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Because you officially have nothing better to do than read about what I've been up to, I shall begin.
I awoke turbulently at 7:26am sharp, when I had a shower and a light breakfast... I'll skip some of the crap out, but not all of it else the story wouldn't be present.
So today was the Sheffield uni open day, my mate Vinnie called me this morning and told me he was coming. I informed him I wasnt a phone sex line, but it seems there was a confusion in terms and instead he was coming to the university open day. Consequently my schedule was torn to pieces and the train was missed, and we were forced to hijack a bus like Keanu and drive to an abandoned airfield. By 'hijack' I mean travel on, and by 'abandoned airfield' I mean Leeds train station. It was waiting for the bus than we saw an old man fall over a railing and crack his head on the pavement. Careless pensioner accident #1
The train to Sheffield decided it would like to detour through Barnsley, for those of you who arent familiar with Barnsley I forever envy you. It's an industrial estate surrounded by dull flats, housing equally dull people. The train took around an hour and a half, much to my dismay as I missed the talks about the university itself and also were too late for the campus tours. We perilously navigated Sheffield bus station and got a bus to the main campus, but whilst we stopped at a zebra crossing we saw an elderly woman dashing across the road with two bags of shopping do a nose dive onto the tarmack. Careless pensioner accident #2
The university was pleasant enough, though the Journalism lecture I wanted to attend didnt begin till half past one, so we found a local pub and ate grease coated in potato skins - they call them "chips" in Sheffield. So later in the Lecture theatre 3 of the Sir Edward Mappin building a balding man who didnt look as if he belonged there strolled in and began talking. He's a writer for the Guardian who also teaches part time at the university. He was a funny bloke actually, though he spent the majority of the time explaining why we should reconsider taking journalism - his reverse psychology worked a treat on me. He said it was one of the hardest courses as we need to do a lot of input in our own time and do individual reports on things in the city. The course also entails a work placement at the Barnsley star (or something), one of the leading weekly papers in the country, apparently. He said there will be around 900 applicants for a 60 place course, which is rather scary, though I somehow feel the course is totally right for me. That coupled with the fact that the lecture theatre was packed to the brim with good looking girls all wanting to do the course too. Hey, they can't ALL turn me down! To go off on a tangent a little, my ex girlfriend (we broke up about a month ago) has "found someone else" and I cannot help but feel jealous. I feel quite immature and though I've been with a girl since her I still am attatched, or something. Getting back on track, people kept walking into the lecture theatre late and leaving the door open and an old man sat near the door took it upon himself to go and slam it each time it was left open. Comically he slipped on the lino floor and crashed into the door. Careless pensioner accident #3
The train home was dull and because we took the scenic route the whole train smelt of lovelly fresh manure. We arrived back in Leeds at around 6 and went to the cinema to see Shrek 2, which is absolutely brilliant, and then in my slumberous state bussed it home to find Pro Evo 3 waiting on my doormat, along with an old man lying face down, who presumably had some sort of careless accident.
I awoke turbulently at 7:26am sharp, when I had a shower and a light breakfast... I'll skip some of the crap out, but not all of it else the story wouldn't be present.
