Don't you hate it when you're in a dandy mood and something (or someone) barges in and wrecks it? I do and if you don't, then sorry but you're a little bit weird.
I've just sat my Mapping the Medieval exam and so obviously I was pretty chuffed walking back to halls. Forget the fact that it's currently pissing it down with rain (I do, after all, live in Manchester) and ache from yesterday's gym session. I've got nothing left to revise for an I'm pretty chuffed - I also have Red Bull, a Kit Kat and a copy of Dazed & Confused, as I thought I'd treat myself.
Tom (lovely boyfriend with doe-eyes and a great taste in electro) rings me on the way back and as we're happily chatting away some woman bumps into me, sending my phone flying out of my hand and onto the floor. Luckily, there was no permanent damage, but the battery and frame were sprawled on the street, leaving me looking like an arse and having to fix it.
Now normally I wouldn't mind this, yes I'd be a bit miffed, but it was an accident. Then again, that's what I'd think if the person apologised and/or offered to help. This silly cow just looked at me crouched over the scattered bits of my phone and started walking off. Tacky as it sounds, I shouted some pretty choice words at her retreating figure. Not one of my finest moments sure, but I thought we lived in a world where if you do something like that you say sorry. I know I'd feel terrible for months if I'd potentially broken someone's phone in the middle of a conversation.
Tom rang me back once I'd assembled my phone, thinking I'd been hit by a car or something. I guess the stupid bitch has that to rest on her conscience now.
To cut a long story short - GRR! Am I not allowed to be happy about my exam being over? Do I just have to worry about phones and the state of the world if people are this impolite? Jeez...
My lovely, doe-eyed boyfriend mentioned above has now started a blog of his own: www.numan-esque.blogspot.com, you should all check it out as he puts excellent music videos on and stuff like that.
xxx
Friday, 23 January 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
Greasy insomnia release me
So it's 1:30am, I'm actually pretty damn shattered and yet I can't seem to sleep.
This probably isn't good, considering I have to be up early tomorrow to start revising. I have a 'Mapping the Medieval' exam on Friday and just in case you're wondering: yes, it is as fun as it sounds!
I should have worn myself out about two hours ago. I was just sat at my desk when I heard all this banging and giggling coming from Katie's room next door. I went in to see what was going on and Emma, Vicky and Katie were using a broom handle to bash on the ceiling and floor alternately. I don't think I've ever felt like more of a student than I did at that moment.
Somehow talk got round to the dance Bethan and Emma have created to the song 'Poker Face' by Lady Ga Ga. Neither Katie or myself had seen it in its entirety, so Emma put the song on and urged us to learn it. It was such a hilarious dance that we ended up doing it about three times, adding new parts as we went along. I don't think whoever lives above and below Katie will be impressed though, considering the broom-banging was then followed by hyper students singing and dancing to a song playing full blast!
After that, we just sort of sat around talking crap. The conversation got round to our old schools and Vicky told us about the token 'weird kid' at her school. Apparently she stuck a fork into a potato and then dropped it into someone's bag! All I could think was how much I would pay to see the expression on the face of whoever's bag it was. Priceless.
Anyway, needless to say dancing to 'Poker Face' so much made me build up something of a sweat, so I don't know why I'm not more tired. I'm fully aware that typing this isn't helping my crap sleeping patterns in any way, but I thought that, since this is a new blogging account, I should write an introductory entry.
Introduction:
My name is MJ and I am a 19-year-old student in Manchester, studying English Literature. I like my record player, friends, fruit and caffeine. I dislike arrogance, bad music blasting out of mobile phones and being unhappy.
Nice to meet you all, though in all likelihood no one is reading this at all. People only read the naughty blogs, you big pervs you!
Until next time xx
This probably isn't good, considering I have to be up early tomorrow to start revising. I have a 'Mapping the Medieval' exam on Friday and just in case you're wondering: yes, it is as fun as it sounds!
I should have worn myself out about two hours ago. I was just sat at my desk when I heard all this banging and giggling coming from Katie's room next door. I went in to see what was going on and Emma, Vicky and Katie were using a broom handle to bash on the ceiling and floor alternately. I don't think I've ever felt like more of a student than I did at that moment.
Somehow talk got round to the dance Bethan and Emma have created to the song 'Poker Face' by Lady Ga Ga. Neither Katie or myself had seen it in its entirety, so Emma put the song on and urged us to learn it. It was such a hilarious dance that we ended up doing it about three times, adding new parts as we went along. I don't think whoever lives above and below Katie will be impressed though, considering the broom-banging was then followed by hyper students singing and dancing to a song playing full blast!
After that, we just sort of sat around talking crap. The conversation got round to our old schools and Vicky told us about the token 'weird kid' at her school. Apparently she stuck a fork into a potato and then dropped it into someone's bag! All I could think was how much I would pay to see the expression on the face of whoever's bag it was. Priceless.
Anyway, needless to say dancing to 'Poker Face' so much made me build up something of a sweat, so I don't know why I'm not more tired. I'm fully aware that typing this isn't helping my crap sleeping patterns in any way, but I thought that, since this is a new blogging account, I should write an introductory entry.
Introduction:
My name is MJ and I am a 19-year-old student in Manchester, studying English Literature. I like my record player, friends, fruit and caffeine. I dislike arrogance, bad music blasting out of mobile phones and being unhappy.
Nice to meet you all, though in all likelihood no one is reading this at all. People only read the naughty blogs, you big pervs you!
Until next time xx
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