Well, he's kind of dead now, but...

No, he is NOT Hugh Grant (that's what I thought at first)

He is...

JFK JUNIOR.

OMG. (that was my reaction too)

McGonagall Reincarnate - If you thought the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a figment of imagination, think again. SHE EXISTS. This bitch has an amazing tendency to start class on the dot despite the fact that half the class is still rushing among the throng of businessmen or stoned and in bed. She is also strict as hell, has WAY too much time on her hands which will be spent on hunting down students who were too tired to show up for class (hello, it's university, not kindergarden). She also has one of the primary school teacher handwriting, talks in a typical middle-class British accent, is organized to death, and will expect you to be the same. So, no late-night drinking on Tuesday nights, fellas.

Statement: I actually shouted "MUUUUUM, FIVE MORE MINUTES" this morning when my alarm played a LOUD version of KT Tunstall.

I'm pathetic. I'm ashamed of myself.

You know your first day of Senior year, your teachers lectured you about "Senioritis", a commonly mysterious phenomenon when the Seniors just start slacking off? Well, I do. And I distinctively remember one of my lecturers - I mean, teachers - saying something like "Don't drop into the pit called Senioritis - you can never get out" or some weird metaphor like that.

Well, if that was a pit, then Collegitis is a Mariana trench.

Away from parents, freedom (and relatively more money, now to think about it), I've been slacking off. Not like "I'm going to procrastinate this paper till tomorrow" slack-off, because I never get any homework (I have one coursework, three labs, and final exams in most of my classes to make the grade). The thing is, I stopped going to lectures (ahem ahem, Chem), mainly because it's a waste of time.

So what do I do? Well...

I'm usually studying some other crap (read: Advanced algebra, Statistics, Clinical Psychology, nuclear physics), or I'm sleeping. Or watching House (Episode 3 just sucked, honest). Or writing out notes for my two biology classes, which makes AP Biology look like a fairy cake. Serious. All the transcriptase and lipase and -ases are driving me nuts, and Mammalian bio is no better - who the HELL spends THREE lectures on thermal control of mammals? Argh (and tomorrow fares no better - lecture from 10 til 4:30, hour breaks in between. Shit.).

So... to my younger people (AKA Ian, yes, you)... DON'T get Senioritis. I didn't get one till post-AP exams, and then there were about two weeks before graduation. And now I'm getting Collegitis, and it's seriously taxing me...

Honestly, I have no clue.

See, every year, my former math teacher, math idiot extraordinaire (and I hope to GOD that he doesn't read this) takes about 40 kids to... where else but London. In my opinion, his obsession with this city is beyond disgust or pity - it piques curiosity. It's that bad. His room is cluttered with London stuff that I'd never even DREAM about going near to, let alone buy.

...

He stays with kids in Royal National Hotel, which is apparently in Bloomsbury, which is just about ten minutes from one of my campuses at Strand (who would have guessed that Kings College London had over 5 campuses... not me). Incidentally, the only time I was in Bloomsbury was when I accidentally took the wrong turn from Covent Garden back from school (well, I was trying to get to Picadilly, oops) and ended up right by Gower Street. Therefore, have I ever seen the hotel? Nope?

But coming to think about it, I think Finnell's little group knows more about London than I do. Sure, I can tell you if Boots or Superdrug has cheaper soap, or where you can buy the cheapest carrots (which is not Borough Market, but Tescos at Monument... who would have guessed). I can tell you how many Prets I pass by when I get to Strand Campus, or what's in the London Bridge station, but beyond my home ground, I'm clueless. I have no idea how to get to Tower Bridge, although I can explain to you about 4 different ways to get to Stamford Street in Waterloo (well... I can see it if I walk about three minutes from my residence... would that help?). If you ask me which way to Harrods, I'll probably end up leading you to Leicester Square instead. When it comes to the famous parks (AKA Hyde Park), I can't even locate them on the map. As for Stonehenge? Well, anything outside of London is a mystery for me - there's Scotland up in the north, Wales down somewhere in the southwest (and even that's dubious), Ireland is to the west. The other places are... well, they don't exist on the map for me. So there we are.

So all in all, London isn't a fun place, folks. Especially when you are dodging gruntled businessmen to get to the class on time.

Oh, and the best sandwich around: Tescos.

I currently hate everything and everybody.

First of all, my watch wristband broke. So now I have to get the damn thing fixed. I hate spending money, period.

Second, I just bout $200 worth of books - Nuclear Physics, molecular biology, Psychology. And I feel bad, although I'm going to use them a lot, because again, I hate using money for myself.

Third, this stupid postal strike is CRIPPLING ME. I HATE ROYAL MAIL!!!!! I hope they crash and get banned or something, so the stupid postal workers can get fired and go on the streets. It's a PUBLIC SERVICE, STOP STRIKING, DAMN IT. If this was States nobody would care because people'd just use FedEx or UPS, but nooo, this is the UK. So people just bear with it. In the US if the postal service was the only service available, they'd be crippled, and the entire country will fall down. ARGH. Now I won't get my books within the next week, it's doubtful my lab coat will be here on time, my bank stuff wouldn't be here for another week, and it's pissing me off.

Fourth, I've been averaging 3 hours of sleep a night, high on caffeine, and 6 to 10 hours of study per day, and this is making me CRANKY AS HELL. I've been averaging around 1000kcal a day, mostly sugar (yeah, I'm really a health nut).

Fifth, I hate my Mammalian biology professor. Can't he JUST GET TO THE POINT AND STOP GIVING OUT INDISCREET INFO, like HOW TO KILL PEOPLE WITHOUT GETTING TRACED? I KNOW THAT INJECTING K IONS WILL KILL YOU WITHOUT TRACES, I READ THAT IN HOUSE OF GOD, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! STOP REPEATING YOURSELF 30 BILLION TIMES, I KNOW THAT THE pH OF THE FUCKING BLOOD IS 7.4 WITHOUT YOU SAYING IT 13 TIMES, I'M NOT A DUMBASS. AND STOP GIVING 6 HOUR LECTURES, I HAVE LIMITS, ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 36 HOURS, ON THREE DOSES of 200mg CAFFEINE, ATE NOTHING BUT TWIX ALL DAY! AND STOP SAYING "FINAL WORD" THEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR 10 MINUTES! AND STOP TALKING ABOUT CAMELS, I'M NOT GOING TO BE A VET, I DON'T CARE IF ALL THE CAMELS DIE IN THE WORLD! GOD.

Sixth, THE GUYS WHO COME BACK TO THE FLOOR PISS-ASS DRUNK, STOP SCREAMING. I'm EITHER SLEEPING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 DAYS OR RIPPING MY HAIRS OUT DOING BIOLOGY. NEXT TIME I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT, AND THEN YOU CAN SCREAM AS MUCH AS YOU WANT.

SEVENTH, STOP MAKING ME DO EVERYTHING (that's to the people over here, not you guys in the US). I'M ALREADY SWAMPED, I'M CRANKY, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME STUDYING NUCLEAR PHYSICS AND PSYCHOLOGY ALONG WITH THE COURSEWORK, HAVING 2 JOBS. DO THE SHIT THAT YOU CAN DO YOURSELF. I AIN'T YOUR MOMMY.

Argh. I'm SO PISSED OFF.