So today was the Sheffield uni open day, my mate Vinnie called me this morning and told me he was coming. I informed him I wasnt a phone sex line, but it seems there was a confusion in terms and instead he was coming to the university open day. Consequently my schedule was torn to pieces and the train was missed, and we were forced to hijack a bus like Keanu and drive to an abandoned airfield. By 'hijack' I mean travel on, and by 'abandoned airfield' I mean Leeds train station. It was waiting for the bus than we saw an old man fall over a railing and crack his head on the pavement. Careless pensioner accident #1
The train to Sheffield decided it would like to detour through Barnsley, for those of you who arent familiar with Barnsley I forever envy you. It's an industrial estate surrounded by dull flats, housing equally dull people. The train took around an hour and a half, much to my dismay as I missed the talks about the university itself and also were too late for the campus tours. We perilously navigated Sheffield bus station and got a bus to the main campus, but whilst we stopped at a zebra crossing we saw an elderly woman dashing across the road with two bags of shopping do a nose dive onto the tarmack. Careless pensioner accident #2
The university was pleasant enough, though the Journalism lecture I wanted to attend didnt begin till half past one, so we found a local pub and ate grease coated in potato skins - they call them "chips" in Sheffield. So later in the Lecture theatre 3 of the Sir Edward Mappin building a balding man who didnt look as if he belonged there strolled in and began talking. He's a writer for the Guardian who also teaches part time at the university. He was a funny bloke actually, though he spent the majority of the time explaining why we should reconsider taking journalism - his reverse psychology worked a treat on me. He said it was one of the hardest courses as we need to do a lot of input in our own time and do individual reports on things in the city. The course also entails a work placement at the Barnsley star (or something), one of the leading weekly papers in the country, apparently. He said there will be around 900 applicants for a 60 place course, which is rather scary, though I somehow feel the course is totally right for me. That coupled with the fact that the lecture theatre was packed to the brim with good looking girls all wanting to do the course too. Hey, they can't ALL turn me down! To go off on a tangent a little, my ex girlfriend (we broke up about a month ago) has "found someone else" and I cannot help but feel jealous. I feel quite immature and though I've been with a girl since her I still am attatched, or something. Getting back on track, people kept walking into the lecture theatre late and leaving the door open and an old man sat near the door took it upon himself to go and slam it each time it was left open. Comically he slipped on the lino floor and crashed into the door. Careless pensioner accident #3
The train home was dull and because we took the scenic route the whole train smelt of lovelly fresh manure. We arrived back in Leeds at around 6 and went to the cinema to see Shrek 2, which is absolutely brilliant, and then in my slumberous state bussed it home to find Pro Evo 3 waiting on my doormat, along with an old man lying face down, who presumably had some sort of careless accident.
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You were right, I officially don't have anything better to do.
*wallows*
Oh, and congrats on getting to at least one of the talks, and seeing three old people fall over, it beats my day.
*wallows*
Oh, and congrats on getting to at least one of the talks, and seeing three old people fall over, it beats my day.
Would the pensioners still have fallen if you werent there to see it?
I bet you didn't nail someone in the nads with a cricket ball.
Thought not.
Thought not.
Because you officially have nothing better to do than read about what I've been up to, I shall begin.
I awoke turbulently at 7:26am sharp, when I had a shower and a light breakfast... I'll skip some of the crap out, but not all of it else the story wouldn't be present.
So today was the Sheffield uni open day, my mate Vinnie called me this morning and told me he was coming. I informed him I wasnt a phone sex line, but it seems there was a confusion in terms and instead he was coming to the university open day. Consequently my schedule was torn to pieces and the train was missed, and we were forced to hijack a bus like Keanu and drive to an abandoned airfield. By 'hijack' I mean travel on, and by 'abandoned airfield' I mean Leeds train station. It was waiting for the bus than we saw an old man fall over a railing and crack his head on the pavement. Careless pensioner accident #1
The train to Sheffield decided it would like to detour through Barnsley, for those of you who arent familiar with Barnsley I forever envy you. It's an industrial estate surrounded by dull flats, housing equally dull people. The train took around an hour and a half, much to my dismay as I missed the talks about the university itself and also were too late for the campus tours. We perilously navigated Sheffield bus station and got a bus to the main campus, but whilst we stopped at a zebra crossing we saw an elderly woman dashing across the road with two bags of shopping do a nose dive onto the tarmack. Careless pensioner accident #2
The university was pleasant enough, though the Journalism lecture I wanted to attend didnt begin till half past one, so we found a local pub and ate grease coated in potato skins - they call them "chips" in Sheffield. So later in the Lecture theatre 3 of the Sir Edward Mappin building a balding man who didnt look as if he belonged there strolled in and began talking. He's a writer for the Guardian who also teaches part time at the university. He was a funny bloke actually, though he spent the majority of the time explaining why we should reconsider taking journalism - his reverse psychology worked a treat on me. He said it was one of the hardest courses as we need to do a lot of input in our own time and do individual reports on things in the city. The course also entails a work placement at the Barnsley star (or something), one of the leading weekly papers in the country, apparently. He said there will be around 900 applicants for a 60 place course, which is rather scary, though I somehow feel the course is totally right for me. That coupled with the fact that the lecture theatre was packed to the brim with good looking girls all wanting to do the course too. Hey, they can't ALL turn me down! To go off on a tangent a little, my ex girlfriend (we broke up about a month ago) has "found someone else" and I cannot help but feel jealous. I feel quite immature and though I've been with a girl since her I still am attatched, or something. Getting back on track, people kept walking into the lecture theatre late and leaving the door open and an old man sat near the door took it upon himself to go and slam it each time it was left open. Comically he slipped on the lino floor and crashed into the door. Careless pensioner accident #3
The train home was dull and because we took the scenic route the whole train smelt of lovelly fresh manure. We arrived back in Leeds at around 6 and went to the cinema to see Shrek 2, which is absolutely brilliant, and then in my slumberous state bussed it home to find Pro Evo 3 waiting on my doormat, along with an old man lying face down, who presumably had some sort of careless accident.
