I finished my stupid fucking report

3000 words of torture. The irony is, because I was trying to hit the word count, I went up to 3300, and was pleased with my skills in writing bullshit. Then my friend said, "hey, only the first 3000 words will be marked" and I was like "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK". Turns out my friend reads the unit outline which nobody ever reads, and it stated that the assignment could be anywhere between 2000-3000 words, with the recommendation that it is 2500-3000 words in length.

So I could've written like, 2000 words instead.

Which meant I could've been done last week, since I had 2000 words by last week.

And I'm really hating life right now.

I know it's technically my fault that I didn't read the unit outline, but nobody reads that shit (except for that wonderful friend of mine, who I am extremely glad to have). I had an assignment sheet which stated that I should write something ~3000 words, so I didn't think 3300 was overdoing it. Well at least cutting my paper down to the word limit was easy enough- I knew what I wrote was full of shit, so being able to delete 10-20 lines probably saved me a great deal of embarrassment in the end. All's well that ends well.

I'm actually just so happy right now. Like a great weight's been lifted off my shoulders. Not having this assignment loom above my head and threaten failing the course is actually just a really pleasant thing. Now I can plan for fun times in England and go travelling and enjoy the world etc.

Jks not really. Did you hear about what happened in Paris? Awful. And I'm actually super-paranoid about being in London, because I have this fear that I could just be hanging around, enjoying myself, doing touristy things, and BAM I get rekt by random acts of terrorism. I guess that's why it's called terrorism- it strikes terror in our hearts. I do not currently fear for my safety, since I'm stuck in a small town in whoop-whoop land, so it's not that great a target, but the fact that I'm thinking about things means our world has taken a very, very dark turn.

I am so fortunate to be where I am right now, and I'm actually so fucking lucky that I'm a total loser to spends his days browsing Reddit instead of "exploring the great world". I could've been in Paris myself, I could've traveled there while I was in England--- and it was actually part of my plan before I said I couldn't be fucked because "I have a report to write". Truth is I just procrastinate for a while, pray that my report writes itself, realize it's not going to happen, and then start typing random shit into a word document in hope that it will have some semblance of coherence.

So I should be grateful for my lazy, unmotivated personality, huh.

Great, thinking about what happened in Paris just dampened my mood. I'm going to bed and I'm going to wake up a happier person. Hopefully. I wish I lived in a more peaceful world, where people don't slaughter random civilians...