I feel and look like three kinds of microwaved hell. It's assignments time: the time when I'm all in crunch mode working on assignments. I fucken hate group work. It's like sheep dog trials, except instead of a dog or a cute little pig it's me. And instead of sheep it's drooling idiots and opinionated jerks.
This group assignment I handed in yesterday, one guy complained that I'd spelled his name wrong. Only problem is I got the spelling from his outgoing email. So I type that into google just then and get stuff from as far back as 2002 with his named wrong in it. Dude's a genius.