Cos I Feel Like It!

It's been days, weeks, months since I last came to this place.

.....But today I feel like posting summat here....so I am

I've got nothing to say....It's been so long I don't know what to say! :D

So people of the World Wide Web...ermm....what's new?

Scary is.....

...the number of people that are using MY notes for revision.

I'll be walking through the library, and they'll be lying there on random desks; photocopied versions, personalised with highlighters and additional notes in the margins, to suit the reader.

Sometimes they'll be opened at a page where I had been doodling throughout the whole lecture- man that's just embarrasing!

(Just a selection of my "artistic" doodles!)

I should get my notes together and publish them (....and then sell them! :D )

But then, I get text messages at 2 am- people asking what I meant when I wrote xxxxxxxx.... so they're not all that good!

Building Up The Grime

Today at work, as I was repairing a mangled pair of glasses, I overheard the conversation of a colleague and a not-so-happy-patient in the pre-testing area:

Colleague:

(Stating the oh-so-famous phrase) ...So if you can put your chin on the chin-rest, and head right against that bar please...

Patient:

Has this been cleaned?

Colleague:

Sorry?!

Patient:

This chin-rest...has it been cleaned?

Colleague:

Um, errr...I can't guarantee that it has...um...

(Of course it hadn't been cleaned...at uni we can actually lose marks in an exam for not cleaning the machines before a patient...but in the real world everyone forgets!)

Patient:

well I'd like it cleaned....please.

Colleague walks past me, makes a what-a-cow face, and goes into the toilets. Seconds later she returns with a roll of toilet paper(!).... I try very hard not to laugh...

Patient is obviously not impressed...

Patient:

For a nationally recognised company you should really take more care with hygiene.

Colleague:

Um...yeh...

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The manager is now ordering alcohol wipes.....so you can all sleep easy!

You know when you really want something. I mean really, really want it. But in order to have this thing you have to prove that you’re worthy of having it, and you have show that you’re better than the dozens of other people also wanting it.

But you want it so badly that words aren’t sufficient to describe your eagerness. You’re unable to spell out the reasons for wanting this; you just want it.

Ah I hate application forms.....especially the important ones....especially the one for the job I really, really want....It's unbelievable how long it's taking me to fill it in. And to make things worse, it's online....I hate online application forms. :(

What Exams Do To You...

The exam's just ended. Everyone's impatiently waiting for their paper to be collected. The invigilator, an old man probably in his fifties, comes to my desk to collect my paper. He points to my arm and then points to his own.....

Me:

(Panic!...What?! Does he think I cheated or something... Is there something written on my arm?! Oh my God!...What am I gonna do...What if he thinks I cheated and I get disqualified from the exam?...or worst still.....what if I get kicked out of uni! Oh my God...Oh my God!)

(I finally mumble out a few words) Erm....Sorry?

Invigilator:

My jacket and yours....they're the same!

(The checked pattern on his jacket was similar to the checked pattern on my coat)

Me:

Oh!...Yeh! (Is that it!?.....breath!).....Hahahah

Now I can't stop laughing at my stupidity!