I hate Fridays
I hate Fridays because it's one of the days in the week where I lack motivation to do anything. I don't have to be on campus, I don't have any looming deadlines, and because we don't have class on a Friday, most people are still in bed after a late night last night, so there isn't much to do here either. My nearest source of entertainment is ASDA and someone's stolen my fork. Oh, and I miss Phil.
However, I was finally able to check my post this morning, and look what Phil sent me:
[Enter shameless showing off of lovely boyfriend here].
Anyway, getting a couple of letters, a postcard and a "care package" from home made me feel a bit better, so I decided to begin the post that I've been threatening to start for ages: "You Know You're in Wakey When...". I will be adding to it when I experience the appropriate material.
So.... You Know You're in Wakey When...
1) You're standing at a bus stop and you overhear a conversation between a man and a woman who are discussing a friend who recently died from "that dreadul Motorola disease".
2) You're waiting to cross a road at one of those little crossing island things when you see a poor kiddie (female, I must add) being forced by a persistant mother to wee towards oncoming traffic.
3) You're walking past the cathedral and are suddenly hit by the irony that it is the meeting place of Wakefieldian Goths and Emos.
4) You're in a shop and are told by the sales assistant that your slightly Norfolk/Norwich accent is "very posh".
5) A group of chavs kindly wave down a bus for you when they see that you're running for it.
6) The bus driver can't remember where he's going, takes a wrong turn and then proceeds to reverse back onto the road via a blind corner and into oncoming traffic.
To be continued...
However, I was finally able to check my post this morning, and look what Phil sent me:
[Enter shameless showing off of lovely boyfriend here].
Anyway, getting a couple of letters, a postcard and a "care package" from home made me feel a bit better, so I decided to begin the post that I've been threatening to start for ages: "You Know You're in Wakey When...". I will be adding to it when I experience the appropriate material.
So.... You Know You're in Wakey When...
1) You're standing at a bus stop and you overhear a conversation between a man and a woman who are discussing a friend who recently died from "that dreadul Motorola disease".
2) You're waiting to cross a road at one of those little crossing island things when you see a poor kiddie (female, I must add) being forced by a persistant mother to wee towards oncoming traffic.
3) You're walking past the cathedral and are suddenly hit by the irony that it is the meeting place of Wakefieldian Goths and Emos.
4) You're in a shop and are told by the sales assistant that your slightly Norfolk/Norwich accent is "very posh".
5) A group of chavs kindly wave down a bus for you when they see that you're running for it.
6) The bus driver can't remember where he's going, takes a wrong turn and then proceeds to reverse back onto the road via a blind corner and into oncoming traffic.
To be continued...
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HAHAHAHAHA hilaaaaarious!!! specially the cathedral being the goth meeting place, i never realised on its irony! XDDDDD though, are goths religious???? they wear crosses everywhere really.. oh i will never know XDDD
p.s, v nice earrings! ^^
earrings are very pretty!!! and... HILARIOUSSS!!!! hahahahhaa
yes... fridays are always uneventful... sigh**
I roxx0r with giving presents.
The earrings are gorgeous - you won't have to be missing the source of this gift for much longer though!!
Tell those forking thieves that the cutlery was your mother's wedding present - maybe they'll give it back then!!
xxxx
i think the chav's one was because your female :P
I advise you don't store the earings in the fridge... they may get pinched!!!
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