men and their....
as a very odd term approaches its final week, - thank god -, exhaustion is setting in, deadlines are approaching, and...men are w*nking behind the boarding house. life is complete. what better way to end what can only be described as a very bizarre term, than the cops showing up at the front door as the kitchen staff had a very nasty surprise when they went to leave the house today. apparantly knowing that there were 60 teenage girls in the house, was too much for him and as a result he got caught with his trousers down, literally. the matrons have since gone round and warned everyone to make sure their blinds are fully down before getting changed, so as to avoid a repeat incident. i really don't understand the men that do this, and it's not as if it's the first time this has happened, i think the majority of us have had someone do it outside their boarding house here at least twice during our time here. i still want to know how the one at glenlee managed to get over the very pointy, reasonably high railing with his pants around his ankles and still manage to avoid a masty injury, shown by the fact he promptly went and repeated his actions outside st mags before finally getting caught.
spoke to my mum today, as if i wasn't home sick enough, it's taking longer than i'd like to get used to this whole, 'my mum now lives abroad' thing, apaz turkey is amazing, she's having a great time, our cats however are apparantly somewhere in greece, i think she's not telling me something, as everytime i ask her about when they're arriving, it's always, 'oh, in a few days', so i think they may have died in transit, plus she's lied to me about this stuff before, like when our last cat was 'at the vet' for about a year before i finally clicked as to what had happened, so all in all today has been a crappy end to a crappy week. god, i sound so depressed, me thinks i have been listening to too much death cab for cutie....
spoke to my mum today, as if i wasn't home sick enough, it's taking longer than i'd like to get used to this whole, 'my mum now lives abroad' thing, apaz turkey is amazing, she's having a great time, our cats however are apparantly somewhere in greece, i think she's not telling me something, as everytime i ask her about when they're arriving, it's always, 'oh, in a few days', so i think they may have died in transit, plus she's lied to me about this stuff before, like when our last cat was 'at the vet' for about a year before i finally clicked as to what had happened, so all in all today has been a crappy end to a crappy week. god, i sound so depressed, me thinks i have been listening to too much death cab for cutie....