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dear interwebs,

you sent me an email over a week ago, telling me you were going to do some maintenance and upgrades, you told me it would take a day or two and so i would be on dial up speed.

interwebs, that was over a week ago and i still have to wait 30 mins for a page to load and i can’t open any of my emails, interwebs! there are emails from my boss in there! I MUST READ THEM!

also, dear interwebs, i have loyal blog-readers that i must satisfy with my frequent blogging. interwebs, it’s been 10 or more days since my last blog… i blame you if any of my readers currently reside in a mental asylum due to lack of me and blogging.


and i expect formal apologies from you, to each and every one of my readers, for depriving them of me for such a long period of time.

thank you,

(sorry guys, this sucks, i can’t get hotmail up and facebook is even worse! i’ll get back to you all asap. xoxo, g)


Alright, I’m all better, but my interwebs are not. They are still super dodge. But I managed to get on here to update you all, so enjoy or else!

Contract is always a fun place to be… Not so much.

See, we have this fabulously weird lecturer. I’ve mentioned her before. She talks a hundred times faster than my fastest pace, which is intense and probably causes time to go into a vortex and spin backwards which is PROBABLY why our lecturers always seem to drag on forever. She’s also always late, and it’s the kind of late that you look at your watch and reckon she won’t show… BUT THEN SHE DOES! It’s freaky. I reckon she has some kind of sick grasp upon the universe. I wish I had her skillz.

One time, our lecturer – who, is a hoot, I must admit – accused the law of being an ass. Well, lecturer lady, I didn’t know the law was a donkey, I always thought that was one of the American political parties. But ok, if you tell me the law is a donkey, them I’m sure it looks a little like this:

figure 7: Judge Ass? Oh wait, she was already like that before this poor attempt at photoshopping happened…

(Just FYI: That’s Judge Judy, for all you failures who have never tuned in to bad day time tv! Quit your job and learn to bum! Seriously.)

Anyways, back to my lecturer, and her crazy vortex-controlling antics.

Two days ago, when my interwebs was still all down in the dumps and so was my whirly stomach, I was sitting in Contract, as I do for a good three or so hours each week. (I know, it doesn’t seem like alot of time, but if you actually tell me to stop whinging, I’ll take you along and you won’t ever EVER cross me ever again in your life!)

And our lecturer PROMISED us, after about a billion very boring, very lifeless, very selfish cases, that’d we’d enjoy the next one. Alexander v Cambridge Credit Corporation.

Single. Most. Boring. Case. Ever. (and I’m not just saying that for the sake of this post)

ANYWAYS! The point of all this was: we were discussing very very boring and ridiculous caes about people suing those travel planner companies because they “didn’t enjoy” their vacations. Like, whatevs, get off your big fat ass (see above) organise your own goddamn holiday!

And it got me thinking… If people can sue holiday planners because they don’t enjoy their trips… can I sue my lecturer for promising me that I’d enjoy the case that I happened to have found to be as boring as batshit? Something to ponder there…

In other news, you should all go check out my Twi-blog: HERE! It’s not getting nearly enough love.

Over and out!

There’s Something About Georgia…

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