Our second installment of Sleepy Notes is here- A Thrill Feature where we ask you for your notes, learn that you’re wasting your time and sleeping through your education. Good one guys.
We’ve all been there. Last class on Friday after pulling an all-nighter, sitting in your awkwardly small, wooden desk in Ascension, your propped-up hand acting as the only thing that keeps your crusty-eyed, drool-mouthed face from using your notebook as a pillow. You take another long sip of your lukewarm coffee, pinch the bridge of your nose until you draw blood, trying to focus on the lesson, and by the class’s end, you can’t remember if you went over conjugation of irregular French verbs or micro-theory or historic matriarchal societies. All you have are your notes, which might look something like this…
Why take notes when you can have a jellyfish declare its love for Amanda Palmer?
More sleepy notes after the jump!
Note the beautiful progression here: the notes never lose their calligraphy-esque clarity, but the note-taker devolves from asking deeply frustrated, probing questions such as “What the fuck is a trancept!?” (see: top left) to an unabashed declaration of their dismay (see: “IDGAF”). This aggravation is further heightened by the wonderful juxtaposition of the circled profanity-acronym and the floral adornment.
And now, a rousing game of “What the Hell Was I Writing?”
“Female seas secrete sacraments of feral”
“Who judges the stuff? Like, appointment?”
You COULD focus on the five common causes of brain damage, but then you’d miss the important stuff, like swirlies and flowers and doodles that were probably supposed to be stars.
Come on, sweetie, let’s have a nap.
Coherent enough to write song lyrics (see: top left)