00:00 - 00:06 | I still can't believe how retarded that SAS coursework assignment was. |
00:07 - 00:11 | One more blurry screen and I really might just end it all. |
00:12 - 00:14 | I can see now why semi-colons are related to suicide. |
00:17 - 00:19 | My life is shit. |
00:20 - 00:22 | I even got roasted by Charlie today. |
00:24 - 00:27 | I got roasted by a guy who likes anime hedgehogs. |
00:29 - 00:31 | That kid can yiff in hell, really. |
00:31 - 00:32 | That's nothing. |
00:32 - 00:36 | At least your bag didn't get filled with scraps of paper. |
00:37 - 00:42 | I still had to sit there and learn about fucking ground rules, which Charlie is about to hand me now. |
00:45 - 00:52 | There better not be anything about respecting the music he listens to or the cartoon foxes he gets off on. |
00:52 - 00:53 | He'll be here any moment. |
00:55 - 01:01 | The ground rules, please. Get ready for me to ragequit the lecture. |
01:02 - 01:06 | 'No stalking your ex-hoes on Instagram on Thursdays...' |
01:06 - 01:07 | What a joke! |
01:07 - 01:11 | *concern* |
01:14 - 01:16 | 'Groups work... without insults'? |
01:17 - 01:21 | This is a worse joke than the ones Alex comes up with. |
01:22 - 01:22 | *Alex looks concerned* |
01:22 - 01:24 | This is a disaster. |
01:25 - 01:28 | I can't even roast James' neckbeard with this. |
01:33 - 01:33 | Alex, |
01:34 - 01:38 | DID YOU LET FUCKING JAMES WRITE THIS?! |
01:38 - 01:40 | That fucking cunt, |
01:42 - 01:45 | I'VE SEEN BETTER LECTURES FROM TERESA IN SAS! |
01:50 - 01:53 | What a fucking useless module, |
01:53 - 01:56 | I'm not learning Maths anymore, just fucking modelling kebabs, |
01:57 - 01:59 | I learnt more in my PAL, REE REE REE REE REE |
02:00 - 02:01 | Fuck you all. |
02:02 - 02:02 | *sobs :(* |
02:03 - 02:05 | Send me back to Semester 1. |
02:06 - 02:10 | I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE ANGRY SINCE THE ENTERING THE VOID IN ***SAS*** !!!!!!!!!!! |
02:11 - 02:13 | THIS COURSE IS SLAVERY! |
02:19 - 02:19 | Graham, |
02:20 - 02:23 | Make a VBA program that gets all the cunts off the table. |
02:25 - 02:27 | Everyone away but Charlie and his furry bird. |
02:27 - 02:30 | Robin, how many times? She's just an artist. |
02:30 - 02:33 | That's bullshit, she's a furry, we all know it. |
02:34 - 02:35 | He just wants a yiff, Robin. |
02:35 - 02:37 | CAN YOU BREATHE WITHOUT STEALING JOKES? |
02:37 - 02:39 | *Alexit happens* |
02:40 - 02:42 | Don't all leave, I'll be lonelier than James on Thursdays. |
02:47 - 02:50 | Ros, I hope my rage is more insightful than the logbooks. |
02:50 - 02:54 | This Modelling lecture was a fucking embarrassment. |
02:55 - 02:57 | I would rather listen to Owen's shit band at Hubs. |
02:58 - 03:02 | Robin, he got onto fucking Britain's Got Talent, though. |
03:04 - 03:07 | You've looked at his fucking Tinder, |
03:08 - 03:11 | That whole profile was like this course, a big fucking lie! |
03:11 - 03:16 | Now I'm getting ruined by encryption and basic MATLAB functions. |
03:17 - 03:18 | Robin, you ok? |
03:18 - 03:26 | If you even mention Mike Robinson then I will give you the death penalty for breaking ground rules. |
03:26 - 03:29 | I'll give you cardiac arrest by putting you onto Michal's diet. |
03:29 - 03:32 | I KNOW that I don't sound threatening with my constantly low tone, |
03:33 - 03:34 | But no lecture can contain my rage. |
03:36 - 03:37 | Everyone, |
03:38 - 03:40 | I'll make sure to chat shit about you all in my logbook. |
03:40 - 03:45 | I will triple Bilal's number of reports, and wreak havoc on the SHU Leaderboard. |
03:45 - 03:50 | Angharad, you will spend the rest of your life condemned to my 300+ logbook reports. |
03:50 - 03:55 | Robin, how will you find the time to write all of these reports? |
03:55 - 04:03 | I will get the whole of the PAL 19 to log into my SHU account and we will all simultaneously chat bare shit. That's our Modelling assignment in a nutshell. |
04:04 - 04:07 | I will get the legendary Hindenburg forehead to blind you so you cannot delete them for plagiarism. |
04:09 - 04:11 | What a master strategy, Robin. |
04:11 - 04:14 | But that's only a Low First, I'm afraid (not enough ground rules) |