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What did I know? I've been tied to my PC for nearly 3 years. This week I actually 'went out' and 'attended college' for my first of 40 weeks. I'm still a geek at heart because I accidently posted this in the PS2 forum so I've probably got them drooling in there, sorry about that.
And it's like... flesh... EVERYWHERE. Boys wearing flares and carrying bass guitars over their shoulders, girls wearing as little as possible despite the cold weather and making eyes at the boys carrying bass guitars.
Pierced belly buttons everywhere you look. Pierced nipples if you look hard enough. Green hair, nose jewellery, silver-decked goths with black fingernails and the deepest hazel eyes you can imagine, blondes that must have spray-painted their jeans on that morning wandering by asking for directions to their next class, off the shoulder numbers that state quite clearly "Hey, I'm wearing a black lacy bra do you like it? Stop me and tell me if you do."
College rocks. And that's just the tutors. You should see the students :) My biggest problem at the moment is concentrating on asexual reproduction in aphids in Biology classes, and if you had the vision sitting opposite you that I do during those classes you'd have trouble concentrating too. She's 21. Single. Blonde, about size 8, the sort of woman who turns heads so fast that casualty departments get inundated with whiplash casualties. She's doing health and nutrition and having trouble with the the maths components when it comes to exponentials and describing the size of white blood cells compared to the capabilities of human vision. I said I've got a book on it at home. She's popping over at the weekend to have a browse.
If I survive next week I'll give you an update on the latest changes in college fashions. I'm not sure I will survive because at the moment I feel like a bee that's just survived a narrow miss with a 10-gallon pot of honey. I can't WAIT to report on the Summer fashions.
*Surfs over to e-bay to search for "bass guitars"*
And it's like... flesh... EVERYWHERE. Boys wearing flares and carrying bass guitars over their shoulders, girls wearing as little as possible despite the cold weather and making eyes at the boys carrying bass guitars.
Pierced belly buttons everywhere you look. Pierced nipples if you look hard enough. Green hair, nose jewellery, silver-decked goths with black fingernails and the deepest hazel eyes you can imagine, blondes that must have spray-painted their jeans on that morning wandering by asking for directions to their next class, off the shoulder numbers that state quite clearly "Hey, I'm wearing a black lacy bra do you like it? Stop me and tell me if you do."
College rocks. And that's just the tutors. You should see the students :) My biggest problem at the moment is concentrating on asexual reproduction in aphids in Biology classes, and if you had the vision sitting opposite you that I do during those classes you'd have trouble concentrating too. She's 21. Single. Blonde, about size 8, the sort of woman who turns heads so fast that casualty departments get inundated with whiplash casualties. She's doing health and nutrition and having trouble with the the maths components when it comes to exponentials and describing the size of white blood cells compared to the capabilities of human vision. I said I've got a book on it at home. She's popping over at the weekend to have a browse.
If I survive next week I'll give you an update on the latest changes in college fashions. I'm not sure I will survive because at the moment I feel like a bee that's just survived a narrow miss with a 10-gallon pot of honey. I can't WAIT to report on the Summer fashions.
*Surfs over to e-bay to search for "bass guitars"*
TGMbloke wrote:
> Gelled ginger hair?
RAH. No.
The MP3 player one. Go me.
> Gelled ginger hair?
RAH. No.
The MP3 player one. Go me.
I tried to buy some flares a while back, but they didn't have any small enough. It's not all fun, being thin.
TGMbloke wrote:
> You have a lot to learn FM.
>
> 3/4 Lengh trousers
> Gelled hair
> Trainers that are too big
> Tiny little mobile phones
> MP3 players where you only use one of the 2 headphone's
> Skateboards that you never have to use, only carry
I score 1/6
Try and guess which one.
> You have a lot to learn FM.
>
> 3/4 Lengh trousers
> Gelled hair
> Trainers that are too big
> Tiny little mobile phones
> MP3 players where you only use one of the 2 headphone's
> Skateboards that you never have to use, only carry
I score 1/6
Try and guess which one.
