Five things you can do with an hour and thirty minutes.

#5
Not look for a park at UQ

#4
Not look for a park at UQ

#3
Not look for a park at UQ

#2
Not look for a park at UQ

#1
Spend it searching every fucking carpark in all of UQ for a single fucking carpark. Any carpark, I don't even care where it is, I WILL WALK FOR 20 MINUTES, I JUST WANT A PARK. The worst part is when we FOUND a park, but it was in some blue zoned section, rendering it completely useless to everyone except captain tosspot and his band of merry ass pirates who own blue zone permits. FUCK YOU UQ, BUILD MORE CARPARKS! No one should be subjected to an hour and a half of carpark searching. We missed the entire lecture for pete's sake! And now to attend our lecture on anger management(Seriously, thats what it's on.)

UQ. World Class Education (Just BYO Chair, desk and parking space)

You know somethings wrong in the world when you attend what's constantly touted as the best University in Queensland yet your lectures take place in a classroom smaller than your toilet with about fifty more people than should ever be in a toilet together at one time.

But sure, okay, I can deal with that, it makes the whole thing more intimate and involved, I'll just go take a seat at my desk so we can begin. Oh...whats that? No desks left? No seats either? And what do you mean my car has been towed because i spent 40 minutes looking for a park then gave up and left my car in the middle of the oval?

But the worst part of all? The final gust in this whirlwind of frustration and lies?

We can't get cans of coke for $1.90 here. Fuck.