. So you need to work with me here.

Sunday is Movie Night. The House Committee seems to be fairly immovable on this point, so it's going to have to be you, my one true love, who makes the sacrifices in this relationship.

We knew Grey's on Monday. We loooved Grey's on Monday.

Grey's on Sunday? Utter crap.

I look forward to you rearranging your programming schedule for my convenience.

Love,
Missy.

Asshat Adelaide Drivers

I was brought up to believe in the general suckiness of Adelaide drivers. "Pfft, Adelaide drivers," was commonly heard in scathing tones.

Since I've been here, (and been forced to dride with these lower-class road-users) I haven't really found them to be that bad.

I like the slow speed of their traffic-jams, and as long as I don't fall in a manhole-cover or in between train tracks, it's all good.

However.

You guys seem to see me even if I'm in the middle of lots and lots of traffic. I've even noticed that a lot of you give me lots of room if you're directly behind me. I appreciate this. I get appreciative looks, but that's cos I'm hot and the Scarlet Lady is just so. damn. cute!

However.

The jackass who decided to pull out in front of me, from a complete stop, and chuck a Uey, taking up all of my lane, as I was heading towards him going fifty-five ks an hour, give or take a few, (or maybe it was half a three-point-turn, or almost a park, I really couldn't tell, what with the, "He's not going is he? Oh my god he's going! Why the fuck is he going?! I'M RIGHT HERE! OH GOD OHGODOHGODBRAKEBRAKEBRAKE!!!" and all) has made me rethink my rethought stance on Adelaide drivers.

My new stance is this: I'm here dammit! You better recognize.

SAUCC Tennis

It's not such a grand old flag, as Flinders appears to suck at sports, at least compared to the other colleges who have five grass courts, their own spanking new gym/workout room, and students whose parents will donate a court for the fun of it.

Flinders vs Lincoln. Or St Anns. Or Aquinas. I don't know who's which. St Marks is green right? No? That's St Anns. Ok then.

Pretty old buildings.

Pretty hot tennis players.

But if that gets boring, let's go tree-climbing!

What? Don't look at me like that.

Anyway, it was a fun day, the first SAUCC sport of the year, and my first appearance at one, ever. Yay me. And yay all the people who played, you were great. And yay some of the hot guys from other colleges. Can't wait for SAUCC Pub Crawl!

The blogs are alive with the sound of music

Jen tagged me.

So I went through allll the songs on my computer and made a new playlist of the ones I wanted to tell y'all about. It was 2.7 hours long and contained 44 songs. And I was thinking you probably didn't really want to wade through that many songs, even if they were all awesome choices. So I put them into helpful categories for you. What? You wanted less to read, not more? Sorry buddy, you came to the wrong place.

CURRENT FAVS:

Veronica - Elvis Costello and Paul McCartney
Light Surrounding You - Evermore
How To Save A Life - The Fray
I Hear The Bells - Mike Doughty
We Used To Be Friends - Dandy Warhols

Heehee! I can connect three out of five of them to Veronica Mars.

OTHER RECENTISH SONGS:

Forever Young - Youth Group

Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright

Set The Record Straight - Reef

I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden
Angel Is A Centrefold - J Geils Band

Anything For You - Lee Harding
I Play Chicken - Cowboy Troy
Jericho - Hilary Duff
No Scrubs - TLC
Ordinary Girl - from 'Clueless'
Boys of Summer - DJ Sammy
Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

I could have done more Savage Garden. If you want...? No? Ok. No Scrubs is in there cos when I was in yr 11 or 12, my best friend and I used to drive around in her aqua-coloured little jeepy thing - I was on the 'passenger side of my best friend's ride'... get it? Don't email me about Hilary Duff.

INSTRUMENTAL:

Baba O'Riley - The Who
Ballade Pour Adeline - Richard Clayderman
1812 Overture - Tchaikovsky
Chariots of Fire - Vangelis

They're part of my 'essay-writing' playlist. They make the words flow.

PUB SONGS:

Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynard Skynard
Holy Grail - Hunters and Collectors

CLASSICS:

Happy Christmas (War Is Over) - John Lennon
Give Me The Beat Boys - Bob Segar

Sloop John B - Beach Boys

Twist and Shout - The Beatles

Cats In The Cradle - Cat Stevens

We Will Rock You - Queen

Paradise By A Dashboard Light - Meatloaf

Save The Last Dance For Me - The Drifters

Fernando - ABBA

Shut Down - Beach Boys

Or 'Old Songs' if you like.

