Hello, hello... heeello . Hello! ..hello, hello. Hello.
I just returned from my kitchen, where I sloppily put together some eggs, bacon and toast, and left all of my shit out for the maid to clean up. Oh well, right? No I'm kidding, I cleaned most of it up.
Some bro outside my window just said "HA d'you go out last night?" .. Probably a fucker.
Anyway, before my mediocre breakfast I had ancient Greek... last class of the day... noon it's done. Did you know there's TWENTY-FOUR ways to say "THE". That's the fucking stupidest word to make 24 variations of! If I made the language there would be like 30 ways to say "nutsack" or "Hey bro, put your nutsack back, no one wants to see that shit" or "good goin', nutsack". But no... "the". That is an ideal word to talk about to put students into a deep sleep (like, make students sleep forever.... kill themselves). I won't get too hung up on it. I need to focus on learning how to say "the honor" and "the goddess". But in order to do so, I need to pick which "the" to use! What the FUCK!?
Yesterday was almost a complete super failure (as far as the cute girl in my sociology class goes). I walk in, sit in front of her (bad move, because I wasn't able to stare at her the whole class through the back of my fucking head), so I had to look... at the teacher, who has a peculiar hearing problem. Apparently she could NOT hear the word "profit" that this one dude tried to say as an answer to one of her questions. He really had to say it 7 or 8 times, and by that time I was just straight up laughing. But some old fart in my class mumbled out spit and words, and I couldn't even fucking hear the geezer, but the teacher heard her PERFECTLY and answered the question, and went back to not hearing shit. Oh wait.. the girl. So I didn't get a chance to say a thing to her the entire 1.5 hour class (usually is 2 hours), and finally we get dismissed and I'm like "fuck yourself, Greg, you fail". And I begin talking to the teacher about some problem I have, because I'm not on the attendance sheet (still not solved), and I see the girl walk out (while I'm talking to this deaf teacher), and she smiles and says "hi" and waves, and I do the same but I'm like 'SHIT, THIS TEACHER NEEDS TO SHUT UP SO I CAN CHASE HER!' And of course she won't let me go she talked for like 31 seconds longer and I end it real fast and power walk/jog out to the courtyard, and she's nowhere! And I'm just like FUCK, now I have to wait another whole week. She could get laid 15 times between then and now, and I'll get nothing. Maybe I'll see her during the week again. I should've just turned around and started talking to her instead of listening to the teacher in the 90 minutes I had to do so.
Now I may go into central London to buy some shit. I need to buy some shit, I haven't bought all that much shit.
If anyone from CT reads this,
geilbolf (that's how you sat "nutsack" in my new language.))))))
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Monday, 13 October 2008
Monday Funday
I just woke woke up. I have class in 20 minutes. If I'm 15 minutes late I won't get in. Maybe I should be 15 minutes late. Everytime I'm a little late to that class, everyone has already filed into the back rows because they're cool obviously, so I'm stuck basically sitting on the fucking teachers lap 2 inches away from the board. But not only that... I come in late, and I have to go sit on top of the fucking teacher? Gimme a break. He notices every single time and looks at me like I'm a fuckin asshole. My parents aren't here to wake me up shithead! I'm going to be late. My alarm is a fucking rooster call, it just makes me angry, it doesn't wake me up. So the next alarm is my phone, and it just vibrates (hehe), but if it's on the floor or in my pants or some shit I don't hear it! So I have to rely on the rooster noise to scrape me out of bed and into my boring Monday class. Am I prepared today? No.. but I'm awake.
On a different Monday note, there's the cutest English girl I've seen here so far in my afternoon class. Last Monday I was planning on trying to talk to her... and I did! Sorta. I had asked her about homework early on in the class and she smiled and told me and blah blah blah. So later in the class, all of the lights were off. The teacher asked if anyone wanted them on. No one said anything. She said "no one?" I figured this was my chance to draw attention to myself. I raised my hand and smiled and said "I need them on." And everyone groans and wants to kill me. And I had to insist for a few minutes that I really really wanted them on, and NO ONE else did. Everyone just looked at me, and the cute girl infront of me turned around and laughed and said "you're just trying to be difficult." And I said "fuck me, please." And she laughed an took my hand and we left class to get down in my mercedes then hit the hot tub in my mansion suite.
....Some of that was actually true. Huh, we'll see what happens today, I guess.
OH but I really did see her at the bar the same night I saw the slick "fuck yes" nodding dude, an she said "hi" to me, and that she recognized me. But neither of us know eachother's names... That's what I'll do today. And take her back to the Palace ONCE AGAIN
On a different Monday note, there's the cutest English girl I've seen here so far in my afternoon class. Last Monday I was planning on trying to talk to her... and I did! Sorta. I had asked her about homework early on in the class and she smiled and told me and blah blah blah. So later in the class, all of the lights were off. The teacher asked if anyone wanted them on. No one said anything. She said "no one?" I figured this was my chance to draw attention to myself. I raised my hand and smiled and said "I need them on." And everyone groans and wants to kill me. And I had to insist for a few minutes that I really really wanted them on, and NO ONE else did. Everyone just looked at me, and the cute girl infront of me turned around and laughed and said "you're just trying to be difficult." And I said "fuck me, please." And she laughed an took my hand and we left class to get down in my mercedes then hit the hot tub in my mansion suite.
