The Boys (and Girls) Are Back In Town

Im used to a laptop screen too!!

Anxhela A

Welcome back, folks! It’s a brand new semester with brand new challenges awaiting you. Winter, who also went away for the break, is back with a vengeance, ready to wake you up for those 8am classes. Does it get any better than this???

Yes. Yes, it does. It gets a whole lot better than this. In fact, it WAS a whole lot better than this. Just last week, actually, where the earliest I woke up was 2pm and the most thinking I did was deciding which show to watch on Netflix. Unfortunately, as with everything good in life (chocolate cake, summer, ice cream, chips, pizza, hanging out with friends), our winter break came to an end and we’re thrown back into the chaos that is university.

Second semester isn’t as scary as the first –  we know our way around campus now – but it’s still pretty terrifying to someone…

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Just Three Little Words and I’m Yours

WANT THIS TO HAPPEN FOR GRADE 12 CALCULUS

Anxhela A

“Lecture is cancelled.”

This morning I woke up to the most beautiful email I’ve ever gotten. My class was cancelled today. Yes it was because my professor is sick (feel better prof!) but I can’t say I’m too upset about that. After all, I got to catch up on some much needed sleep and have time to do some extra work too. That was really useful to a busy time of the year such as this.

It’s almost the end of the semester (where has the time gone?) and time is moving faster than ever. My days have looked the same:

• wake up
• stumble to class
• attempt to stay awake
• stumble home
• nap
• wake up disoriented from nap, craving another nap to get over my nap
• start work
• work until 1-2 am
• sleep
• repeat

Not very interesting, I know, but what else do you expect from a university student at…

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Transfers, Contracts, and BR.

So, its transfer window soon in January, and most of our significant targets are going for free like Konoplyanka.

also, Shaqiri is talking about how much he wants to come to Liverpool

And despite my doubts, everything seems to be falling into place, right?

WRONG.

Basically, this transfer window is going to be a nightmare for me, the absolute fear of Stevie leaving for Mancini IS UNBEARABLE, i cant even imagine losing our soul, the only good thing in our club right now, I don’t know how I would deal with it. I just need to know that a loved legend would never leave his club.

Well shit. Fat Frank. You had too, didn’t you?

Anyway, its hard because i know that BR will screw everything up with transfers like he did this summer (except for moreno)

LOOOOOKKKK THEY HUGGED THEY HUGGED WHAT A FATHER SON MOMENT

I don’t want to sack BR but he’s lost us points, screwed up transfer windows, messed up positions, treated our players like dogs, and plays the same team no matter how many countless times we fail.

Ughhh. This is mostly a gif post bc i dont wanna write and gifs are the best. YNWA Reds

International Break.

Synonym: Injuries.

Possibly two of my greatest hatreds are either one, Roy Hodgson, or two INJURIES. International break combines both in one painful, painful week.

Not only does international break seem to come right after we ‘begin’ to get our momentum back

WHICH SEEMS TO ALWAYS HAPPEN. ALWAYS.

Roy Hodgson seems to demand our best players as well, not only does he actually get them he injures them. He literally reminds me of that one kid in daycare that if you let them borrow one toy, he snaps the head off. Or leg really in this case. Not only that he begins to demand our premium toy (Daniel Sturridge) who’s glue is still drying. When this came to my attention,  i wasn’t very surprised because that is the typical international break woe, but it did please me to relate this magnificent gif to his reaction.

really, that was the best, don’t pick up his calls Brendan! You keep Daniel safe!  (Another gif i love that compares the two worst managers in the world)

Okay, this is now a rant of rage  page dedicated to International Break and Managers. #sorrynotsorry

First of all, managers are literally the second worst part of watching football for me, after Jose Mourinho and refs of course, because they act like they are watching a different game than whats going on. Yes Brendan Rodgers, even though we all know that Balo is like sixteen thousand time better with another striker playing in a diamond formation, lets put him as a lone striker, and SCREW THE DIAMOND!

NO.

NO.

FOR GOD’S SAKE HELL NO. (irony)

Did this man not watch last season and well, this season? Our best formation has been, and always will be, the diamond. Why, why do you not think of that? You were a hero last year for creating that AND YOU’RE NOT DOING IT AGAIN. WHY?!

