One guy describing the Iranian Revolution said that Shah Muhammed Reza Pahlavi was an Ottoman.
Then one other guy said that the Ayatollah was so popular because he proved that they could defeat the West because all brown people hate the Western world right~~~ I shut him the fuck down by pointing out that if they are anti-West, it’s because the CIA fucked their country.
But first I seriously trolled all the white kids in here by criticizing drone strikes. Everyone jumped up my ass, soooo eager to defend Americans sitting in trailers, hitting a button and killing hundreds of civilians. They’re just brown people, right?
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I hate when professors write angry notes in the margins of an essay when you don’t have a citation for something that’s common knowledge. IT’S COMMON KNOWLEDGE, I REFUSE TO DIG THROUGH GOOGLE SCHOLAR AND SIFT THROUGH A BUNCH OF CRAP TO FIND A CITATION.
Beautiful couple walks by the lounge I’m studying in and side-eyes the fuck out of me. Probably because I’m sitting here alone writing a final paper, listening to Celine Dion, and devouring mousse on a Saturday night.
I’m gonna die alone.
Basically, there are lots of stupid people in my favorite class this semester, and they’re full of stupid comments and questions because they’re confused. And instead of educating themselves, they’re blaming the professor because THAT makes a lot of sense.
I cannot STAND people who expect a professor to spoon feed them information. These are the same dumbasses who are on their macbooks the whole time, whining about things that seem unclear, as if they couldn’t leave facebook for two minutes and go read a fucking wikipedia page.
Jesus, I play Assassin’s Creed for three hours a day and even I have time to go read up on shit I don’t understand.
Food from this past semester. Okay, a cat is not food, but that cat kept stealing my tomato and I caught him in the act! He wasn’t even eating it! Silly cat, a tomato is not a toy, it is a delicious pizza topping.
read the great romance novel last night. have listened to nothing but whitney houston ever since. I regret nothing~~~~~
***please note that stress has reduced my mental stability, so I cannot be held responsible for the things I say***