fingers into my eyes
the library on a sunday is actually what i imagine purgatory to be like.
seriously. revising for finals in this heat? I ENJOY THE LIBRARY. please. help.
but it is fun. all those people who you'd rather avoid, or those you'd rather not, they're all here in splendid glory. the girls are funny because they dress up for the library. it's all, little skirts and total uncomfertable attires. then the boys are flapping around in their flips, and large trousers which go swish swish swish, and no-one gets any work done because the smelly boy who does architecture hasn't washed his clothes, himself, or his dreads, for several months now. if you see both 'emily stranger than dawson creek' and then 'holly mcclaine with more the kooks' in the space of five minutes then you're definitely in the wonderful land of twenty-four hour openings. then there is the terrfic amount of males who obviously aren't taking to well of multi-tasking; the combination of a long bank-holiday weekend and upcoming exams are playing table tennis with their priorities and so eventually then end up mixing the two in some kind of alcohol fuelled bender of scholarific proportions. whereas i am of perfectly sound mind and body, although being allergic to straw, even in the middle of sheffield, isn't that great. could be worse though. to surmise my last few days;
wednesday return from leeds and the throne of antiquity, thursday revise all day and then fuzz all night, including appreciation of 'duality', that kid who looked like a axl rose throwback wondering around all night not enjoying straightedge and who was on mushrooms, lots of thumbs-up and avoiding SNAKEY BLOODY B [argh], and finally fighting with broken cheeks [not me] and chipped teeth [also not me], friday was revising and beating edward the third on pro evo with the mighty mighty in-ger-lund then in the evening a wonderful time of videos on my recently acquired combinational device, saturday was the wonderful home bargains on the moor with fi and the even better mario party 7 on the gamecube [WITH A MICROPHONE!] and today is in here losing half of my body weight due to the heat and then later some xmans shall duel in a mutant fashion. the only reason i am alive right now is to avenge the kitchens slow demise into the realms of veganicity and also due to the wonderful people at twinings who make wonderfully better beverages. my hairs really short and i don't like it but we have a tent and i think i'm going to get some SIQ new ink and by that i don't mean a slipknot 's' [alas] rather a shark. some girl has just walked into the computer room wearing a scarf and fashionable or not i feel the need to inquire as to her sanity. also the new england shirt is like ten pounds from sports soccer. amazing.
seriously. revising for finals in this heat? I ENJOY THE LIBRARY. please. help.
but it is fun. all those people who you'd rather avoid, or those you'd rather not, they're all here in splendid glory. the girls are funny because they dress up for the library. it's all, little skirts and total uncomfertable attires. then the boys are flapping around in their flips, and large trousers which go swish swish swish, and no-one gets any work done because the smelly boy who does architecture hasn't washed his clothes, himself, or his dreads, for several months now. if you see both 'emily stranger than dawson creek' and then 'holly mcclaine with more the kooks' in the space of five minutes then you're definitely in the wonderful land of twenty-four hour openings. then there is the terrfic amount of males who obviously aren't taking to well of multi-tasking; the combination of a long bank-holiday weekend and upcoming exams are playing table tennis with their priorities and so eventually then end up mixing the two in some kind of alcohol fuelled bender of scholarific proportions. whereas i am of perfectly sound mind and body, although being allergic to straw, even in the middle of sheffield, isn't that great. could be worse though. to surmise my last few days;
wednesday return from leeds and the throne of antiquity, thursday revise all day and then fuzz all night, including appreciation of 'duality', that kid who looked like a axl rose throwback wondering around all night not enjoying straightedge and who was on mushrooms, lots of thumbs-up and avoiding SNAKEY BLOODY B [argh], and finally fighting with broken cheeks [not me] and chipped teeth [also not me], friday was revising and beating edward the third on pro evo with the mighty mighty in-ger-lund then in the evening a wonderful time of videos on my recently acquired combinational device, saturday was the wonderful home bargains on the moor with fi and the even better mario party 7 on the gamecube [WITH A MICROPHONE!] and today is in here losing half of my body weight due to the heat and then later some xmans shall duel in a mutant fashion. the only reason i am alive right now is to avenge the kitchens slow demise into the realms of veganicity and also due to the wonderful people at twinings who make wonderfully better beverages. my hairs really short and i don't like it but we have a tent and i think i'm going to get some SIQ new ink and by that i don't mean a slipknot 's' [alas] rather a shark. some girl has just walked into the computer room wearing a scarf and fashionable or not i feel the need to inquire as to her sanity. also the new england shirt is like ten pounds from sports soccer. amazing.