A lovely day!

9th March 2005

Hey it was actually a really nice day today, Glasgow was blooming and the cherubs (dogging school) were killing time in the sun until they could go home with no questions being asked, oh the joys of school dogging, I just go to the pub if I don't go to Uni, (on my own)

Anyway as I was saying,

the pub, a great place to hang out!!! Only kidding.

Ok it was a lovely day, however, I had not been indulged by the privilege of sleep for more than three hours the previous night, DON'T ASK, but managed a shower, and a cigarette and a course VIVA which went suspiciously well.

(it's quarter past twelve now and the insomnia induced paranoia has just kicked in),

like it went so well, I felt really smug afterwards, like a job interview that went so well I wondered how on God's green earth I wouldn't get the job

(I did, but probably because there was a high turnover of staff, being a job in a hospital where the nurses might be trying to trip you up, (they did I saw them), I wont mention the hospital being the royal infirmary, and you don't know whether it be the Glasgow one or the embra one, (ahem Glasgow) actually the nurses were alright, apart from a few boots, but you'll get boots in every profession, I just must have met the five boots in the entire existence of nursing, lucky me)

anyway that went well, I thought "oh I'll pop home for a cup of tea", remembering we didn't have tea, and getting some would involve having to actually engage with my flatmates, and one of them usually just answers my questions with the word "bum-sex" (singular because it is hyphenated)I popped into the local eating emporium, i.e. the smelly QM, had two tea cakes and half a cup of tea, (this story is including everything I eat as well)

went home had a fag, never went to lecture that I had the VIVA rearranged for and went along at 2pm for my programming class, I was 20 minutes late. didn't learn too much since I nearly fell asleep, well the tiredness had hit by then, so by 4ish, I popped up to the QM, again, (well i have yet to find a hair in my food there unlike the GU (TWICE) though both places are full of student cocks, but it is near my house), I got a bottle of orange joose, and as I was speaking to Alex, who works there, I spilt it on myself, and I hate feeling common around him, he is soooo posh you know and a northerner no less. then was leaving and annoying Alex, when i saw a nice dinner a young lady was purchasing, turkey blah blah, (I found out that cranberry sauce on chips is a good combination, "try before you die" Allie Craik 2005 )

Then harassed a few people trying to get passed the tables upon my exit and as I was saying goodbye to Alex again, I breathed out and the contents of one of my nostrils, gave him a wee wave, the ground and the swallowing thing etc etc...... I knew I must be pissing him off by this point, so went home.

30 seconds later...

Upon my return to my house, i popped into the kitchen to fetch some water, and was greeted by my flatmate's burd (I say Burd in special occasion, this is one of them) I hadn't spoken to her since before she took the piss out of me two week previous, so I wasn't sure if she would say "hi", you know, being faced with me instead of the running out of the door laughing,

anyway she said,

"hello"

I said

"oh hi"

I got some water, she asked me how I was, so I told her.

She said "enjoy your sleep"

I spent the next few hours playing with my decks, juggling, buggering my computer, once and for all, don't ask, and well smoking, then I popped to the reading room later, what a great day!!!!

I also ate 4 kalms pills today, I don't think they work,

"promotes natural sleep" and "not known to be habit forming"

whatever, I'd get addicted to anything, and never take the time to sleep, might go do that soon.

Ignore if you hate female comment on football but read if you fancy being slightly more challenged than a Tam Cowan marathon of jokes, (10minutes)

By the way, what a great game of football!! Between Chelsea and Barcelona!! Wow!! I couldn’t believe it, I know they are a “bought” team, well they all are but have the blatant pouring of funds, from a kind Russian billionaire, (I don’t mean bought in the sense of bribery and corruption but in the sense of a “dream team”) Anyway, I thought Chelsea were the underdogs, already 2-1 down, but three goals!!, and Ronaldinho popped a couple for Barcelona before the second half, and then two more from Chelsea in the second, and a few agonising free kicks taken by Barcelona.

John Terry, scored an absolute peach of a header and the Barcelona players were moaning about the goalie being obstructed, what a bunch of pussies!!

The best bit was when Ronaldinho was fighting at the end, It’s like the ugly sisters being escorted from the premises and they dive all the time (well some British players do it and I wouldn’t put it past the Scottish ones, but the more you play in Europe the more you learn to stop moaning and start kicking and falling, grabbing a body part of some description and crying helps, some men…..)