so 4 hours before my tutorial on thursday i decided i didn't feel like finishing my paper because i just didn't give a damn anymore. plus i had to turn in a portfolio for my other class. so i showed up to my tutorial and was like, "hay, sup, i didn't finish my paper" and he was like "cool".
i love my tutor!
also, actual conversation with him:
tutor: so you know that the name Dil is a subtle reference to the word 'dildo'?
me: ...um, oh, really? well, i just thought of dill pickle when i heard that name. or, you know, nothing at all.
and then i can't remember whether it was him or my mangled brain dreaming up shit, but i recall something along the lines of pickles being made into phallic objects.
my tutor's obsessed with sex. this week was really bad because my paper topic was on The Crying Game. if you've seen that, you'll know how uncomfortable as FUCK i was talking about it in my paper (and then reading it out to my tutor). i think my subconscious was what prevented me from finishing my paper.
also, my english lit instructor is obsessed with death. in my book, that's better than talking about sex all the time. actually, in my book, that freaking rocks. i love my creepy death-obsessed instructor! i want to marry him. we'd have a funeral instead of a wedding and for our honeymoon stay in the hotel that was featured in The Shining, or Psycho, or something like that.
ok, time to stop being lame and not talk about my teachers anymore. i'm going to london tomorrow. we'll see how that goes, considering i woke up at 4pm today. good thing the sun sets late here.
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