And ever since I woke up I felt the net was lifting me out of the sea....
Where to begin!?
The day was so not what I had previously expected. SOme thoughts intruded, but for the most part I was VASTLY entertained today.
First of all, the taxi driver on the way there had radio ulster on, which, as we all know, is a big load of bollocks, except today the dude that was on MADE A BIG MISTAKE which both I and the taxi driver, who had previously not been speaking, loled at.
The subject was how rubbish students are in residential areas and how they fuck shit up and pee on things. Basically. Anyway this guy asks his student guest, "Well Sheila, do you pee up driveways?!....I mean, does your boyfriend?..." Taxi driver and Charley: "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Then, being all Irish and all, the next radio guy came on and mocked the previous one on air for being a twat and quoted "you asked a GIRL if she peed up driveways.....If she PEED UP DRIVEWAYS." Heee.
(By the way I love Travis)
Anyway, I had yet to know this was only the BEGINNING of my fun day. :-D
After a half hour wait for my appintment, I talked to Jim, who was a natterer. I love natterers because when I'm in the spotlight I love to hear other people speak about themselves. His advice, which really for the most part was pretty good (except for one thing), went on for about an hour and a half. He repeated alot and he was right, I have been concentrating on academic crap up to now, he said this time is about me and only me and it's my time to find interests that I never had time for before. He said I should take mini breaks (hee a job advisor!), explore myself (I swear if he'd said it one more time I would have giggled) and at the very end.......: get this christmas job in currys. I nearly burst out laughing. And said no. Vehemently. I'd rather lick Big G's face all over than do that thanks (oh god, that imagery was too strong for me, blergh).
Anyway, after he was 15 mins late for his next appointment because we were talking about Classics and badminton and cycling (dude, I can still distract like a motherfudger), I decided not to go wandering round in the rain and got a taxi to not-quite-home with the most awesome taxi driver ever, who laughed at my jokes. A car then tried to run me over AND FAILED BWAHA, and I had a nap of restfulness with no stupid dreams and got up to eat the rest of ma cold pizza numnum.
They're back tomorrow :-( Adaptation is here. If only it had arrived when it was bloody supposed to *shakes fist*
Ring the whore? Or ring my whore? Hum.....
Must stop giggling inappropriately.
)0(
The day was so not what I had previously expected. SOme thoughts intruded, but for the most part I was VASTLY entertained today.
First of all, the taxi driver on the way there had radio ulster on, which, as we all know, is a big load of bollocks, except today the dude that was on MADE A BIG MISTAKE which both I and the taxi driver, who had previously not been speaking, loled at.
The subject was how rubbish students are in residential areas and how they fuck shit up and pee on things. Basically. Anyway this guy asks his student guest, "Well Sheila, do you pee up driveways?!....I mean, does your boyfriend?..." Taxi driver and Charley: "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Then, being all Irish and all, the next radio guy came on and mocked the previous one on air for being a twat and quoted "you asked a GIRL if she peed up driveways.....If she PEED UP DRIVEWAYS." Heee.
(By the way I love Travis)
Anyway, I had yet to know this was only the BEGINNING of my fun day. :-D
After a half hour wait for my appintment, I talked to Jim, who was a natterer. I love natterers because when I'm in the spotlight I love to hear other people speak about themselves. His advice, which really for the most part was pretty good (except for one thing), went on for about an hour and a half. He repeated alot and he was right, I have been concentrating on academic crap up to now, he said this time is about me and only me and it's my time to find interests that I never had time for before. He said I should take mini breaks (hee a job advisor!), explore myself (I swear if he'd said it one more time I would have giggled) and at the very end.......: get this christmas job in currys. I nearly burst out laughing. And said no. Vehemently. I'd rather lick Big G's face all over than do that thanks (oh god, that imagery was too strong for me, blergh).
Anyway, after he was 15 mins late for his next appointment because we were talking about Classics and badminton and cycling (dude, I can still distract like a motherfudger), I decided not to go wandering round in the rain and got a taxi to not-quite-home with the most awesome taxi driver ever, who laughed at my jokes. A car then tried to run me over AND FAILED BWAHA, and I had a nap of restfulness with no stupid dreams and got up to eat the rest of ma cold pizza numnum.
They're back tomorrow :-( Adaptation is here. If only it had arrived when it was bloody supposed to *shakes fist*
Ring the whore? Or ring my whore? Hum.....
Must stop giggling inappropriately.
)0(