Le sigh, le weep, le gnashing of teeth. Also, picfic!
Silly boys. You do realize that losing to the team at the bottom of the Championship while being at the top of the Premiership is completely and utterly pathetic, yes? You'll have to crush Blackburn good to make up for this one. And preferably win everything else. Yes? *pets stupid, stupid boys*
In other news, there was a meeting this afternoon for all Nutrition students with two representatives of Dietitians of Canada. The college goes through an accreditation process every seven years, and lucky us get to be in on the process. Apparently the meeting yesterday turned into a big bitch session, so most of us went in determined to paint it in a much more positive colours. Of course, we brought up the things that need work (as in, they took out one semi-useless class, divided it into two completely useless classes and wonder why we don't like it), but we were very careful not to gripe. Our program is the best in the country, but it's only eight years old and still needs work. I only called Food Science 'useless' once. Maybe twice. But one of the DC women said 'You go, girl', so how could I refuse? She also made me qualify anything I said, so it wasn't me yelling and screaming about Ms Olive Oyl and her meat lectures. Which was tempting. But I was good and ate the banana bread they kept shoving at us ("Students need food!"). I'm really glad I went, now. Some of the things that the students currently going through their internship said made me realize how much I already know from other experiences etc. that I'll need in a few years. I've said it before, and I'll probably say it again, but I owe my summer job at camp a lot. Looooooooooooooove for camp! Plus, I found my wife. Beats the pants off any other job I've had, that's for sure. Hehheh, pants.
Now for a very belated birthday prent for the ever lovely leetje, who has been a very patient girl and is lovely and amazing and lovely. I think I said that already. Anyway. On with the show!
One day, Ronnie was admiring his reflection when he realized something terrible: he and Ruud hadn't had a post-goal snuggle in weeks!
He began to pout and vowed to set Ruud up for a goal the very next game.
So at the next match, he set up a shot for Ruud-
And he scored! Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Ruud cheered!
And cheered!
And cheered some more!
He cheered so hard he lost his head!
And Ronnie was happy too! Now they could have their snuggle!
But- wait a minute! He was supposed to be the first to snuggle! Not Scholes!
Ruud was very confused- where was Ronnie?
This wasn't Ronnie!
Or this!
Or even this!
And definitely not this.
Ronnie was so not impressed.
He saw an opening and dashed in to claim his snuggle!
Finally! Ruud was so relieved! They readied for the snuggle-
No, not you again!
At last, they had their snuggle! And a very nice snuggle it was.
And then they got naked.
The end!
Happy birthday, love! May you have a lovely year of beating up the other temps and generally being fabulous! <3<3<3!
Someone read my terrible fic! C'moooooooon! mrs_isaacs, leetje, mittelfeld, I'm looking at you! davidlovesgary needs love, too!
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And I should really be studying. Le sigh. I already know everything there is to know about fats and cholesterol, right? Feels like it... I'm probably one of the only people who has really, really used their IRP knowledge. Kind of to a ridiculous degree, actually. I win! And hopefully, so does Mario. I mean, am totally not a reality tv whore. Really. And I'm totally not going to go vote for Dancing with the Stars before I log off.
...
Shush, you.
In other news, there was a meeting this afternoon for all Nutrition students with two representatives of Dietitians of Canada. The college goes through an accreditation process every seven years, and lucky us get to be in on the process. Apparently the meeting yesterday turned into a big bitch session, so most of us went in determined to paint it in a much more positive colours. Of course, we brought up the things that need work (as in, they took out one semi-useless class, divided it into two completely useless classes and wonder why we don't like it), but we were very careful not to gripe. Our program is the best in the country, but it's only eight years old and still needs work. I only called Food Science 'useless' once. Maybe twice. But one of the DC women said 'You go, girl', so how could I refuse? She also made me qualify anything I said, so it wasn't me yelling and screaming about Ms Olive Oyl and her meat lectures. Which was tempting. But I was good and ate the banana bread they kept shoving at us ("Students need food!"). I'm really glad I went, now. Some of the things that the students currently going through their internship said made me realize how much I already know from other experiences etc. that I'll need in a few years. I've said it before, and I'll probably say it again, but I owe my summer job at camp a lot. Looooooooooooooove for camp! Plus, I found my wife. Beats the pants off any other job I've had, that's for sure. Hehheh, pants.
Now for a very belated birthday prent for the ever lovely leetje, who has been a very patient girl and is lovely and amazing and lovely. I think I said that already. Anyway. On with the show!
One day, Ronnie was admiring his reflection when he realized something terrible: he and Ruud hadn't had a post-goal snuggle in weeks!
He began to pout and vowed to set Ruud up for a goal the very next game.
So at the next match, he set up a shot for Ruud-
And he scored! Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Ruud cheered!
And cheered!
And cheered some more!
He cheered so hard he lost his head!
And Ronnie was happy too! Now they could have their snuggle!
But- wait a minute! He was supposed to be the first to snuggle! Not Scholes!
Ruud was very confused- where was Ronnie?
This wasn't Ronnie!
Or this!
Or even this!
And definitely not this.
Ronnie was so not impressed.
He saw an opening and dashed in to claim his snuggle!
Finally! Ruud was so relieved! They readied for the snuggle-
No, not you again!
At last, they had their snuggle! And a very nice snuggle it was.
And then they got naked.
The end!
Happy birthday, love! May you have a lovely year of beating up the other temps and generally being fabulous! <3<3<3!
Someone read my terrible fic! C'moooooooon! mrs_isaacs, leetje, mittelfeld, I'm looking at you! davidlovesgary needs love, too!
davidlovesgarydavidlovesgarydavidlovesgarydavidlovesgarydavidlovesgary
And I should really be studying. Le sigh. I already know everything there is to know about fats and cholesterol, right? Feels like it... I'm probably one of the only people who has really, really used their IRP knowledge. Kind of to a ridiculous degree, actually. I win! And hopefully, so does Mario. I mean, am totally not a reality tv whore. Really. And I'm totally not going to go vote for Dancing with the Stars before I log off.
...
Shush, you.