The lederhosen lovers have returned :o) It was all hugs and screaming and running down the street to embrace one another with festive joy. Susie brought german chocolate :o) I love her. Not only for her money but also for her good looks... :p We had a nice gossipy catch up in terms of the males... and also swine flu.
Rob keeps interrupting me with talk of French and horses. Turns out, I eat them. Horses not the French. Although I don't actually eat either. Too french for my liking.
It didn't even rain that much today. Just aswell as I didnt have a coat or an umbrella. Flute lesson today was very productive :o) Fixed my flute with a sticker and some talcum powder. And also introduced Steve to a website I have learned of from the very wonderful Jake Eells. Cheers man.
World Development was lovely :o) except that Sexy Claire got told off. Although it was quite funny. We watched a film about a school in Uganda. They have some very strange false myths. One young man thought that if you have sex gently, you won't get HIV. Must be right cos he tested negative...?
I was squashing my personal statement today in Tresillian Study Centre, when my attention was suddenly caught by what I originally thought must have been Superman flying through the room. But on lifting my eyes to the heavens I saw that it was a bird. Inside. In college. In the computer room. Not superman. Now, call me old fashioned, but I thought that, traditionally, birds lived outside. Not in college. Not in the computer room. Having just doubled checked via google that I was not insane and that birds do normally inhabit the outdoors, I informed the clever ICT man who strolls up and down every now and again to throw people out if they're on facebook. It went a bit like this:
Me: Erm, excuse me Mr. Man. Are you aware that there is a bird inhabiting these facilities?
Mr. Man: Oh yes. It's been here since Friday.
Me: Oh I see. Is it on holiday?
Mr. Man: Erm...
Me: Because, I have done some research and most things with wings live outside.
Mr. Man: Well, we can't get it out.
Me: Why don't you catch it with a fishing net? That's what I normally do.
Mr.Man: *laugh*
I felt rather insulted by this and so I left. Poor Simon (I named the bird Simon). He will be missing all his birdy pals. And his mum's scones. Maybe the more caring staff will feed him some grain or something and he can become the TSC mascot/pet/thing. He could get his own twitter page. That would be nice.
Emily's home now. She finished school four hours ago... not quite sure what she's been up to... maybe she was feeding the bird...tuppence a ba
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Andy was away today so me and Dave drew on the white board :o) There was a heffalumpacus surfus (latin for surfing elephant). And a sheep stranded on a desert island. And Thor the god of thunder. And Othello and Desdemona. And a big fat 'Jesus Loves YOU Andy.' He is off on a jaunt somewhere. Alright for some.
I have to go now as Emily wants me to learn lines for Blood Brothers. Personally I think it would be more useful if she learned them as she is the one who will have to stand up in front of people and recite them. But hey ho.
Rave on beans.
P.s. No animals were harmed in the production of this post. However, Simon may be dead by now.
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