An Onslaught Of GIFs Because I'm Stressed And Want To Rant

I'm having an absolute stress out over university modules and therefore have decided to content myself with a bit of fruitless ranting on here.

I would like to extend my sincere congratulations to the University of Tubingen, for being absolutely hopeless at providing any worthwhile information, and for being generally the most unhelpful institution known to mankind. 

I am sure that lack of organisation is something that all my friends have suffered from on their year abroad, so I'm perfectly confident that I am not alone and everyone else is nodding away furiously, perhaps even banging their fists on their desks and saying "right on sistah" (I'm 100% taking the mick now, just to clarify).

I'm seriously annoyed at the fact that I can't find anything relevant to help me pick my modules, which, just so you know, has to be done all in time for courses to start on Monday. Grand. In an effort to make myself feel better, I have been watching this gif for about ten minutes. It's helping, it's definitely helping.

In a somewhat desperate attempt to make that picture relevant to this post, and not just as an excuse to watch Matt Smith do the Drunk Giraffe over and over (and over and over and over and over again), I will ramble on.

I had hoped my semester abroad would be something like that: stupid, silly, hilarious,  (and preferably involving Matt Smith). Instead I have found it to be the most badly organised thing. Ever. 

Anyway. So now I'm like this:

(Can you tell I've FINALLY worked out how to put gifs in my blog?! WINNNNNNING)

Anyway, so this has sort of worked and I'm feeling a lot calmer now, even though I'm still super angry that there is NO help. Tubingen continues to be exceptionally beautiful, even though it rained today, but I have taken up eating out far too much and we've already found our regular bar haunt. Which is an issue, because they also sell cake...

Anyway, it is the most hipster bar of all time, where everyone sits around smoking whilst sipping some rhubarb flavoured thing, playing on their MacBooks, probably googling something really cool and indie. They're so indie, they probably don't use Google because it's too mainstream.

Meanwhile, we play Cluedo, thanks to the enormous collection of German board games. 

Sadly, I do not know the name of this bar, because it has too many letters and, like most of the German language, is wholly unpronounceable. 

Aside from that, we don't do much else, apart from eat organic ice cream (don't ask me why it's organic) and wander around. Oh, and I'm trying to get Chris through as much Doctor Who as is physically possible. Which leaves me like this:

And Chris probably like this: 

RANT OVER. BYEEEEEE