Want to know something fucking hilarious?
For one of my courses at varsity, linguistics, I've signed up for an interview to participate in a study being conducted by a linguistics professor from University of Cape Town. I just received an email with the list of students partaking and the times etc.
https://docs.google.com/viewer?attid=0.1&pid=gmail&thid=132c44edd18e4873&url=https%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3Dac7be97bf1%26view%3Datt%26th%3D132c44edd18e4873%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Dsafe%26zw&docid=4005f2066519d88655634085274fd8de%7C08047224f58adc6208d1e9b705cfe34f&a=bi&pagenumber=1&w=780
Look for my name. Hint: I'm scheduled for tuesday, in case you can't find it. With such horrendous spelling in my name, you might actually miss it. I should actually arrive there on tuesday morning and make a big scene because I'm not on the list. BECAUSE THAT IS NOT MY NAME. For fuck's sake.
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