is finished! 102/110 Thursday, April 24th I put an end to one of the most stressful periods of my life! the preparation of graduate ..... but I can finally call myself Dr. .. 102/110..niente bad for a vote that made the last years of university to kick ass and invented a thesis by shit.
but eventually went. I looked straight in the face, and with my usual high tone of voice I spoke to him for good 10 minutes, leaving no room for intervention. one point more than I expected and I can tell qiundi happy .. also the last improvised headdress minutes and held up the jacket has made a good impression.
restaurant then do not digest and so tired ...
I'm sick in the afternoon, the evening I go to Salvatore foot .. I'm sleeping in that kind of sleep. let's go downtown, my sister is waiting for me ... .. do not drink much, but I was sick and I do not drink at 3 months .. needless raccotare follow. Fortunately, there was the Holy Savior has sustained me, kept my head and never stopped talking to me while I was wrong and apologize all the time.
this afternoon, I expect the reception with friends and family are destroyed .. and I sleep. I'm still sick, I think I got a virus or something. Even last night I was sick .. we due to run away from the center because I was holding up .. I fail on all sides.
doctor .. doctor .. doctor .. the hole in the ass fuck, fuck ....
kisses .. I go to bed a bit '...
madness 'm going crazy ... really. Yesterday do not know who held my hand for 5 seconds I svuto the killer instinct to plant a pair of scissors in the middle of the front of my colleague. For nearly 40 minutes I had to listen to in his speeches without meaning, while puking and I spit phrases scattered throughout his wickedness. Then he deflated like a balloon, I breathed .. I could not get my hands dirty killing her, I can not even speak, because it would be wasting your voice.
beautiful time of shit. I feel the tension all over ... the degree of shit, I hano affiabiato against an external reviewer with balls ... I asked the teacher to whom the argument before asking Boschini .. luckily that has been over a year ... you remember me? ? a bitch is incredible .. one that puts you in trouble .. just looking at a half-way between the Letizzietto and Satan .... BUT WHY 'ALL ME ?????????????? ?????????
And then all of my expectations, I'm fucking party, dress like shit, the hairdresser, her purse, then surely it is raining or are sick and voiceless ..
but who made me do?? Reggio hate, hate this thesis, I hate my degree, I hate hate hate .. and I do not feel I could do it .. not .. stand the fellow and the last 7 days ...
tomorrow dedicated to speech ..
Saturday hairdresser ..
speech Sunday ...
and then shit!
today I lost 2 hours of my time behind preziosisissimo that asshole of my prof who did not even come forward.
had only to sign the dissertation and the disk and has seen fit not to come to the reception. Tomorrow, I took a day off just for being close saga what the hell is he?? is not ... is not present, does not warn anyone !!!!!
thief .. but damn if you do not bill tomorrow are fucking! The argument goes afarsi bless the bucket and fuck me .. another 1400 € loi not pull out because of him!
The thesis is a shit sucks, I read more and more I'm sick ... I could develop it much better to work on certain aspects deepening .... but holy God, but he has ever read is fucking argument? 'cause I was never even suggested on theoretical one aspect that is basically what interests him and which he deals??
for him to find out that my discussion will be a visiting professor .. maybe .. I'll not even be able to speak before a commission that I know of one ...
thesis is that the fucking balls .. I'm really tired of everything and Reggio Emilia .. great gloss and little substance.
bell'università of shit ..
if there's no tomorrow I kill him with my hands ....
if I do not respond to mail the throttle .....
kill the last day ... when I'm home a lot, then I struggle to take back this weekend .. also why, in the end I did not do much ..
the argument is over .. not to do that relies heavily on its capacity, I read and put under the spell checker word .. from reading begins tomorrow and weighs the definition of something to say ... that day will be climbing on mirrors, but at least do well ..
.. that sleep when I sleep here, I can not stand to be hurt .. I'm sleeping after Easter, but at home the thoughts torment me, the obsession of the day I leave ... maybe one of these day I stop in Parma to find a place to organize the refreshments .. nothing dances, beviamoci a glass, but I do not want to massacre the Maronites in the disco!
single issue .... I'm getting more time passes, the more I say it is all a formality that will be ... .. fucking balls!
hate, hate, hate .......
and after graduation .. I'm ready for a treasure hunt?
mah ...
lalaurea bleahhh!! between all the things I do, there are also exercises the physical therapist, who after having put on the wall, I was literally put on all fours back .. I would never want to notice that on 10 I never trained my neck and I lost ... god saint heavy in my hands that are worse than those blue eyes ... .. I do the exercises I correct that misery .. I make no claim of paranoia when I meet people you must graduate with me and tells me about the loroimpegno writing, how they remained segregated in years home to look for books, papers bono god ... I ... I pasted copied, pasted, copied and pasted .. I do have pity! cmq April 24, will end all this anxiety ... to bad he has to go, I graduate I too .. not that I really want to bark, but can not get away .. at least I know what I pasted?? The setttimana studio next to me right now ... last day of stress .. then go to the gym tomorrow ..! bono God .... that sucks! while replying to advertisements ... I do not know if you change jobs, but I say ....
