167

So..UFC 167 was today. Woke up early to catch the whole fight with the Dad and all I can say is this. Nevada State Commission, 

Get your shit together people. 

The GSP Hendricks fight was so blatantly and grossly misjudged that I think Hendricks should be allowed to smack the judges around for as long as it takes to appease his indignation. This is not the first time that they made questionable decisions, but they usually have a slightly more negotiable ground to back it up than this. So how the exactly did the judges managed to score the fight against Johnny? Did they do it with with one both eyes closed? Is that it?

Goodness. I can only imagine the wrath of the people who placed their bets on Johny winning.

Ugh, okay, end of rant.

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So Saturday classes started yesterday because the new lecturer needed to catch up on the syllabus, seeing as how the previous one missed 6 classes because of an unfortunate stroke. Reached school at 8.15am, proceeded to the vending machine to buy coffee, only to realise that I am 10 cents short.

Me (to my wallet and the machine): Oh come on!

Random guy walking pass: Huh?

Me: Huh?

Got to the stairs as fast as my decaffeinated body can manage to escape a potentially (more) embarrassing situation. On another note, the guy who sat beside me in class was wearing a very nice smelling scent. Seriously, I wanted to smell like that over the perfume I was wearing so much that I spent a significant part of the lecture contemplating if I should ask him what scent it was and how to prove that it was a purely informative question. Didn't ask anything in the end because I had better sense than that. Lol.

Also, all the lecturers seem to be on board the rush-through-the-syllabus-and-spam-assignments train. I have so much revision backlogged it isn't even funny. This is how I imagine them to be like currently.

A second also. I realised that I haven't finished posting about the trip to Korea which happened back in...July. Workings of good old procrastination. Hopefully I'll get them done by the end of this year, along with my monthly photos which has ceased to exist since August.

Ack. Okay here's a gif of Alex Turner to make up for the lack of effort. Can he look any more dashing? Place him doing that beside a Mercedes 560SEL and whatever remainder willpower I have will be out the window. Damn him and that stupid quiff.

edit/ How many font and font size changes does it take to get it right? I feel like this might be it.