Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47 and I can’t believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day
And the magnificent magnitude of my morning erection merely mocks me like the sun in its optimistic greeting of the day
"Isn't it great when you see the popular kids and bullies doing boring and terrible things in their life when it's the others who do far better and become superior" Derren Brown.
My current location is once again NG1 4FY - which basically is big thumbs up. Out of Wakefield and back at Uni, fresh for a new term. Arrived back on Friday evening to find a lifeless Gill Street however for one Welsh boy in high spirits Mr Matthew Wilcox who went back on the Monday to crack on with some work. Dedication.
Being out of Wakefield is a brilliant feeling. Not sure what that city offers people enough to keep them in the city. If anyone has any ideas I'd be more than happy to listen and tell you why you're wrong.
My aim before I start back into some heavy uni work is to secure a job. I'm not looking for anything major, just a few hours, enough to bring in some nice money to keep me topped up and be able to enjoy some things without feeling 'awww shit, can not afford this' for example going to Seawater or Coco Tang.
One thing that did make me laugh massively when I got back was to find that a team of three girls had pushed some stuff under my door during the holidays. The letter they left reads a bit like this:
"Miles - people say you smile, but they are being in denial, they should go to a trial, and see that you are very vial/vile (haha), I think you have a pile of style, that's not very stylish. The End.
P.S - I watch you when you don't know
P.P.S - I'm on my period."
Next to the letter was a pearl tampon. This letter was left by Grace Tydeman (fellow blogger), Jody Dale (fellow blogger) and Lizzie Hiles.
Now I'm not going to dwell on it very long but that is the worst poem I have ever read. Shakespeare must be turning in his grave and Roger McGough must be feeling rather sick and the destruction of the written word.
Finally I'm being strong in an ongoing Moodle episode. My patience and understanding is really running fine these days with this situation. I'm not going to go into complete detail but it just feels like lame mind games and attention seeking. As far as I can remember I've been interested in the chase, but now, this isn't me. Really is not. It is a shame that it never had a chance to see where it could go. I'm still waiting for this phone call.
Today - King Kenny takes charge of the Liverpool team against Manchester United in the FA Cup. Usually I'd be full of nerves in the build up towards a game of this magnitude however when a team is at rock bottom with confidence issues I know expect anything outrageous. All I want to see is a good shift put in by Torres, Joe Cole and Ryan Babel. I truely believe these players are a huge key if they play well together. Huge talent throughout the team that need to pull together and get this sorted. Plus I'm going to watch the reds play on the 26th of Jan and I wouldn't mind seeing a top performance from the TEAM.
http://twitter.com/LizzieH123 - My friend Lizzie is now on Twitter, she is one of the cutest, blonde, biggest giggling machines that I have ever met. She's class.
No comments:
Post a Comment