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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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Paradox: wrote:
> I've got a conditional from Central Lanc :-D
Asses
*crosses off list*
And gamesfreak wanted to go to Lincoln
*crosses off list*
And my sister goes to Swansea
*crosses off list*
Hmmm ...
> I've got a conditional from Central Lanc :-D
Asses
*crosses off list*
And gamesfreak wanted to go to Lincoln
*crosses off list*
And my sister goes to Swansea
*crosses off list*
Hmmm ...
I'm a pansy southener and I wanted to go a bit more south to be with even pansier southeners, then they would think of me as a brutish northener and the ladies would swoon over my manly aura.
If I went any further south I'd end up on the Isle of Wight.
Which is never a good thing.
Which is never a good thing.
manly aura being the smell of lavender?
Lawrence wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Greenwich
>
>
> Seriously?
Why? Is it terrible?
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Greenwich
>
>
> Seriously?
Why? Is it terrible?
I hear they do a 'mean time' course.
*slain*
I actually had to avert my eyes from the screen.
I actually had to avert my eyes from the screen.
I have a midget bite on my leg.
:-(
:-(
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Lawrence wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Greenwich
>
>
> Seriously?
>
> Why? Is it terrible?
It's the closest uni to me, just down the road. I never really looked into going there since i wanted to move away. But every time i mention Greenwich Uni to anyone they turn their noses up. I know a few people who go there but the only one i spoke to about what it's like said that it's mainly international students and he regrets going there.
I've gone past the campus's on the bus a few times and they look alright and I did a summer course there one year and that was kinda ok. But the uni to me feels cold and unwelcoming, though you may feel different.
On the plus side, Greenwich is an ok place to go out in.
> Lawrence wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Greenwich
>
>
> Seriously?
>
> Why? Is it terrible?
It's the closest uni to me, just down the road. I never really looked into going there since i wanted to move away. But every time i mention Greenwich Uni to anyone they turn their noses up. I know a few people who go there but the only one i spoke to about what it's like said that it's mainly international students and he regrets going there.
I've gone past the campus's on the bus a few times and they look alright and I did a summer course there one year and that was kinda ok. But the uni to me feels cold and unwelcoming, though you may feel different.
On the plus side, Greenwich is an ok place to go out in.
Paradox: wrote:
> I hear they do a 'mean time' course.
nice one
> I hear they do a 'mean time' course.
nice one
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