Yeah yeah, In my dreams, I know, blah blah..
Today's been so majorly unmotivating, I fancy just sitting off in bed, watching HIMYM for the rest of this "working week."
Our Print teacher's leaving for brighter pastures (and by that, I mean Salford Uni) so we're all sat there, fingers, legs, arms, chairs, everything that can possibly be crossed is in some kind of weird pretzel cross, in the hopes that the Media dept. are too busy next week to hire someone to cover us until we break up.
There's approx. 5 actual weeks left, they may aswell not bother.
