...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

So, today in lectures we were talking about consent and the situations where it could and could not be a defence. We get on to consent obtained by deception, and AH starts telling us about a singing instructor who convinced his student that shagging her rotten was the key to improving her voice. At which point, Jess leans over and whispers "That's so Erik" in my ear.

I nearly swallowed my pen lid.

So, today I remembered to look behind me before I made a crack about the amount of weed my lecturer smokes. This is good. Lecture consisted of moral implications of nailing hamsters to worktops and Sheryl Crow. Pretty sure he thinks I'm a psychopath now because I kept imagining him as a hamster dressed as Sheryl Crow and giving the lecture, and therefore giggling at random intervals. This is less good.

Was going to go out and get Les Bijoux 5, but am scared in case Lapis and Carnelian end up not having the hot sexy mansex. Even more scared in case I'm subjected to hideous Diamond/Lazuli nonsense. Fuck you, Diamond. Fuck you and your traumatic ass-raping boyhood. And Lazuli? Needs a slap on a Disney's Little Mermaid scale.

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Update, 4.22pm

So, actually plucked up the courage to go to Evidence lecture this afternoon - avoided them all last week due to lecturer-slagging-related embarrasment. First thing Verity said when she sat down:

"So, you decided to face the wrath of the Aging Hippy?"

Curse you, Verity.

Then Steve fell asleep during the lecture and drooled and snored. Gallently resisted urge to draw on his face as was sitting three rows from where AH stood. Did not prevent AH from making very pointed comment about staying awake at the end of the lecture. Steve said something about listening was also mentioned, but Verity and I obviously weren't paying attention, because we didn't hear it.

At least Steve doesn't talk in his sleep.

Also, may have accused V. of being a dominatrix with a penguin fetish within AH's hearing. Suspect he now has very low opinions of all three of us. Ironically, he's my favourite lecturer out of all the ones we've had. Curse you, Fate! I would change you if I had a machine that could do so. Or at least replace all my blood with "Not saying/doing spacktarded things in front of people you'd like to think well of you" blood.

Goddamn it, I'm an idiot. I just referred to my Jurisprudence lecturer - who I have for two other subjects - as an aging hippy, while he was walking right behind me.

IDIOT.

I'm so not going to evidence this afternoon.