Two sad events in a day. A fucked up Sociology test for which I didn't technically finish studying for, and which half the cohort found out/realized only this morning that it was worth 20%.

Strangely though, I found I could get through the short answer/short essay questions. Either it was alright~~, or I can smoke so well I do it unconsciously and think I got through the questions fairly easily.

Still, it didn't help that the YeapLee incarnate locked us all out of the LT till 1pm sharp, and told us imperiously and in a loud, slow voice to line up in a line quietly and orderly.

Essentially, treating us as primary school kids. Bitcharse.

I don't really think I want to let her spoil my experience of studying sociology. The textbook's been an interesting read so far, although I can't really absorb anything. I'm not letting her traumatize my sociological perspective.

And in other news, Steve Irwin died of all things by a stingray... sting. We all had mixed feelings when KY came in from reading the Yahoo news, announcing his death in a pale voice. We all bundled out the door to read for ourselves, and after we sat in grave silence for sometime...

RH: A stingray... hahaha
Ryan: So ironic...
KJ: ...haha..

And then a grave silence settled in again.

RH:...... Okay let's play pool.
KJ: Okay.
Ryan: Let's go.

Well then, RIP Steve Irwin.

I dunno which bright genius started it, but we all went out for dinner, and by the time we came back, my brother opened his MSN to find turtles, or (tu), all over his contact list. After his friend explained it was a tribute to Irwin we decided to put it too.

And suddenly all our subnicks turned into Irwin catchphrases.

"This'un's a reel beeuty"
"Look at that beauty"
"Crikey, woht a beeotay"

Well... then... RIP, Steve Irwin.

orchestrated by Renhao at 6:49:00 pm
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