I awoke turbulently at 7:26am sharp, when I had a shower and a light breakfast... I'll skip some of the crap out, but not all of it else the story wouldn't be present.
So today was the Sheffield uni open day, my mate Vinnie called me this morning and told me he was coming. I informed him I wasnt a phone sex line, but it seems there was a confusion in terms and instead he was coming to the university open day. Consequently my schedule was torn to pieces and the train was missed, and we were forced to hijack a bus like Keanu and drive to an abandoned airfield. By 'hijack' I mean travel on, and by 'abandoned airfield' I mean Leeds train station. It was waiting for the bus than we saw an old man fall over a railing and crack his head on the pavement. Careless pensioner accident #1
The train to Sheffield decided it would like to detour through Barnsley, for those of you who arent familiar with Barnsley I forever envy you. It's an industrial estate surrounded by dull flats, housing equally dull people. The train took around an hour and a half, much to my dismay as I missed the talks about the university itself and also were too late for the campus tours. We perilously navigated Sheffield bus station and got a bus to the main campus, but whilst we stopped at a zebra crossing we saw an elderly woman dashing across the road with two bags of shopping do a nose dive onto the tarmack. Careless pensioner accident #2
The university was pleasant enough, though the Journalism lecture I wanted to attend didnt begin till half past one, so we found a local pub and ate grease coated in potato skins - they call them "chips" in Sheffield. So later in the Lecture theatre 3 of the Sir Edward Mappin building a balding man who didnt look as if he belonged there strolled in and began talking. He's a writer for the Guardian who also teaches part time at the university. He was a funny bloke actually, though he spent the majority of the time explaining why we should reconsider taking journalism - his reverse psychology worked a treat on me. He said it was one of the hardest courses as we need to do a lot of input in our own time and do individual reports on things in the city. The course also entails a work placement at the Barnsley star (or something), one of the leading weekly papers in the country, apparently. He said there will be around 900 applicants for a 60 place course, which is rather scary, though I somehow feel the course is totally right for me. That coupled with the fact that the lecture theatre was packed to the brim with good looking girls all wanting to do the course too. Hey, they can't ALL turn me down! To go off on a tangent a little, my ex girlfriend (we broke up about a month ago) has "found someone else" and I cannot help but feel jealous. I feel quite immature and though I've been with a girl since her I still am attatched, or something. Getting back on track, people kept walking into the lecture theatre late and leaving the door open and an old man sat near the door took it upon himself to go and slam it each time it was left open. Comically he slipped on the lino floor and crashed into the door. Careless pensioner accident #3
The train home was dull and because we took the scenic route the whole train smelt of lovelly fresh manure. We arrived back in Leeds at around 6 and went to the cinema to see Shrek 2, which is absolutely brilliant, and then in my slumberous state bussed it home to find Pro Evo 3 waiting on my doormat, along with an old man lying face down, who presumably had some sort of careless accident.
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