"Rage....rage against....umm..."
Tesi: that silly 'potatoes' quote below is from 'A hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy' by the way. The film is on the way but read the book!
So now the term is winding down and I can finally catch my breath. Actually the last two weeks of the term always pass whilst The Student is in neutral gear- the brain is already on holiday- cocktails and all- while the body is trying to get into the mode as well. Oh yes, there's the final formal dinner of the term this time without a sheep stomach in sight. I'm still not going though. Rebel without a cause, yes, but I don't do formals. Now if there was a tap-dancing monkey and/or Charlize Theron as special guests then I might reconsider but no such luck for tomorrow's gathering. Will be in the bar later though- it's always really interesting then and I've had so many interesting conversations at the post- dinner gathering at the Hall bar.
A few friends and relatives have taken the trouble to google me-always a sign of 'where did it all go wrong?' - and were suprised that a few years ago I seemed intent on making as many friends as possible on those make friends online kinda sites. Those who know me very well might have guessed that it was only a morbid social experiment and it's one that I'm not going to explain right now. As with everything else in my life, it's a very long story but suffice to say getting emails from total strangers was not the masterplan.
Raymond how exactly does it feel to be 'mauled by a toothless dyslexic polar bear?' And how do I stop that happening to me? Other interesting tidbits from my buddy bloggers- Seema assuring us that she has not been 'eaten by a rhino', Teta ogling at a 'beautiful sexy jeep...dammn it was hot' and Laura's hilarious 'how can a workday not exist' rant. As for Tesi, that picture you put up of someone with an identity crisis was very traumatic for me. Exercise some caution woman! It was a real case of "aiiiii! my eyes!" Have you no shame whatsoever?
Oh yes- I ended up talking to our Kenyan friend the very next day after I posted about him. He came over to sit with us although the sheer strangeness of our circle had him looking around desperately for the fire exit which at the moment-weirdly enough- was blocked by a large octopus that was desperate to have some of the pasta. Just one of those things. Anyway he is an ok guy
Unfortunately the fun is over- everyone put down the swords/guns/pepper sprays/incriminating photos and passed the prevention of terrorism bill which means that house arrest, electronic tagging, curfews and the whole shebang are now going to be used in the fight against terrorism ("I cant go out Ali I have to be home by six") It's fascinating stuff- once again I'm only half-joking- and was certainly more entertaining than the Michael Jackson trial.
People in this country take politeness a bit too far. The other day at lunchtime I was reaching into my pocket for my phone when I accidentaly elbowed the girl sitting behind me. I turned around qucikly to say sorry but she beat me to it-she was so fast it must have been roughly three hundreth of a second- and apologized to me instead! I was so thrown off I ended up saying 'its okay'-and I was the one who elbowed her! You get the impression an English person will apologize to you simply for sharing the oxygen you are breathing.
So now the term is winding down and I can finally catch my breath. Actually the last two weeks of the term always pass whilst The Student is in neutral gear- the brain is already on holiday- cocktails and all- while the body is trying to get into the mode as well. Oh yes, there's the final formal dinner of the term this time without a sheep stomach in sight. I'm still not going though. Rebel without a cause, yes, but I don't do formals. Now if there was a tap-dancing monkey and/or Charlize Theron as special guests then I might reconsider but no such luck for tomorrow's gathering. Will be in the bar later though- it's always really interesting then and I've had so many interesting conversations at the post- dinner gathering at the Hall bar.
A few friends and relatives have taken the trouble to google me-always a sign of 'where did it all go wrong?' - and were suprised that a few years ago I seemed intent on making as many friends as possible on those make friends online kinda sites. Those who know me very well might have guessed that it was only a morbid social experiment and it's one that I'm not going to explain right now. As with everything else in my life, it's a very long story but suffice to say getting emails from total strangers was not the masterplan.
Raymond how exactly does it feel to be 'mauled by a toothless dyslexic polar bear?' And how do I stop that happening to me? Other interesting tidbits from my buddy bloggers- Seema assuring us that she has not been 'eaten by a rhino', Teta ogling at a 'beautiful sexy jeep...dammn it was hot' and Laura's hilarious 'how can a workday not exist' rant. As for Tesi, that picture you put up of someone with an identity crisis was very traumatic for me. Exercise some caution woman! It was a real case of "aiiiii! my eyes!" Have you no shame whatsoever?
Oh yes- I ended up talking to our Kenyan friend the very next day after I posted about him. He came over to sit with us although the sheer strangeness of our circle had him looking around desperately for the fire exit which at the moment-weirdly enough- was blocked by a large octopus that was desperate to have some of the pasta. Just one of those things. Anyway he is an ok guy
Unfortunately the fun is over- everyone put down the swords/guns/pepper sprays/incriminating photos and passed the prevention of terrorism bill which means that house arrest, electronic tagging, curfews and the whole shebang are now going to be used in the fight against terrorism ("I cant go out Ali I have to be home by six") It's fascinating stuff- once again I'm only half-joking- and was certainly more entertaining than the Michael Jackson trial.
People in this country take politeness a bit too far. The other day at lunchtime I was reaching into my pocket for my phone when I accidentaly elbowed the girl sitting behind me. I turned around qucikly to say sorry but she beat me to it-she was so fast it must have been roughly three hundreth of a second- and apologized to me instead! I was so thrown off I ended up saying 'its okay'-and I was the one who elbowed her! You get the impression an English person will apologize to you simply for sharing the oxygen you are breathing.
posted by Minzo at 3:02 AM
3 Comments:
Poor Chemical Ali, I guess his Big Ben flammbe will have to be done at midday now!
Ok James Dean,i recommend ZOLOFT!.
Ya for sure that sorry thing is too much. It pisses me off!!! My friend used to do that and we'd always fight about it. When i was like 9 i touched the fresh paint and said sorry to the painter at which point he said, "sole (sorry) ni nzi nkweto" corny now but hillarious then!!!
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