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Apr 26, 2008 23:28


There is an evil second year bitch from my college sitting in the corridor talking on the phone. Normally I would have no problem with this, but it's nearly 11:30 and she's not even from this corridor. Bitch. She's the next door neighbour's girlfriend and when I asked her to stop talking nearly ten minutes ago she wouldn't. I got our RA Sef to ask her. She didn't. Came back in here and resignedly asked her how long it would be. That should have been enough cue for anyone to Stop. Talking.

Now she has. I will be getting the phone removed. This is not the first time this has happened. If someone wants to make a bloody call they can either go downstairs or go to their own corridor.

PEOPLE AT MY COLLEGE ARE FUCKING IDIOTS.

They use Sanctuary's (name of my corridor) phone and they use out bathrooms. And you know what? They leave them in an absolute mess. There is piss all over the toliet seat, and some asshole manages to flood one of them. We have four cubicle type rooms each with a shower, sink, and toilet. All but one of them loos is unusable for us girls because we have to sit down. And it's definitely guys who are doing it, because the ones who bother to lift the seat up get piss all over the porcelain.

And even worse are the people from Dungeon (corridor opposite Sanctuary) because they have no power points in their bathrooms. So the stupid girls come across and use our bathrooms to straighten their hair.

Attn idiots: IT IS NOT YOUR BATHROOM, THEREFORE YOU WILL NOT USE IT WHEN THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE THE RIGHTFUL USE OF THE BATHROOM ACTUALLY NEED TO PEE/TAKE A SHOWER. YOU WILL DO IT AT A TIME THAT NO ONE IS AROUND SO WE DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR STUPID, VAPID, SHALLOW AND RETARDED SORRY ASSES.

Attn idiots who actually live on Sanctuary: Do you guys ever sleep? Because you're making noise at twenty to twelve, and you've made noise up until three in the goddamn morning before. See, I like my sleep, and three times a week I have lectures at eight in the morning. This requires me to get up at seven, seven fifteen at the latest. I CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT T LEAST SEVEN HOURS OF BLESSED SLEEP FOR VERY LONG. DO YOU SEE MY PROBLEM!!!!!!

attn idiot who obviously hates pool: STOP RIPPING THE TIPS OFF THE POOL CUES!!! YOU SUCK. I WANT TO PLAY, AND I CAN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE A RETARDED ASSMONKEY WITH DELUSIONS.

attn idiots who live on second floor: Learn to walk quietly. Also, guy who lives above me? You're hall President. Act like it.

Attn guy I like: GET THE MESSAGE WOULD YOU!

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I'm done now. That was rather therapeutic.

Oh wait...nah, that shite with the idiots from the nue-forum-OMG is not rant worthy. It's just sad. They think that we'll believe they're birkids. Um, No.

Have been helping out in the hall kitchens after lunch just as a random thing that kinda happened. Joyce the kitchen lady was a little overwhelmed and we (me and Caitlin) offered a hand. We did all of the plates and cutlery (for like 70 people) by ourselves on Friday. Because of this, we've quite probably got jobs next year should we want them.

Flights are booked for me to go home during semester break. Spending fifteen days up there - and will have to somehow manage not to kill my mother. Brother has his restricted license and a girlfriend, so I don't expect to see much of him. Haven't said more than a few words to him since I came down here, but that's because he doesn't want to talk to his icky older sister.

Dad's in Timor on deployment. For three months. In the middle of nowhere, he's got faster net than me. On the other hand, I have faster net than my mum or my brother. Anyway, have email from him. Not too interesting, but there's not much that I can say back, because I haven't been doing much.

And on the other hand, I've been rather busy, what with the whole fic writing and fic critting and fic posting (for maximumwriters). Well, there would be more postage if the thing was working.

Anzac day was yesterday. And I just realised that I did an Anzac day post last year. So I've been on here for a year, and I didn't even notice. Huh!

Mai

blather, uni

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