Haiku happiness!
So yeah, another day spent working non-stop. Aaaand nothing to show for it. Gawd damn research. I started it at 11am, and went until 5 pm, and still wasn’t finished- and we’re talking preliminary research here, not even outline *dies* I hate you Kevin.
On that note…last night the girls of Sussex Four got a little silly and wrote some evil Haiku. Observe:
Kevin is a tool
He makes our lives a shit hole
Die Kevin die; love, us.
~Meredith and Sarah
‘Dip in and dip out’
You are on the ass-fish list
Danny’s on our side.
~moi, because he insists that we just ‘dip in and out’ of like seven hundred textbooks like that’s no big deal…and because we plan to have our pal Danny Morrison assassinate him.
Can we please go home?
No, says Kevin, write a book!
You get an F. Ha.
~Sarah
We have 20 books
Icing on the cake, my foot.
Dip in and dip out.
~Sarah/Meredith? Because he thinks that on top of the 800 textbooks we need to find our own sources to put the ‘icing on the cake’
Want to make some cash?
I don’t want to do this crap.
Bribery is great.
~Meredith
You have been banished
Belfast will be your new home
So ta-ta Kevin!
~Meredith
In case you haven’t noticed…we might be harbouring some slight animosity towards this man and his ‘bitch-ass paper’…just a slice.
Meredith, who rocks oh-so-hard, took it to a whole new level when she broke out the Limericks, watch out Kevin!
1.) In a class about some Irish troubles
Words disappear much like bubbles,
They go into thin air,
As if I really care!?!
Not another word rhymes here but nubbles
2.) This paper is insanely retarded
The prof. is not highly regarded
Instead of this booky
I think I’ll play hooky
The teacher will then be outsmarted
3.) There once was a Mr. Rafter
Who didn’t care what he said ‘till after
Some kids in a huddle
Pushed him into a puddle
And the students nearly died of laughter
And…to spice up the subject matter a little, a few more by the lovely Meredith:
About our favorite place in Dublin ^_^
There is a great place we call spar*
We’re so glad it’s not very far
If we want to make flan
We can just ask Hassan*
Except he’s probably out at the bar…
About the grossness of a hamburger-helpered pan:
There is a gross pan in the sink
By morning I hope it won’t stink
It will only get worse
And then I will curse
I’ll be mad and my cheeks will turn pink
The fame of Niyati’s Ginger tea:
There is a drink we call ginger tea
We drink it and so happy are we
Stuff goes into a pot
And now look what we’ve got!
It makes us go me me me me!*
There’s a girl named Niyati Desai
On Friday I think I will cry
Remember ‘hey you’re my friend’*
Our good times won’t end
Its sad but we must say goodbye.
Our beloved Sarah- who leaves us in two days!:
There is a blonde girl we call Sarah
She is as cute as a bear-a
She’s good at haiku
She might write one for you
She’s better at English than Lera*
Obscure reference notes, as marked by an *:
Spar: Our favorite little convenience store, to which we make a daily pilgrimage at least once
Hassan: The manager of said Spar who knows our names, invites us to parties, and trusts us enough to write IOU’s when we don’t have cash
Memememe: From those awful G.I. Joe dubbed things I thought I’d escaped- Meredith and Niyati are obsessed
‘hey, you’re my friend’: See above, edited from ‘hey, you’re not my friend’
Lera: Our Russian housemate
In conclusion, Meredith rocks my world, Kevin tries to ruin it, and now that I’m completely addicted to Haiku, I’ve decided to make it my little live journal trademark ‘thing’ to try to write you a haiku about my day in each entry ^_^ bwahahahaha.
On that note…last night the girls of Sussex Four got a little silly and wrote some evil Haiku. Observe:
Kevin is a tool
He makes our lives a shit hole
Die Kevin die; love, us.
~Meredith and Sarah
‘Dip in and dip out’
You are on the ass-fish list
Danny’s on our side.
~moi, because he insists that we just ‘dip in and out’ of like seven hundred textbooks like that’s no big deal…and because we plan to have our pal Danny Morrison assassinate him.
Can we please go home?
No, says Kevin, write a book!
You get an F. Ha.
~Sarah
We have 20 books
Icing on the cake, my foot.
Dip in and dip out.
~Sarah/Meredith? Because he thinks that on top of the 800 textbooks we need to find our own sources to put the ‘icing on the cake’
Want to make some cash?
I don’t want to do this crap.
Bribery is great.
~Meredith
You have been banished
Belfast will be your new home
So ta-ta Kevin!
~Meredith
In case you haven’t noticed…we might be harbouring some slight animosity towards this man and his ‘bitch-ass paper’…just a slice.
Meredith, who rocks oh-so-hard, took it to a whole new level when she broke out the Limericks, watch out Kevin!
1.) In a class about some Irish troubles
Words disappear much like bubbles,
They go into thin air,
As if I really care!?!
Not another word rhymes here but nubbles
2.) This paper is insanely retarded
The prof. is not highly regarded
Instead of this booky
I think I’ll play hooky
The teacher will then be outsmarted
3.) There once was a Mr. Rafter
Who didn’t care what he said ‘till after
Some kids in a huddle
Pushed him into a puddle
And the students nearly died of laughter
And…to spice up the subject matter a little, a few more by the lovely Meredith:
About our favorite place in Dublin ^_^
There is a great place we call spar*
We’re so glad it’s not very far
If we want to make flan
We can just ask Hassan*
Except he’s probably out at the bar…
About the grossness of a hamburger-helpered pan:
There is a gross pan in the sink
By morning I hope it won’t stink
It will only get worse
And then I will curse
I’ll be mad and my cheeks will turn pink
The fame of Niyati’s Ginger tea:
There is a drink we call ginger tea
We drink it and so happy are we
Stuff goes into a pot
And now look what we’ve got!
It makes us go me me me me!*
There’s a girl named Niyati Desai
On Friday I think I will cry
Remember ‘hey you’re my friend’*
Our good times won’t end
Its sad but we must say goodbye.
Our beloved Sarah- who leaves us in two days!:
There is a blonde girl we call Sarah
She is as cute as a bear-a
She’s good at haiku
She might write one for you
She’s better at English than Lera*
Obscure reference notes, as marked by an *:
Spar: Our favorite little convenience store, to which we make a daily pilgrimage at least once
Hassan: The manager of said Spar who knows our names, invites us to parties, and trusts us enough to write IOU’s when we don’t have cash
Memememe: From those awful G.I. Joe dubbed things I thought I’d escaped- Meredith and Niyati are obsessed
‘hey, you’re my friend’: See above, edited from ‘hey, you’re not my friend’
Lera: Our Russian housemate
In conclusion, Meredith rocks my world, Kevin tries to ruin it, and now that I’m completely addicted to Haiku, I’ve decided to make it my little live journal trademark ‘thing’ to try to write you a haiku about my day in each entry ^_^ bwahahahaha.