Thanks Myst, I already got the tattoo :)
3/4 length trousers? In this weather? Can I wear them on top of my long johns and under my jeans?
3/4 length trousers? In this weather? Can I wear them on top of my long johns and under my jeans?
Oo you're one of those "mature students"
If you really wanna wig out and annoy them at the same time wear the Pornstar "Massturbating is not a crime" T-Shirt.
If you really wanna wig out and annoy them at the same time wear the Pornstar "Massturbating is not a crime" T-Shirt.
Just started college aswell (well i'm about 4 weeks in to the term)
It rocks.
It rocks.
Flares are back?
*Calls UN*
*Calls UN*
What did I know? I've been tied to my PC for nearly 3 years. This week I actually 'went out' and 'attended college' for my first of 40 weeks. I'm still a geek at heart because I accidently posted this in the PS2 forum so I've probably got them drooling in there, sorry about that.
And it's like... flesh... EVERYWHERE. Boys wearing flares and carrying bass guitars over their shoulders, girls wearing as little as possible despite the cold weather and making eyes at the boys carrying bass guitars.
Pierced belly buttons everywhere you look. Pierced nipples if you look hard enough. Green hair, nose jewellery, silver-decked goths with black fingernails and the deepest hazel eyes you can imagine, blondes that must have spray-painted their jeans on that morning wandering by asking for directions to their next class, off the shoulder numbers that state quite clearly "Hey, I'm wearing a black lacy bra do you like it? Stop me and tell me if you do."
College rocks. And that's just the tutors. You should see the students :) My biggest problem at the moment is concentrating on asexual reproduction in aphids in Biology classes, and if you had the vision sitting opposite you that I do during those classes you'd have trouble concentrating too. She's 21. Single. Blonde, about size 8, the sort of woman who turns heads so fast that casualty departments get inundated with whiplash casualties. She's doing health and nutrition and having trouble with the the maths components when it comes to exponentials and describing the size of white blood cells compared to the capabilities of human vision. I said I've got a book on it at home. She's popping over at the weekend to have a browse.
If I survive next week I'll give you an update on the latest changes in college fashions. I'm not sure I will survive because at the moment I feel like a bee that's just survived a narrow miss with a 10-gallon pot of honey. I can't WAIT to report on the Summer fashions.
*Surfs over to e-bay to search for "bass guitars"*
And it's like... flesh... EVERYWHERE. Boys wearing flares and carrying bass guitars over their shoulders, girls wearing as little as possible despite the cold weather and making eyes at the boys carrying bass guitars.
Pierced belly buttons everywhere you look. Pierced nipples if you look hard enough. Green hair, nose jewellery, silver-decked goths with black fingernails and the deepest hazel eyes you can imagine, blondes that must have spray-painted their jeans on that morning wandering by asking for directions to their next class, off the shoulder numbers that state quite clearly "Hey, I'm wearing a black lacy bra do you like it? Stop me and tell me if you do."
College rocks. And that's just the tutors. You should see the students :) My biggest problem at the moment is concentrating on asexual reproduction in aphids in Biology classes, and if you had the vision sitting opposite you that I do during those classes you'd have trouble concentrating too. She's 21. Single. Blonde, about size 8, the sort of woman who turns heads so fast that casualty departments get inundated with whiplash casualties. She's doing health and nutrition and having trouble with the the maths components when it comes to exponentials and describing the size of white blood cells compared to the capabilities of human vision. I said I've got a book on it at home. She's popping over at the weekend to have a browse.
If I survive next week I'll give you an update on the latest changes in college fashions. I'm not sure I will survive because at the moment I feel like a bee that's just survived a narrow miss with a 10-gallon pot of honey. I can't WAIT to report on the Summer fashions.
*Surfs over to e-bay to search for "bass guitars"*