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Queues, Quid, Queries and Queers
Posted on March 29th, 2010 2 commentsSo after being in London for about 6 months I’ve been slowly infected by Britishism. When saying thanks, I often use “cheers” instead. I put HP sauce on my chips, which are very different than crisps. I make small talk about the Arsenal Football Club. And I have been drinking tea almost daily. Basically, I am now a big fag. But, I guess things really haven’t changed much.
Quit being a fag long enough to get me some cream before I rape your soul.
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Regressing to the mean
Posted on November 16th, 2009 No commentsWell, after an exciting fun filled fresher’s week, it goes without saying, things should go back to normal, which means my luck is back to crap and then some. If anyone was a fan of Married with Children growing up, you might have heard of the Bundy Curse. The Bundy Curse was like a rubber band. Whatever good luck Al received, he would have to pay it back with an equal amount of bad luck. I try not to be so cynical but my history is without reproach. However, unlike Al, I don’t have a dead end job. But really, being a student again isn’t much better.
Come on Cibo, smile. It’s not that bad.
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People make life difficult.
Posted on November 12th, 2009 No commentsWell, the first half of the term is almost over. The program is set up to blow through the basic business courses in two sets over 12 weeks to get things up to speed, and then moving onto the cool shit. Now, 2 out of 3 projects were fairly easy. But, my life has been made difficult by everyone needing to argue every minor fucking point, bitchy girl giving me crap for rewriting her shit accounting paper and wanting me to do her presentation now to get back at me, and finally, having to write a marketing plan when people don’t read the book or go to lectures, but are nevertheless motivated to add their input.
What I felt like doing all week to some of them.