Also, substitutes and destroying Mario’s confidence, nice going BR.

Another manager that makes me want to rip my hair out/smash the TV  is the “Special One” himself.

There are not enough gifs to explain this hatred i have i just.

AAAAARGH. Hate his guts. Well that’s the end basically. YNWA Reds.

 

 

Sterling…

smh today.

P for Procrastination

THIS IS HILARIOUS

Anxhela A

The honeymoon period of university is officially over, marked by my handing in of my first assignment. I’m relaxed until I look at my calendar for the upcoming three days…weeks…months. I’m bombarded with tests, quizzes, assignments, and readings. The words “due date” appear in my nightmares as live, menacing creatures that I can’t run away from. In an ideal world, I get down to work, cracking open the books and draining my pens of ink. In reality, my actions resemble this more than anything:

When faced with a daunting list of things to do, my first instinct is to ignore its existence and watch Sons of Anarchy instead.

(Don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t flush your academic career down the toilet for him. Liars.)

Unfortunately, that is possibly the worst way to deal with all of the things I have to get done. Procrastination is no longer just…

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Twats, Twats Everywhere.

You’ve probably been sitting at home, with a nice cup of tea watching Chelsea vs Burnley when all of a sudden you hear cries of Ste Gerrard Gerrard, can pass the ball 40 yards. But then as you listen closely you actually here the f*cking rentboys singing that instead of passing the ball 40 yards ‘slippy g’ slipped on his arse. And then you smash your TV with your Steven Gerrard waterbottle sitting on your Steven Gerrard tablecloth because really every Liverpool fan IS IN LOVE WITH STEVEN GEORGE GERRARD. Hearing these 3rd place assholes singing the song makes you want to scream and to anybody who ever sings that dreaded slipping song, as Spencer says in this magnificent gif, DIIEEEE.

I hate and will always hate somebody who makes fun of my dear Steven Gerrard. They will apologize, well some might.  NO YOU ARE MOST NOT WELCOME HERE. TWAT. YNWA Reds.

Luis Suarez

This topic has been relatively sensitive but I want to talk about it

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Everyone needs to face the fact that Luis Suarez is GONE and we shouldn’t be missing him. He was going to be banned anyway. He was trouble and all he had in mind for Liverpool was using us as a stepping stone to go to La Liga. There isn’t a doubt that Liverpool didn’t leave something on him. Once you are a Liverpool player (that isn’t complete shite aka iago aspas and victor moses)

Luis Suarez was someone that made me cry with happiness when he scored but also cry with pain when he missed. Or when he disappeared in big games. We will get over it like we did with Micheal Judas Cunt Owen or Fernando Dumb Shite Torres. YNWA Reds.

Post – Derby Pain

The 93 minutes of football that I watched yesterday was excruciating.

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It was absolute torture as we just cant seem to get the flow of last year. Some may say it was Suarez (who got unbelievably fat lately almost Luke Shaw fat) I say it was bringing in so many new players and Simon Mignolet. SIMON, SIMON, SIMON. He has lost so many goalkeeping skills its painful, and worth a laugh, really. And If I could describe my emotions throughout the game it was this.

so much pain.

When Stevie scored it was mixed emotions, i was bursting with excitement but kinda pissed it took so long for us to score. And so my celebration at first was muted.  but then I just… well……

..yesssss we SCOOOOORRRRREEEEDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The rest of the game was hell and for many reasons. One was that we seemed to be physically unable to score, the other was that our defence was shit, and the last one is that BR  was just completely being idiotic as he took of Balo and put on Lambert late in the game. We are only 1-0 up in a derby, our defence is shite in a box, and we almost allllwwayyss concede last minute but instead of putting on a DM he puts on a slow striker. GREEATT.

 

When Everton scored i was just… shellshocked. and I quite literally was falling apart as I have literally had enough of the way we have been shitting on the pitch so far this season. But I’m not a twat, or a cunt. Im always going to support Liverpool, thats no doubt . YNWA Reds.

Perks Of Being A Wallflower will always be my favourite.