Will there ever be a boy born who can swim faster than a shark?
Sigh. Moan. Depressed.
More importantly though, if I crash land in the jungle, will I be able to eat my own shoes?
Sigh. Moan. Depressed.
More importantly though, if I crash land in the jungle, will I be able to eat my own shoes?
Lots of bad things. Seeing League of Gentlemen possibly the ONLY good thing in a very long run of of rubbishness.
And I may well drop out of University, by the way, I have decided that being unemployed is far more prefarable than reading these FUCKING LAW BOOKS.
I am, as may you gather, finding law a trifle hard.
Otherwise, there's no way in hell.
I voted today! I am now OFFICIALLY a GROWN UP!!! Thats, um, scary.
So, exams. WHAT?? When I walked out of my last A level exam, I was assured (ASSURED) that I would never have to do one again. So imagine my shock! Look, I worked bloody hard to get into this university, so I think its only acceptable that now, I can laze around all day.
Apparantly, that is not the case, and I'm meant to KNOW things. How marvellous.
So, instead of revising, which apparantly I have forgotten how to do, I am wasting time on here. Bugger.
Well isn't this nice? End of term, how lovely. Be fab to go home see my lovely friends and do some lovely drinking and lovely things such as…..I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS TOMMMY TASOU!!!!!! NOW STOP IT STRAIGHT AWAY…going bike riding, tractor riding, and frolicking in fields full of flowers. YOU ARE STILL READING! STOP IT!
On the serious side, we were told today that employers are potentially browsing University Blogs to see evidence of transferable skills. What skills? How to insult ones flatmates? (THAT IS YOU TOMMY.)
Exams soon= how is that possible? V . Scared.