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Brace yourself for several paragraphs of immense wordy bliss.
Oh wow! Look at all the letters!
Anywho ... so, of course, it's chuffing it down when I leave the house. And, of course, not only do no busses turn up for an hour (there's supposed to one every 15 minutes, o-ho-ho) I'm due to have a 2-and-a-half hour mock exam, on the last day of college.
Oh joy. Someone hold me back.
Half an hour late in, and something good happens ... there's only 1 other person in the class. Hooray for my chavvy moron dosser English class - no exam then. Although we'll have it straight away after Christmas anyway ... so I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing ...
After another hour and a bit, 2 other people had turned up - the only other decent people (besides me, naturally.) in the class. So we ranted on about life, chavs, accidental facists and everything for the rest of the class.
And after that, my dad picks me up so we can go and pick up our Christmas tree. A bit late, yeah, but woo anyway ... I suppose.
Every year we go to this place and cut out tree down - you can take any one you like for £5 (even massive, massive ones) from this giant Christmas-tree planted farm somewhere.
Even if it was again (after a few minutes of glrious sunshine) chuffing it, I was kinda excited.
But ... the place was closed until next year. I suppose they didn't have enough trees left or something.
Problem.
We decide to trawl all the nurseries and random houses proclaiming their abundant stock of best quality trees and low, low prices on little luminous signs wedged into hedges.
Lies, lies, lies. Nothing left anywhere.
Almost about to give up and we spot one last place - some old woman's little cottage with about 100 trees stacked up around the back. Got a fairly decent one (a bit brown around the bottom, but aren't we all? And that's what you get for a) leaving it late and b) not being able to cut it down.
So ... went home, wet and cold and starving. Not feeling in the slightest bit Christmassy. Not even a tinsy bit.
And now I'm sat in here and my sister's boyfriend who I've never spoken to before is in the living room while she's working (the streets) until about midnight. I suppose I should go and talk to him or something ... or maybe not. Whatever.
And and and ... *thinks* ... I've got 331/2 hours of Tesco-work to do before actual Christmas. Oh joy, I'm sure everyone's decided to leave their shopping 'til the last minute, just for me.
Idiots.
And I know someone's going to ask me to wear a Santa hat or a pair of 'hilarious' antlers. It's quite hard to tell someone to f**k off and still seem nice and festive.
I might just ditch the façade and go with gut-instinct. Which may involve several customers being stabbed in the eyes with their own stupid parsnips, but what the hey.
Which leaves me either Tuesday or Friday to do my Christmas shopping. I'll probaby leave it until Friday, so like so many men before me.
ajidfowhlnajlremgkrla;mwklvfa
urrrrr .... *dies*
Oh, yes, and 3 exams to prepare for and 2 bits of coursework to do.
I must have misunderstood the term "Christmas holiday"
faggots
Oh wow! Look at all the letters!
Anywho ... so, of course, it's chuffing it down when I leave the house. And, of course, not only do no busses turn up for an hour (there's supposed to one every 15 minutes, o-ho-ho) I'm due to have a 2-and-a-half hour mock exam, on the last day of college.
Oh joy. Someone hold me back.
Half an hour late in, and something good happens ... there's only 1 other person in the class. Hooray for my chavvy moron dosser English class - no exam then. Although we'll have it straight away after Christmas anyway ... so I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing ...
After another hour and a bit, 2 other people had turned up - the only other decent people (besides me, naturally.) in the class. So we ranted on about life, chavs, accidental facists and everything for the rest of the class.
And after that, my dad picks me up so we can go and pick up our Christmas tree. A bit late, yeah, but woo anyway ... I suppose.
Every year we go to this place and cut out tree down - you can take any one you like for £5 (even massive, massive ones) from this giant Christmas-tree planted farm somewhere.
Even if it was again (after a few minutes of glrious sunshine) chuffing it, I was kinda excited.
But ... the place was closed until next year. I suppose they didn't have enough trees left or something.
Problem.
We decide to trawl all the nurseries and random houses proclaiming their abundant stock of best quality trees and low, low prices on little luminous signs wedged into hedges.
Lies, lies, lies. Nothing left anywhere.
Almost about to give up and we spot one last place - some old woman's little cottage with about 100 trees stacked up around the back. Got a fairly decent one (a bit brown around the bottom, but aren't we all? And that's what you get for a) leaving it late and b) not being able to cut it down.
So ... went home, wet and cold and starving. Not feeling in the slightest bit Christmassy. Not even a tinsy bit.
And now I'm sat in here and my sister's boyfriend who I've never spoken to before is in the living room while she's working (the streets) until about midnight. I suppose I should go and talk to him or something ... or maybe not. Whatever.
And and and ... *thinks* ... I've got 331/2 hours of Tesco-work to do before actual Christmas. Oh joy, I'm sure everyone's decided to leave their shopping 'til the last minute, just for me.
Idiots.
And I know someone's going to ask me to wear a Santa hat or a pair of 'hilarious' antlers. It's quite hard to tell someone to f**k off and still seem nice and festive.
I might just ditch the façade and go with gut-instinct. Which may involve several customers being stabbed in the eyes with their own stupid parsnips, but what the hey.