....Some of that was actually true. Huh, we'll see what happens today, I guess.
OH but I really did see her at the bar the same night I saw the slick "fuck yes" nodding dude, an she said "hi" to me, and that she recognized me. But neither of us know eachother's names... That's what I'll do today. And take her back to the Palace ONCE AGAIN
Sunday, 12 October 2008
This place is the balls, AMIRITE
Obviously, I've decided to make a blog. I've been going to school just outside central London, England for about a month (it'll be 1 month in 4 days I believe). And today... 4 days short of a month into my trip, I'm writing about it. I'll stop once I'm not here anymore.
Before I forget, let me remind myself and you of the gigantic ass-snake I saw the other day. I was in a bar on campus, and this clown was bobbing his head, just hanging out in the middle of the bar.. with no one. I was waiting behind a group of already wasted "uni" kids trying to push their way to the front to order 26 tequilla shots for a whole table of people they didn't know but who probably ended up having an orgy that night, and didn't invite me, because I didn't pay for anyone's drink. So I'm standing behind all those mothefuckers, waiting patiently for a single pint of beer I could enjoy at a picnic table outside, and this dude is just standing in the middle of the floor, no clear cut homies, not talking to anyone, looking around with this grin on his face, bobbing his head. He's sipping some sort alcoholic beverage (which might explain the look on this dudes face, that or he was getting sleepy from a roofie someone slipped into it), and I can see him looking at me through the corner of my eye, and I pretend to look at the "menu" of drinks behind the bar. But obviously I can't see it behind the crowd of drunk bitches, and this guy is just waiting for me to take a look so I could appreciate his.. sweet pinstripe buttondown shirt or something. I give in. I take a look at this guy, and he's Mr. Cool. His hair is slicked back (but I don't understand how because it didn't look wet or anything. It just looked like my dry, unslickable hair, but it was slicked. Maybe you'd have to see it to believe it.) And he's a little shorter than me, takes a sip of his drink, looks at me (with that weird grin), nods (not just a single, this was like a triple nod... like a "fuck yes") and looks away (all the while bobbing his head to the shitty song pounding over everyone's voices). Why the FUCK was it so important for me to look at this dude if he was just going to nod yes to me and continue looking like a slick master of cool, and not talk to anyone. I didn't let it bother me, but I saw him again the next night talking to one of my friends and I started laughing alot because he looked exactly the same and he just looks like such a goofy ass dude, when really if you saw this guy you'd think he's a chick magnet or whatever. I think he's just a snake. Honestly, he was like the definition of snake. You don't hate him for any reason, but I knew he'd slither away from the bar that night and eat a cow whole or some shit.
Oh yeah and if you're wondering how ugly the girls in England are, they're not all ugly. There's plenty of hot girls on campus. OH, and if you're wondering if I'm getting any action. No, I'm not. So that answers that.
I'll keep this updated.
Before I forget, let me remind myself and you of the gigantic ass-snake I saw the other day. I was in a bar on campus, and this clown was bobbing his head, just hanging out in the middle of the bar.. with no one. I was waiting behind a group of already wasted "uni" kids trying to push their way to the front to order 26 tequilla shots for a whole table of people they didn't know but who probably ended up having an orgy that night, and didn't invite me, because I didn't pay for anyone's drink. So I'm standing behind all those mothefuckers, waiting patiently for a single pint of beer I could enjoy at a picnic table outside, and this dude is just standing in the middle of the floor, no clear cut homies, not talking to anyone, looking around with this grin on his face, bobbing his head. He's sipping some sort alcoholic beverage (which might explain the look on this dudes face, that or he was getting sleepy from a roofie someone slipped into it), and I can see him looking at me through the corner of my eye, and I pretend to look at the "menu" of drinks behind the bar. But obviously I can't see it behind the crowd of drunk bitches, and this guy is just waiting for me to take a look so I could appreciate his.. sweet pinstripe buttondown shirt or something. I give in. I take a look at this guy, and he's Mr. Cool. His hair is slicked back (but I don't understand how because it didn't look wet or anything. It just looked like my dry, unslickable hair, but it was slicked. Maybe you'd have to see it to believe it.) And he's a little shorter than me, takes a sip of his drink, looks at me (with that weird grin), nods (not just a single, this was like a triple nod... like a "fuck yes") and looks away (all the while bobbing his head to the shitty song pounding over everyone's voices). Why the FUCK was it so important for me to look at this dude if he was just going to nod yes to me and continue looking like a slick master of cool, and not talk to anyone. I didn't let it bother me, but I saw him again the next night talking to one of my friends and I started laughing alot because he looked exactly the same and he just looks like such a goofy ass dude, when really if you saw this guy you'd think he's a chick magnet or whatever. I think he's just a snake. Honestly, he was like the definition of snake. You don't hate him for any reason, but I knew he'd slither away from the bar that night and eat a cow whole or some shit.
Oh yeah and if you're wondering how ugly the girls in England are, they're not all ugly. There's plenty of hot girls on campus. OH, and if you're wondering if I'm getting any action. No, I'm not. So that answers that.
I'll keep this updated.
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