So last friday was the end of semester bash at the Curtin Tav. I happened to bump into my PhD tutor for geology, who unfortunately for me, is about 95kg of pure beefcake. AND he was plastered. He spotted me, pointed, screamed GEOLOGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! and proceeded to put me in a ‘loving’ headlock. I was sore for days.

I saw him tonight at the geology quiz night. He wouldn’t look at me, for what I can only assume is fear of public humiliation. Good thing I’m not on his bad side, I found out tonight he’s junior world champion in Tai Kwon Do. WIN