Just another 18 year old who got really bored and decided that this really wasn't the best use of his time but did it anyway.
Words and phrases that describe me rather well: "Shy", "Unfit", "Lazy", "Not fascist, just right wing...", "Not intolerant just not tolerant", "Cynical", "Sacrcastic" - All fairly useless qualites, damn...
I enjoy wasting time, as can be seen by how many activities I pursue, and how many injuries I achieve.
Gotta love God.
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But enough of that postulation, I have been rather busy over the last few weeks as queens decided to let me darken their halls once again for round 2. I thought I’d get a nice wee introduction in week 1… but oh no, I got molested in my first class. Fmoc and Boc should go to jail for this offence. These weeks have been filled with epic lectures telling us that reactions were like rioters with bricks and the first law of thermodynamics was ‘Hard, like the PSNI! It doesn’t take any crap, It’ll arrest you!’ to a lecturer called axel ros…sberg and no he wasn’t cool, he had a bum bag.
I have of course been paying attention to the news in my semi-conscious state, and couldn’t fail to notice the raving about tuition fees. Sorry to say people but it has to happen, the economy has looked the other way for too many years and we just can’t do that anymore, the same with job losses, It’s hard ball for all of us. Scaremongering about such things doesnt help anyone.
I couldn’t help but read the ‘rebuttle to the rebuke’ and loved the ambiguity of some numbers. Around 2% of a population cannot be described as ‘Thriving’.
But enough serious stuff, I had my first french class today taken by a lady called maryvonne le roy, that’s an epic name I think. I didn’t drown thankfully and I could actually understand most of what she said, what a lovely lady!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/10612779.stm
Just watched bbc newsline there, about the riots last night, were 500 policemen were needed to keep any semblance of control. It really makes you think when you see kids throwing paving slabs and using 20ft metal poles as spears why on earth the police can’t retaliate. The police can’t hit anyone unless their own life or a colleague’s life is endangered, bullshit I say. If the police were allowed to knock the crap out out these vandals, I guarantee they wouldn’t be so willing to try it again.The excuse of; if the police were given more autonomy then the rioters would use more dangerous weapons is also untrue, seeing three policemen were caugt by a shotgun blast last night.
Mad stuff, but basically par for the course
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So, Kirsty’s birthday last night. we went to union and did much dancing.
And the only things more epic than sleeping on her sofa are her boobs.
That’s as far as I read… I always knew you had a dirty mind!
Well it’s certainly been an eventful few days for me, spent friday until sunday up at Garron Tower on the far edges of the north coast. It’s for level 1 mountain leader, which is basically; can you work a compass? Can you work a map? Can you tell kids off? Well done you passed! >_> unfortunatley I have to jump through this hoop to do my level two and the summer leader etc. eeeuuughh….
However one thing really sent my stress levels into orbit, I had a concert (I was actually playing) at 7:30pm on the saturday in the whitla hall, and everything seemed to line up to ensure my failure. First; my leaders both forgot I really need to be off the mountain BEFORE 6 (it’s and hour and a quarter trip to belfast and I needed parking). Then after getting off the mountains at 6:15 The electronic gate to let me out of where we were staying broke… I nearly died. I had to reverse back in and run and get somebody to fix it. Cue me leaving at 6:25, driving like a man possesed taking 1 hour to get to belfast and parked. 7:30 I run into the hall, run past two other orchestra’s and onto the stage just as we were being announced, with a not so delicate ‘Fuck’ I sat down. No tie, no belt, no tied shoelaces, clarinet still in box. with 20 seconds to spare I made it, Epic win!
This should be made into a film, it’d be an 18 mind with all the swearing I did whilst driving and because I tried to kill a runner. BAFTA’s all the way!
For the first time in agggeesss, I was playing my guitar tonight. Today was a long and fairly poo day, I was going to play my clarinet but I didn’t bother because my mum was in the kitchen and I feel terrible for making her hear me play so crap at the moment. So to the guitar! Was just playing elliot minor’s new song ‘Solaris’ which is pretty awesome (and easy)!
Thought today had ben rather shat after a fun 2 hour 45 min practical, acting like a retard but got my results and hallelujah nothing has been failed and only 1 crappy result out of three, phew!
…If that bitch goes to Indochina, I want a nigger waiting in a bowl of rice to pop a cap in his ass!
— Maurice - Pulp Fiction
sitting in a language lab, shockingly. After a mesage from samantha I realised how very neglectful of my tumblr I was, so I decided to hit it to make it work again. To my surprise, it started up, just like many of my appliances… except for the dvd player I killed last week, woops!
In the obscenly long time period from my last post a considerable amount has happened; 2 days after christmas I started revision after about 3 hours of revision it promptly ended in favour of watching house. Then came exams. Watch blackadder and you’ll get endless amounts of quotes of just how ‘sticky’ a situation they were euughh. It was good seeeing everyone at uni again, and spending £4.70 on a footlong with ‘just’ bacon in subway, damn the rip but it tastes so good!
And now, freedom for two weeks, ohoho, which in general means festering to my hearts desire; not getting up before 12 and getting to bed well after 12, oh and figuring out more and more creative ways of facebook raping my sister after she got me last week…scumbag.
