Feb 08, 2006 13:19
Damn that silly French neighbour. Recent developments have meant I now know (I think) that they don't actually get on. One of them is nice, one is the stupid hash guy. Mind you, last week if asked if I minded the smell. I caved like a bitch, But then, given that some of the people he seems to hang about with outside my room look like crimewatch photofits, I'm not one to cause too much of a fuss.
I think I'm going to have to give him my timetable. See, I have 8am starts. And I like to nap. What I don't like, is to be awoken by adoloscent boy guffawing and the lovely waft of illegal substances coming under my door and therefore waking me up. Unimpressed. Playing music loudly seems to get them away (or at least hides the sound of stupid boy laughs) but I really wish I knew what kind of music he DETESTED. However, the mix I hear from his room of James Blunt, Billie Piper, Maroon 5 and a healthy dose of derogatory French rap, makes this task pretty damn difficult.
In other news:
HAVE AWESOME TIMES FRASER!When you leave again? I'm thinking soon, yah?
I got me a placement. Now let's repeat over again people "I love commercial law, I love commerical law, I love commercial law..."
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