Pass me the hammer, will ya?

I shouldn’t be here. Really, I shouldn’t. But I just briefly dropped by to have a little cry and a bitch. I’m desperate for some sympathy, so please don’t let me down. And I promise you one thing: In four weeks when I’m finished with this degree, I’ll be little Miss Sunshine again and won’t whinge anymore. Not very much anyway.

I’m at the goddamn computer lab at uni, it’s almost eleven (Yes. At night.), my neck and my back are sore and my eyes burn while I’m writing on a 3000 word research essay about how the forces of globalisation are impacting upon the Australian newspaper industry. Without a hint of sarcasm, I can actually say that I don't mind the topic- it is somewhat interesting. The problem is just that I’m so tired and so terribly over the whole uni thing that I feel like hitting the guy behind me over the head with a book. He’s been on the phone to some girl for about fifteen minutes now and he has this whiney annoying voice and speaks really, really slow, which drives me absolutely insane. I’ve never heard anyone speak that slow. Seriously. I feel like screaming at him. Or snatching his phone and yelling at the girl, “Stop talking to this loser! He’s annoying!”

The reason why I’m working on this essay at the lab rather than at home is that my friends have decided to have some frigging pyjama party with movies and wine at home, which obviously is fair enough. Just because I’m not having any fun doesn’t mean they can't either. I would have a pyjama party too if I could. The only problem about this is that this computer lab stinks (yes, both literally and figuratively speaking). And I want to hit the guy behind me over the head with a book. Actually, make that a hammer. But I better get back to my beautifully balanced academic essay now.