I hate university part one

this is the first installation of what will most likely become a many part series. I haven't slept properly in several weeks due to two assignments being on the same day, that day being tomorrow.

The first assignment, I don't even want to talk about- we're meant the make an object what will change when part of the body moves, but it's the night before hand in and my piece is staying decidedly stationary. We have to present them in front of the entire class as well so the fun pretty much never ends. I bet you ten dollars that tomorrow night's blogpost is titled "humiliation", or perhaps "I've dropped out".

The second assignment, I've whinged about quite a bit- I have to make a shirt into an idea??? Something I don't understand?? At all??? I've done the sneaky trick of choosing an idea that will let you cut corners- I was a fiend for it in art class, picking artist models based on whether or not I could do a painting like that in 20 minutes. My thing is kind of based around overcompensating in dat class system and just generally being a bit of a wanker so I can pretend that the shirt is falling apart to emulate the class system, rather than just me being lazy and gluing it together while watching project runway. (Incidentally, what is Patricia even fucking up to anymore? I wanted to love you, I really did)

 Does that look like the wankiest thing you've ever seen, or what? I would like to take this time to commend myself on my excellent bullshitting skills, which is how I plan on getting through this four year degree. Wish me luck!!!

(I have some frickin exciting blog posts lined up omg plz stick around through my whinging about uni life)