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Tales Of The Fighting Agathon
Sex, Lies, And An Airlock
Studying. Like a boss. 
3rd-May-2011 06:28 pm
I'm at Hancock library for a night-time study session with my best mates. We're each doing different courses at uni; Matt is doing Development Studies, Helen is doing Medicine and I'm the embarrassing Arts student. And right now all we're researching is where to eat for under $10 in the ANU area.

Good one.

EDIT: Helen just showed me a microscope image of a mouse's brain. Wondering how I can incorporate it into my essay on the accuracy of film adaptations concerning real events and people. The Social Network, with mice? Maybe that would be more accurate?

SECOND EDIT: It's not.

THIRD EDIT: Helen's started showing us hilarious, if not slightly racist, videos on YouTube. I think it's time for dinner.

FOURTH EDIT: We went to a place called Wok In A Box. My fortune cookie called me fat.

FIFTH EDIT: I'm having a 'break' and reading back over Lucy's Fedcon reports from 2009. I'm getting so nostalgic. Helen just let out a laugh that turned the whole floor's heads. I am not sure why she is laughing; she's writing a lab report about poo.

SIXTH EDIT: Helen just informed Matt and I that apparently, 50% of our poo is simply bacteria.

SEVENTH EDIT: We decided to rename May to "Dismay" and June to "Doom" - because of the awful amount of essay-writing and exam participation during these months.

EIGHTH EDIT: Just googled "custard apple".

NINTH EDIT: We're being kicked out. It's 10.30pm. Nighty Blighty.
4th-May-2011 01:55 am (UTC)
She's laughing because she's writing a lab report about poo. Duh.
4th-May-2011 02:08 am (UTC)
I found out, not long after, the source of the laughter was Matt accidentally hitting himself in the head with his laptop.
4th-May-2011 02:50 am (UTC)
Not as funny.
4th-May-2011 02:53 am (UTC)
I definitely disagree.
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