Sitting in UNSW computer lab. Craving sushi.
I grudgingly admit that UNSW comp-labs are awesome. I also grudgingly regret the outrageously early closing-hours adopted by USyd. Lastly and irrelevantly I grudgingly accept the reality that no sushi is going honour my digestive tract any time soon. Because as much good a study environment as this is (though at the moment the goodness wanes due to reasons I'll disclose soon), I'm in the middle of nowhere, as is the Maccas branch across the road in which I hold absolutely no interest.
One thing that I find unconditionally irritating is fobs that feel as if a quiet word is a wasted word. The girl sitting in the row before mine is begging for my fist through her face. Understandably she can't help her accent but she can help her volume and despite being told to shut up a short while ago by a row-mate of mine she maintains her vociferous bleats like the other 30 people in this room weren't here.
Long afternoon ahead.
yes, this is the most attractive photo of myself that I could find, and yes, it looks better than I do :(
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