Exam Results day!
So today is quite a contrast from yesterday, where I just sat on my computer listening to either really depressing or really weird songs like In the Hot Hot Rays by Fleet Foxes or Apres Moi by Regina Spektor. I love that woman. I listen to her songs which have that really weird Russian feel to it, and feel like I've just been dipped by my ankle into the river of Brilliance.
However, I digress. My phone's been ringing off the hook with my mother's students calling to say, "I got an A in my Biology!" or something. She's realy happy, all of those who were U students before they came to her are now coming back with an A. It's crazy. Alex, my brother got in to City of London University, he almost got into UCL but he needed all As and he got one B.
So now she's decided to celebrate, she phoned her good friend Pat. She always speaks so loudly when talking to friends or relatives. I heard her conversation in the next room, a conversation which normally starts out as,
"Hey! Heeeeeeeeey! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey (her reverting to her Nigerian accent when talking to relatives) !"
So she wants to take me to the Perseverance (our local pub) to celebrate, where Pat's husband's band is playing. The George used to be Wraysbury's local, but the new landlord doesn't know how to run it, so it's all gone a bit downhill. He's tried to revive it by putting curry on the menu, but come on, curry? I love the stuff but...it's just not working. Shame really.
Now that exam's are over, Mother now has one more obstacle to overcome...
THE BIRDS!!!
Yes, that's true African eccentricity for you. The pigeons keep flying over our swimmig pool, thinkng it's one giant birdbath, and leaving their mark of appreciation in the form of feathers and feces. Mother's gone crazy now, she even bought a starter's pistol to scare them away...But she's impulsive like that. For example, yesterday she asked me if I wanted a badminton kit. I told her sure, why not? She promptly went out of the door, drove to Argos and bloody bought one! It's really useful, especially when I wanted a new sewing machine. I didn't even ask for one. SHE OFFERED!
So now I am once again glued to my laptop, writing, listening to Gogol Bordello. I don't care how many of my friends say they suck. They are AMAZING! Infact, it would be racist to say otherwise. *jokes*
So long, let them eat cake etc.
Bbeatscheese
However, I digress. My phone's been ringing off the hook with my mother's students calling to say, "I got an A in my Biology!" or something. She's realy happy, all of those who were U students before they came to her are now coming back with an A. It's crazy. Alex, my brother got in to City of London University, he almost got into UCL but he needed all As and he got one B.
So now she's decided to celebrate, she phoned her good friend Pat. She always speaks so loudly when talking to friends or relatives. I heard her conversation in the next room, a conversation which normally starts out as,
"Hey! Heeeeeeeeey! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey (her reverting to her Nigerian accent when talking to relatives) !"
So she wants to take me to the Perseverance (our local pub) to celebrate, where Pat's husband's band is playing. The George used to be Wraysbury's local, but the new landlord doesn't know how to run it, so it's all gone a bit downhill. He's tried to revive it by putting curry on the menu, but come on, curry? I love the stuff but...it's just not working. Shame really.
Now that exam's are over, Mother now has one more obstacle to overcome...
THE BIRDS!!!
Yes, that's true African eccentricity for you. The pigeons keep flying over our swimmig pool, thinkng it's one giant birdbath, and leaving their mark of appreciation in the form of feathers and feces. Mother's gone crazy now, she even bought a starter's pistol to scare them away...But she's impulsive like that. For example, yesterday she asked me if I wanted a badminton kit. I told her sure, why not? She promptly went out of the door, drove to Argos and bloody bought one! It's really useful, especially when I wanted a new sewing machine. I didn't even ask for one. SHE OFFERED!
So now I am once again glued to my laptop, writing, listening to Gogol Bordello. I don't care how many of my friends say they suck. They are AMAZING! Infact, it would be racist to say otherwise. *jokes*
So long, let them eat cake etc.
Bbeatscheese