... of the emergency broadcast system.

Yes, it's my first post. And yes, it's utterly pointless and probably pretty dull. Oh well, at least you can't accuse a girl of not starting as she means to go on. Now, if only MSN would get its act together everything in the garden would be lovely, or lovely enough anyway. As it is, I'm pretty aggrieved. Damn you, MSN messenger.

Oh well... onwards and downwards.

... when it comes to making your day go fantastically or absolutely appallingly. Take today as a case in point, she said obviously.

There's something about my course-mates (well, around about 50% of them) which really pisses me off and I'm pretty sure I know why it is. It's because a lot of them are so goddamn petty. Well, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised when I'm trying to study with a group of people who steal photocopied handouts and, if the things are left on a table for us all to take, literally pounce on the things and rip them to pieces. Does this worry anyone else out there? Well, it should if you consider that the average age of people in the group is - wait for it - thirty-three years old, and that almost without exception it's the older students who do this. Yup. Thirty-three year olds descending on handouts like starving jackals on some innocent rotting carcass. It's terrifying.

(I'm beginning to wonder if they do this because they just can't be bothered to study, or take notes in class. Well, probably.)

Anyway, today's Example of Rampant Stupidity Guaranteed To Really Piss Laila Off concerned one of the mature students - and I use this term loosely - and myself. Long story short: we have to sign a register in all our classes. Among my heinous crimes against humanity I count 'having a large signature', and when signing my name a few squiggly loops crossed into the little box for someone else's signature. Said woman was so aggrieved that she cornered me at my desk and demanded to know how she was meant to sign her name now. She didn't seem too happy when I pointed out that she could just sign over the top of my squiggly loops. Yes, it's stupid. No, it shouldn't piss me off, but it does. Perhaps because it's symptomatic of so many other Examples of Rampant Stupidity by members of my class. Really, why do some of these people want to be nurses? I mean, aren't nurses supposed to be kind of patient and flexible? God help anyone who has the misfortune to be nursed by one of these women is all I can say.

Really scary fact: a lot of them have kids. I hate to think what they're like. Needless to say, a lot of them use the kids as excuses as to why they're constantly late for class, and reasons to leave early. I swear, some women think it's enough to say 'oh, but I've got children!' and everyone in else in the world will bend over backward to accommodate them...

Oh. And I tripped on the way to the computer cluster, but this doesn't bother me so much because I'm a complete klutz. If I got annoyed every time I injured myself through sheer stupidity I'd be constantly infuriated, so...

Now, hands up who's surprised to hear I'm feeling happy? Yes, I am a woman of parts. Well, I'm happy because I'm a complete geek and my current venture in Extreme Fangirlism (a ridiculously long, in-progress fanfiction which I'm posting on the ubiquitous fanfiction.net) is being well received. I don't get a lot of reviews for my fanfics, and I'm still giddy that not only do people seem to like my writing, but that the review history for my current work in progress has hit two pages. I've not managed that before.

Like I said, it's all about the little things.