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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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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.
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.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> Paradox: wrote:
> You work at Tescos?
>
> what a waste :-(
>
> Waste of what?
> And where should I be working, then?
A waste of creativity. I hate seeing someone as talented as you trapped in a dull headachey job. You should work in a small fast food place (as I do) where you can be creative. Tell the people you don't serve pizzas, burgers, or anything other than hot Russian goulash and gage their reactions. It's fun.
> Paradox: wrote:
> You work at Tescos?
>
> what a waste :-(
>
> Waste of what?
> And where should I be working, then?
A waste of creativity. I hate seeing someone as talented as you trapped in a dull headachey job. You should work in a small fast food place (as I do) where you can be creative. Tell the people you don't serve pizzas, burgers, or anything other than hot Russian goulash and gage their reactions. It's fun.
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.
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.
Paradox: wrote:
> You work at Tescos?
>
> what a waste :-(
Waste of what?
And where should I be working, then?
> You work at Tescos?
>
> what a waste :-(
Waste of what?
And where should I be working, then?
Whitestripes DX wrote:
> I spent 9 hours on trains today.
>
>
> Dull.
Why so?
> I spent 9 hours on trains today.
>
>
> Dull.
Why so?
You work at Tescos?
what a waste :-(
what a waste :-(
I spent 9 hours on trains today.
Dull.
Dull.
I was talking metaphorically, of course.
FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> a bit brown around the bottom, but aren't we all?
Ahahahahahha!
> a bit brown around the bottom, but aren't we all?
Ahahahahahha!
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