Which leaves me either Tuesday or Friday to do my Christmas shopping. I'll probaby leave it until Friday, so like so many men before me.
ajidfowhlnajlremgkrla;mwklvfa
urrrrr .... *dies*
Oh, yes, and 3 exams to prepare for and 2 bits of coursework to do.
I must have misunderstood the term "Christmas holiday"
faggots
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Whitestripes DX wrote:
> Had to travel the length of the country for a medicine interview at
> Durham university.
>
> On the plus side the interview went well, and what was supposed to be
> 30-35 minutes went on for an hour, which must be a good sign I
> reckon.
Ah cool, Durham is a great uni as well so I guess it's worth it.
Is it a first choice?
Glad it went well for you.
> Had to travel the length of the country for a medicine interview at
> Durham university.
>
> On the plus side the interview went well, and what was supposed to be
> 30-35 minutes went on for an hour, which must be a good sign I
> reckon.
Ah cool, Durham is a great uni as well so I guess it's worth it.
Is it a first choice?
Glad it went well for you.
Meh. I get 9 hours to think about stuff and watch idiots try to cope with the one and only weekly outing into the real world.
It is painfully tedious ... but I realised the other week that I was constantly looking at the time, figuring out how much time was left before I got home.
And I'm always complaining about how rushed I am ... about how I never get any free time to relax and think - but here comes 9 hours every Saturday when I can isolate a tiny part of my brain to do the actual work and pretend to care and use the rest for whatever I like.
It is painfully tedious ... but I realised the other week that I was constantly looking at the time, figuring out how much time was left before I got home.
And I'm always complaining about how rushed I am ... about how I never get any free time to relax and think - but here comes 9 hours every Saturday when I can isolate a tiny part of my brain to do the actual work and pretend to care and use the rest for whatever I like.
Yeah, the medicine bit is on a brand new campus at Stockon-on-tees so it's actually quite far away from the main univeristy. There's only two collages there, John Snow and George Stevenson, but everything is nice and modern and the town is exactly my kind of place. Nice and friendly and quiet, but with two big cities no more than 15 minutes train journey away.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> stuff
yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
> stuff
yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
Whitestripes DX wrote:
> Yeah, the medicine bit is on a brand new campus at Stockon-on-tees so
> it's actually quite far away from the main univeristy. There's only
> two collages there, John Snow and George Stevenson, but everything is
> nice and modern and the town is exactly my kind of place. Nice and
> friendly and quiet, but with two big cities no more than 15 minutes
> train journey away.
I'm wanting to be plonked in the middle of a biggish city, thats why I'm wanting either Sheffield, Preston or Salford (mancs) as my first choice.
> Yeah, the medicine bit is on a brand new campus at Stockon-on-tees so
> it's actually quite far away from the main univeristy. There's only
> two collages there, John Snow and George Stevenson, but everything is
> nice and modern and the town is exactly my kind of place. Nice and
> friendly and quiet, but with two big cities no more than 15 minutes
> train journey away.
I'm wanting to be plonked in the middle of a biggish city, thats why I'm wanting either Sheffield, Preston or Salford (mancs) as my first choice.
Paradox: wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> stuff
>
> yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
But it get to wipe skanky drippy chicken juice on people's new clothes, which is nice. And occasionally 'forget' to take the security tags off people's stuff - usually those who buy either the Daily Mail or Rustlers. Equally hated groups.
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> stuff
>
> yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
But it get to wipe skanky drippy chicken juice on people's new clothes, which is nice. And occasionally 'forget' to take the security tags off people's stuff - usually those who buy either the Daily Mail or Rustlers. Equally hated groups.
Sheffield is one of my choices as well.
You can do jet skiing and stuff on the Tees river, about 10m behind the main building. They have a white water rapdids course as well. If you go to the main, traditional, Durham campus you just get boring old rowing.
You can do jet skiing and stuff on the Tees river, about 10m behind the main building. They have a white water rapdids course as well. If you go to the main, traditional, Durham campus you just get boring old rowing.
I have no idea what kind of place I want to go to uni in ... I haven't seen any of my choices yet, and some are right in the city centre (City uni, right in the middle of London, no less) and some are on the fringes.
I think I'll sit happily wherever. As long as it's got a bit of character.
I think I'll sit happily wherever. As long as it's got a bit of character.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Paradox: wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> stuff
>
> yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
>
> But it get to wipe skanky drippy chicken juice on people's new
> clothes, which is nice. And occasionally 'forget' to take the
> security tags off people's stuff - usually those who buy either the
> Daily Mail or Rustlers. Equally hated groups.
Perks!
> Paradox: wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> stuff
>
> yes, but you don't get to spit on rude people's food!
>
> But it get to wipe skanky drippy chicken juice on people's new
> clothes, which is nice. And occasionally 'forget' to take the
> security tags off people's stuff - usually those who buy either the
> Daily Mail or Rustlers. Equally hated groups.
Perks!
Whitestripes DX wrote:
> Sheffield is one of my choices as well.
Hallam or main?
> Sheffield is one of my choices as well.
Hallam or main?
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