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I dislike the fact the college doesn't give me money.
I like money. Alot
Anyone who would like to give me some, or a job that would mean money for me....you have my number, and I am waiting.
I have been bed-ridden for the past couple of days-actually ill-and not just the pretend ill when I can't be bothered going into college [cause I can] but more so the vommity ill where you are in bed all day reading matheson wishing for sweet sweet release from the puking the coughing and the general icky shiver/fever. I lived with a hot bottle and hot lemon. Hermit lifestyle FTW I beleive.
Anyway I'm in college, thinking about my personal statement and all the lovely things I could put on it. Most of it will sound like bullshit natrually but plucking at the very fibre of my being so the university I desire, well thats just fucking life isnt it?
Caledonian please.
The halls are lovely. And I have an open day there next week. Fuck aye.
German market opens soon, can't wait. AND me and Craig are going to chitty chitty bang bang. Fucking winners/losers-whatever.
This weekend: well I'm broke, and have an assesment next week-so as it stands
Its the gays birthday tonight and I'd very muchly like to go out-anyone who wants to give me money/booze/cigs/a place to stay....say now yes? This is rather imporant as the gay is only down like ONCE in a blue moon, and everyones out tonight and arg arg arg....id rather not have a night in ta.
Saturday...craig mc has invited me for gin in the gardens. So bus to town, gin with buchan craig, bus home. Free drink sounds nice. This will proberly fall through though.
x
I like money. Alot
Anyone who would like to give me some, or a job that would mean money for me....you have my number, and I am waiting.
I have been bed-ridden for the past couple of days-actually ill-and not just the pretend ill when I can't be bothered going into college [cause I can] but more so the vommity ill where you are in bed all day reading matheson wishing for sweet sweet release from the puking the coughing and the general icky shiver/fever. I lived with a hot bottle and hot lemon. Hermit lifestyle FTW I beleive.
Anyway I'm in college, thinking about my personal statement and all the lovely things I could put on it. Most of it will sound like bullshit natrually but plucking at the very fibre of my being so the university I desire, well thats just fucking life isnt it?
Caledonian please.
The halls are lovely. And I have an open day there next week. Fuck aye.
German market opens soon, can't wait. AND me and Craig are going to chitty chitty bang bang. Fucking winners/losers-whatever.
This weekend: well I'm broke, and have an assesment next week-so as it stands
Its the gays birthday tonight and I'd very muchly like to go out-anyone who wants to give me money/booze/cigs/a place to stay....say now yes? This is rather imporant as the gay is only down like ONCE in a blue moon, and everyones out tonight and arg arg arg....id rather not have a night in ta.
Saturday...craig mc has invited me for gin in the gardens. So bus to town, gin with buchan craig, bus home. Free drink sounds nice. This will proberly fall through though.
x