Today in the English workshop, David (aka. Captain Bulemia) was citing an article about police in America and he called all Americans 'retards' and the tutor didn't say a fucking thing! So I can't ask if someone has bulemia but he's allowed to call an entire nation 'retards'? There's a double standard here, Because I'm perfectly healthy I'm not allowed to ask controversial questions but if you have bulemia, why not go ahead and call an entire nation a bunch of retards?
Other than that the workshop was pretty good. At one point I was drinking from my waterbottle quietly while everyone was listening to someone talk and I spat up some water on my shirt. I don't think anyone noticed though. Ace.
Today at uni, also, Pete from work stood me up for our man date. You see, Pete was going to give me administrative control over a territory under the authority of the leauge of nations. Not really, you see, Pete was going to buy me a Schnitzel and we were going to have lunch together. I hadn't slept much the night before, I'd been so nervous. It'd taken me minutes to decide what to wear. Then, on my way to our SE group meeting before the man date, pete saw me and said he had no money and we'd have to do it another time. I don't think he wants to man date me. It's depressing. Actually I was pretty glad, it seemed like a funny idea at the time, but it's kind of worrying me now. I mean, Pete was hanging out with like four hot girls, and the closest I've come to sex this year was when I waved at a girl from my workshop as I drove out of the university car park. Pete keeps asking me to reschedule the date though. Oh well, a free meal is a free meal, even if it is cock...
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With those tales of university regaled, it's interesting to note that the only true attempt at learning I made this day was trying to do the programming prac, which I did for 20 minutes based on stuff I already knew until I got to a stage where I had to learn something new, possibly from lecture notes, and I said 'fuck this' and logged off.