Francois! How can you not see it?

tilly and the wall-bad education, feist-mushaboom/inside and out

Its been a long week. (And even longer one next week.) I'll summarise.
1) Slept.
2) Listened in to ~11 hours of lectures that I missed through the audio archive online just so I dont get too far behind and also because of the exam that was coming up. Mainly did it because of the exam.
3) Sat for exam. (Passing would be an enormous achievement). Funny thing was, we were seated reaaally close to each other because of the small lecture hall in relative to the no. of students and the guy at the back kept saying 'Its so easy to cheat that even if we weren't cheating we would still be cheating.'...and many other loads of crap. Relatively hard, again, I just want to pass.
4) Ate.
5) I ended up going to the wrong lecture this morning. I was too lazy to check where the lecture actually was and assumed it was at the Economics & Commerce building. So I sat down, made myself comfortable, looked around for familiar faces but couldnt find any so I figured they were all coming in late. I saw a glimpse of the lecturer and went 'Yep, thats him' and just sat around. Then I noticed the slides were a bit off, and then it hit me. Cripes, slowly retreated and went out.
6)Practical classes feel like PJ. We just sit around and feel each others limbs, juust like PJ.

I was watching Trading Spouses. Its mindless entertainment is what it is. Who writes all these things?
(Bridged version)

Theres a baby spider in S's room. (keyword being baby)
Spouse:Francois! There's a giant spider in my room.
Francois: (comes in with huge knife and chopping board) Where is it? I dont see it.
S: Francois! How can you not see it? Its there! On the ceiling!
F: Where?
G: Francois! There!
Francois mistakes a speck of dirt for the spider and pokes it
G:Francois! Its there!
F: (Francois finds the baby spider and chops it up on the bed) See, its all in pieces now. You're alright.
G: Francois! I'm going to be sleeping on that bed!

What is this? they're like characters from Basil Fawlty.


I really have to go to the gym. I feel so sedentirical. (not a real word)