RANTY SONGS:

Download This Song - MC Lars
American Idiot - Greenday
Spare Me The Details - The Offspring

OTHER WEIRD SONGS:

Barbie Girl - Aqua
Basketball - Lil Bow Wow
I Am Australian - The Seekers

KSA SONGS:

Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations
Chariot - Gavin deGraw
Redneck Woman - Gretchen Wilson

MOVIE SONGS:

Elephant Love Medley - Ewan Mcgregor and Nicole Kidman
Keep On Loving You - REO Speedwagon
The Time Of My Life - from 'Dirty Dancing'
A Whole New World - from 'Aladdin'

And so, there you have it.

Ya Mon

Calypso Carnival Formal Dinner:There were costumes, there were speeches, there was food, it was incredibly hot. Then it got cooler and we danced. So we got hot. Cos we are hot. Then it rained and my hair went curly. The band was not impressed with the rain, so they stopped playing. I lay on the courtyard steps enjoying the rain, and then realised maybe I should help them pack up their (mostly electric) shit. The I waited for it to rain again so I could go and play in it some more. Then it did, and I did. Cos I am from Darwin. And then my hair went curly.

Fashion Parade

IT IS SUMMER. IT WILL STAY SUMMER FOR THE NEXT NINE MONTHS (OR THEREABOUTS). THIS IS MY DECREE.

Ok, now that we're all clear on that, here's my latest purchases of SUMMER clothes from our Harbourtown expedition.

Summery, hey?

Now this next one, according to the label, is a "tunic", however, I am against wearing pants under dress-type things, so it's a SUMMER dress from now on. I bought it and rescued it from a horrendous life. It is very grateful. I am slightly dubious about have a 'waist'band on the widest point of my body (my arse), but somehow it works. I think.

Now this skirt. Hmm. It's a little odd, I'll give you that. But when I was little, I had a skirt with a black waistband and it was dark/bright blue and it swirled out amazingly when I spun around. So this is a flashback purchase. That, and it was $5.95.

I also bought a scarf (cos I'm sure winter will rear its ugly head at some point) and a beach towel (because until then, I'm heading for the beach).

The age old sport of jetty-jumping

Or, views from Brighton Beach.

Scootering Scav Hunt

Yesterday I set out on the Scarlet Lady to see where she would take me.

We had a great ride (especially since this time I remembered the sunscreen) and I thought I'd prove it to you:

First we went alll the way up to the top of SSS, and the Scarlet Lady learned how to park in a m/c spot when on top of a mountain. She got to admire the view for about three seconds but then I took her away so she couldn't flirt with the two beasty scooters and one m/c also parked there.

Then I had to drive all the way dooown the mountain, which provided me with some awesome views, in the ''inspiring awe' and if by 'awe' you mean 'terror'' sense of the word. So I didn't/couldn't stop to take any photos. The views, they were there.

Then I went to Brighton Beach (more photos from here later on):

And finally to Glenelg:

I was too much of a chicken to actually drive on Jetty Road (JR, Glenelg) what with all the tram tracks but I did get there. Or maybe I just got the pics off Google Images. You'll just have to trust me.

So how many points do I win?

Oh and for the bonus points: I made it back home to the Hall!

Ass Hat of My Week

Because Tiffany (and Jen and Mikala) told me to.

Scene: First lecture for my Publishing and Editing class.

Someone's phone beeps but during a period of random discussion, not while the lecturer is, y'know, lecturing. He was cool about it, which made me think he was going to be an ok lecturer to have for four months of my life.

And then he goes, "Yes, mobiles. I have one, and it too is on. You should turn yours off. Unless you have a family member in a serious medical condition."

Everyone kinda chuckled at that, not sure why, but anyway. And then he sort-of embarrassedly added, "That's the situation I'm in." Which sobered me (and the few other people in the class who were paying attention) up quick smart.

Later on, we got onto a discussion of magazines vs novels, and magazines as glimpses of a time, and age-old magazines in waiting rooms. And then the lecturer said something about the three twenty-year-old mags in the ICU waiting room.

And here we get to the point of the story. Thanks for waiting.

The Ass Hat of My Week: That's cos they're all going to die anyway.

Thanks for your sensitivity, asshat.

Sorry it wasn't actually very amusing, but it was the most asshattish thing I could come up with on the spur of the moment. Hopefully next time I'll have one we can laugh at and shake our heads over why in the hell people are so goddamn ridiculous but heehee it makes good blogging-fodder.