Faye. 20. England.

"I move the stars for no-one"
Cats, intersectional feminism, being fat, reading literature/poetry/prose, British panel shows and other stuff.

Sometimes I can be incredibly ignorant: call me the fuck out on it. Please.

I choose Vodka. And Chaka Khan.

There is no such thing as a British accent.

 dicks flapping

It pisses me the fuck off how my handbook seems to be missing shit.

I’m supposedly meant to have the ‘seen’ question of my exam in it - is it fuck there. 

I’ve checked all over Moodle and still nothing. 

SO I CAN’T REVISE WHAT I NEED TO REVISE BECAUSE I KNOW SHIT ALL. 

And nobody in the class seems to know anything - even though I KNOW they do. They’re just being pricks. 

So now I’ve had to bother my professor - yet again - for the questions which I should already have.

And what pisses me the fuck off even more is the fact that one of the seminar groups got given hard-copies of the question because their teacher is the head of the learning in the dept - where as we have a fuckhead who knows shag all about anything other than his own religion. Which isn’t helpful when doing other religions, just saying.

I don’t give a shit about how nice I find my professor (aka head of dept.) he’s a stupid little bitch who needs to get his head out of his arse and learn how to double check stuff. 

If he doesn’t reply I will literally go round to his house and suffocate him with my vaginal flaps of death.