My classes are horrenduous. And that's an understatement. Here's proof. These are a small sampling of my thoughts during a tortuous two-and-a-half-hour lecture this afternoon:

Is it only me or do you feel like standing up and doing a weird voodoo dance just to infuse something interesting in this load of bulls***??!
What if I just stand up, scream "EUREKA!!!!", slap the prof and stomp out of the class doing a weird ogre imitation??!
Like I care about you or your stupid dripper attachments.
I don't care. Sorry. Couldn't care less. Can't. Won't. Never. Never ever. EVER.
I hate all this crap.
I had a better f***ing time watching The Mummy in Hindi.
It's amazing how he manages to surpass himself each time. Boring. Dead boring. Boring the daylights out of me. Boring the freaking daylights out of me. F***ing boring the f***ing living daylights outta the f***ing place. And so it goes. And its worse. And even worse. Oh, how I could go on. And on. And on....Aaaaaaaargh......

You can actually see it go from bad to worse!!! Lol....