Tea and Raeg.

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Sick.

‘You look quite alternative’

THAT MAKES NO SENSE. FUCK OFF.

twelveharps asked: My apologies for stalking you.

Quite alright. Just make yourself known next time so I know to scratch my bottom more discreetly.

Areas I want to major in but can’t:

icaryoucarwecar:

• Listening to music
• Drinking tea
• Singing
• Taking walks
• Sleeping
• Reading books on philosophy
• Petting my dog
• Being completely obnoxious
• Running

WHY IS SOCIETY SO UNFAIR.

(Except singing) WHAT. HOW DO YOU KNOW ME? GET OUT OF HERE, STALKER.

(Source: twelveharps, via fuckyeahilovetea)

Things I’ve learnt at University so far

• I get argumentative in seminars
• I don’t like living with stereotype students
• People don’t know how to clean up after themselves
• Noodles can sustain human life
• Food is expensive
• Having your own personal fridge/kettle is essential to avoid shitmunchers
• Bread goes mouldy quickly
• The walls in student halls are as soundproof as tissue (I can hear people having a wee at the end of the corridor)
• Maintenance men are useless
• I am ridiculously reliant on the internet/torrents
• Halls internet is shit. Shit shit shit.
• Speakers are required only to drown out other speakers which play less than decent music - why don’t people buy headphones?
• I am a badman at bullshitting work
• To comfortably have a poo you must wait until 60% of flatmates have gone to bed. This way you avoid the awkward PLOP while still only having a small chance that someone will need to use the toilet whilst you’re in there.
• Forgetting to eat so much that your stomach shrinks is an effective way of getting fuller quicker by accident.
• Quadruple strength cordial needs to be invented
• Ginger girls have the worst taste in music
• There is in fact a strange cosmic force which makes Welsh people get along with me far more easily than other people - Shaun the sheep.
• I still hate dubstep

• How to screen print

Shitmunchers and philosophy.

I recently started University. I go to little lectures here and there, do little sculptures and projects and such. Then there’s seminars in which the group basically talks rubbish about a subject for as long as they can stay awake.

This is where the anger strikes.

The tutors - used to teaching the usual couch potato 18 to 19 year olds - always try to explain basic philosophical ideas about reality, language, empiricism, subjectivity and so on. From what I gathered with someone else’s longwinded explanation, I summarised a thick sociological text with the sentence ‘subjectivity versus objectivity with a bit of linguistic nit-picking for good measure’, and said that I already understood and that I didn’t need to read it. The tutor (sort of) told me off, saying that as a student in University I’m supposed to want to be introduced to new ideas and whatnot, but she wouldn’t have any of it when I said that I thought it was common sense and that I’ve read it all before.

I also just earlier got into an argument with a different tutor about the value of empiricism in science. Actually, it wasn’t really an argument at all as he was just trying to explain, in a longwinded, I-don’t-actually-know-what-I’m-talking-about sort of way, what I was already telling him.

The worst part is no one else seems to have heard any of this stuff before and they genuinely debate problems in ways which have been done at least 500 years ago.

Probably shouldn’t have spammed all those phatty philosophy books for a year. It’s dangerous business here.

She starts using big words when she’s pissed off. Woe to you if they’re longer than 9 letters.

Ice cream vans need to die.

No one appreciates your out of tune songs and no one even buys your ice cream. STOP CRUISING DOWN MY ROAD THREE TIMES PER DAY PLZ. I don’t understand why people blasting music out of their houses/cars are classed as a nuisance but these gimps get full reign of my decibel meter. Gits.