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i am really looking forward to the end of term, especially as the number of projects is piling up daily. It's almost like they are punishing those of us who are foolish enough to go to lectures. So much to do, so little enjoyment.
Not that this is what is really bothering me, its hayfever that pisses me off the most. Its been 3 years now, and it still gets me. I look forward to the sunshine, and well this is what i get. Its just so typically British that we get spend most of the year moaning about the weather, only to get hayfever when it is nice. Its at times like this that i miss Zimbabwe and all the endless sun.
Anyway, last night was the first week night out ever(i resisted the urge until now). Bens band and Aggy's band( i cant remember the names) were playing in the office, and i thought id better go. It was rather strange, but fun all the same. A lot of Ben's friends seem to know me, but i hadnt the faintest idea who they were. Oh well. It was a laugh though, with Bens odd songs and his guitarist's strangeness, to the weird old man who ran in and danced insanely in the middle of the floor with some random woman, until he was chucked out. And the repeated shouts of "cock in arse" that kept putting Aggy off her songs. Nice to have such a fun night out without a the aftermath of drink the next day.
Not that this is what is really bothering me, its hayfever that pisses me off the most. Its been 3 years now, and it still gets me. I look forward to the sunshine, and well this is what i get. Its just so typically British that we get spend most of the year moaning about the weather, only to get hayfever when it is nice. Its at times like this that i miss Zimbabwe and all the endless sun.
Anyway, last night was the first week night out ever(i resisted the urge until now). Bens band and Aggy's band( i cant remember the names) were playing in the office, and i thought id better go. It was rather strange, but fun all the same. A lot of Ben's friends seem to know me, but i hadnt the faintest idea who they were. Oh well. It was a laugh though, with Bens odd songs and his guitarist's strangeness, to the weird old man who ran in and danced insanely in the middle of the floor with some random woman, until he was chucked out. And the repeated shouts of "cock in arse" that kept putting Aggy off her songs. Nice to have such a fun night out without a the aftermath of drink the next day.