Today was an English Lit lecture, and the man of the hour was Coleridge. It was given by a different professor, a woman, and it was a waste of time. I hope our previous instructor comes back very soon, but this one implied she'd be with us next week as well. That makes me nervous, sometimes instruction at this university will switch hands. I don't like it. All I got out of this lecture was: Coleridge was an opium addict who could never finish his big projects and always felt left behind by his peers, specifically Wordsworth. I'm also a bit sick of hearing the word 'sublime' and not have it be in reference to a rock band.
I am tempted to give my rant on buses, it is long in the making, but I feel that my attitude towards them is universal. All I need to say is 'buses', and know that I have a very nasty expression on my face. You understand.
Australian Word of the Day: bogan which translates loosely as redneck or hick, only without the racist implications. Apparently they are lazy, drink lots of alcohol, and live off of social welfare. Much stronger accents too.
My Chipotle burrito craving is getting so strong that I am now dreaming about them.
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Dont worry I dream about burritos and I have easy access. I think dreaming about burritos is universal to the human experiance.
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