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[20 Dec 2004|10:58am] |
Well, I sat sandwiched between a Peter smoking a pipe and Graham Burton drunkenly explaining his stance on just about every single thing in the world ever last night. What did you do?
Yeah, thought as much. Oh, I did drink some Guiness too.
Sunday nights are becoming a wasted of time. I'm going to replace them with "Funday" a day for everybody to go mental. With balloons and soap.
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[20 Dec 2004|11:07am] |
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Stretching too much today, and yawning even more. It's not even as if I should even be tired, but I am. There goes another one, you see?
Well, hopefull I can find out why all of these things afflict me on Wednesday...I have too many niggling pains and aches and tiny irritations. Like a bunch of microscopic builders sitting about my internals shaking their heads.
Cunts. I'll show them. Anyway...so..yes......what?
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[20 Dec 2004|11:12am] |
In the last of this morning's entries, I would tell you that i'm working today, and I don't know how busy it is though I am clearly going to be shown in very real terms in about half an hour, then limp about trying to cope with the fucking thing.
Afterwards, back here, an all too short rest.
Then to college. For the last lesson before Christmas. We're all going to the pub tonight, during the latter half of the lesson. Students need to drink....well...this one does.
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[20 Dec 2004|03:36pm] |
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[20 Dec 2004|03:38pm] |
Well good afternoon. The mix of weather is perfect for snow, which is unusual at this time of year. It usually scatters apologetically for about two days in February.
Work was fine, but as tiring as usual. Only eleven people, a bit of a let off considering I have to go to college in little over an hour. The one thing that makes the freezing trip bearable is the fact that....it's our end of term party! As in, drinking in a pub and it being Christmas, and us students. Whichever way you look at it, it's drinking, and it's in a pub. That pub being the Charles Dickens.
Should be fun. Hoping to have fun talking a bit more easily, lubricated by Guiness...show the people Phylly Boy unleashed. My college friends have not seen me rolling damp cigarrettes and getting so drunk I talk about pig trotters being used to smash car windows. Yet.
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[20 Dec 2004|03:44pm] |
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Blurty, what is wrong with you today? Wake up...*nudge*...look...THE POST...where is it? Are you still drunk? You been out with that Livejournal again? Eh? NO COMMENTS...check it out...I have to look back through all my recent posts to see if i've got any. What do I look like, a microfiche library? No, that doesn't make sense....sort yerself out! Oh yeah, Xanga was round here earlier, LOOKING FOR YOU.
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[20 Dec 2004|04:17pm] |
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[20 Dec 2004|04:36pm] |
Right...okay then...time for me to get nicely dressed in black for my final Christmassy college visit. I couldn't look more Christmassy even if I had baubles and tinsel around my cock and balls.
Few bits to gather, brace myself for the inevitable icy hour's wait at a station...then some studying, drinking, and alienating other part time learners.
Bye!
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