Yeah
Yesterday was an average day.
Got up and went to work. This is the second time that I have worked cleaning that old couple's house. I clean there on Friday mornings. I did a better job this week than last week, and I didn't get moaned at for not dusting thoroughly. In fact, yesterday I didn't do any dusting whatsoever. It was mainly hoovering and mopping, stuff I've done a thousand times before for the Council.
I a bit hungover and residually drunk when I went to work, for I had got drunk the night before. It makes getting up a bit tough, but overall it's probably a vague help because being drunk takes the edge off what is fundamentally a rather boring job. The old woman is fairly nice, though I think she's a bit fussy.
I missed my lecture at 2, decided to sit at Watson's and drink a cup of tea and eat some pasta. Then went to a computing lab, and then went to my flat to do a bit of studying to alleviate my guilt. Watson Sociology project is late, he thought it was due next week, but it was due yesterday. Felt bad for the guy, these mistakes can be easily made sometimes.
Went out drinking last night, it was fairly uneventful but I was feeling vaguely annoyed about something, but I'm not sure what. I think it was seeing some fat chump of an ex of mine that annoyed me. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? She's a fucking dolt, and butt ugly. I must've been utterly fucking nuts or incomprehensibly desperate. Man, Jeez, fucking hell.
I then had some other ex start bitching and moaning at me about my coat. I mean she can fuck off too. I also saw yet another ex, but we get on well, I just find her boring as opposed to annoying and/or repulsive.
Went and ate toasties afterwards. When woke up this morning I had a vague feeling that I probably annoyed some people or did something to embarass myself. I was worried that I might have just stood in the middle of the Chaplaincy and just taken a piss over someone's feet.. I'm told I tried to steal a hoover from the Chapliancy, but I don't remember this at all. Meh, I work as a cleaner, it's bound to have some sort of impact on me. I have a stolen "Cleaning in progress" sign in my wardrobe back in my room. Plus I think that I can put the hoover to better use than God's botherers. I was chased by some woman who asked me to put it back.
Apparently a few weeks back I tried to steal a pumpkin from the Chapliancy, but I don't remember that either. I just like souvenirs from my nights out, it's just something to do because this place gets very samey after a while.
Watson was chatting to some guy whose girlfriend has broke up with him, and the guy burst into tears. I wasn't around at that point, no doubt too busy making a nuisance of myself elsewhere. Woke up with pen all over me, but I don't remember how that happened. Watson was also chatting to some girl I vaguely like, but I'd never want to have a relationship with her. The way I am right now, not sure I want a relationship. Too many people know everyone else at this uni, it's very incestuous and I want to keep myself distanced from that shit. On Thursday night I was wrestling some girl to the gorund in the mud, and then walked back part the way hand in hand. No idea what that was about really.
I also pulled down lots of posters of some clubs and societies at the uni. I was glad i did that, I don't like those societies, or the people in them. It's hard to describe what I don't like, they're just so annoying. They're just like the clean living, clean thinking, morally sound, smug, patronizing bastards. I was a little apprehensive about pulling them down lest campus security bust me again. They took down my details a few weeks back for trying to steal furniture from the atrium with G. Watson said I wasn't doing a good job of pulling the posters down, and he was right, it was far too apprehensive, and not enough rage. I got them all down in the end though, and I was pleased.
I don't remember walking back, but apparently Watson slept with some girl he bumped into on the way back to his flat. He had unprotected sex he was telling me, but I didn't really care, it's not like I was going to sleep with the guy. The chances are I won't sleep with the girl either. So no bother to me.
I woke up around 7:20 am to find myself sprawled all over the living room floor. I have vague memories now of going to sleep on the floor because I couldn't move I was feeling so sick. I'm told that I was sleeping really loud, which sounds about right. I wish I didn't snore, I remember how my old girlfriend used to keep waking me up to stop me snoring. It was quite embarassing.
When I got up, I went to my bed and slept until lunchtime.
Then I went in search of a computing lab, but the computers in the one didn't work. Nobody was in there so I started kicking them, but I didn't break any of them.
Then I came here, and here I am.
Got up and went to work. This is the second time that I have worked cleaning that old couple's house. I clean there on Friday mornings. I did a better job this week than last week, and I didn't get moaned at for not dusting thoroughly. In fact, yesterday I didn't do any dusting whatsoever. It was mainly hoovering and mopping, stuff I've done a thousand times before for the Council.
I a bit hungover and residually drunk when I went to work, for I had got drunk the night before. It makes getting up a bit tough, but overall it's probably a vague help because being drunk takes the edge off what is fundamentally a rather boring job. The old woman is fairly nice, though I think she's a bit fussy.
I missed my lecture at 2, decided to sit at Watson's and drink a cup of tea and eat some pasta. Then went to a computing lab, and then went to my flat to do a bit of studying to alleviate my guilt. Watson Sociology project is late, he thought it was due next week, but it was due yesterday. Felt bad for the guy, these mistakes can be easily made sometimes.
Went out drinking last night, it was fairly uneventful but I was feeling vaguely annoyed about something, but I'm not sure what. I think it was seeing some fat chump of an ex of mine that annoyed me. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? She's a fucking dolt, and butt ugly. I must've been utterly fucking nuts or incomprehensibly desperate. Man, Jeez, fucking hell.
I then had some other ex start bitching and moaning at me about my coat. I mean she can fuck off too. I also saw yet another ex, but we get on well, I just find her boring as opposed to annoying and/or repulsive.
Went and ate toasties afterwards. When woke up this morning I had a vague feeling that I probably annoyed some people or did something to embarass myself. I was worried that I might have just stood in the middle of the Chaplaincy and just taken a piss over someone's feet.. I'm told I tried to steal a hoover from the Chapliancy, but I don't remember this at all. Meh, I work as a cleaner, it's bound to have some sort of impact on me. I have a stolen "Cleaning in progress" sign in my wardrobe back in my room. Plus I think that I can put the hoover to better use than God's botherers. I was chased by some woman who asked me to put it back.
Apparently a few weeks back I tried to steal a pumpkin from the Chapliancy, but I don't remember that either. I just like souvenirs from my nights out, it's just something to do because this place gets very samey after a while.
Watson was chatting to some guy whose girlfriend has broke up with him, and the guy burst into tears. I wasn't around at that point, no doubt too busy making a nuisance of myself elsewhere. Woke up with pen all over me, but I don't remember how that happened. Watson was also chatting to some girl I vaguely like, but I'd never want to have a relationship with her. The way I am right now, not sure I want a relationship. Too many people know everyone else at this uni, it's very incestuous and I want to keep myself distanced from that shit. On Thursday night I was wrestling some girl to the gorund in the mud, and then walked back part the way hand in hand. No idea what that was about really.
I also pulled down lots of posters of some clubs and societies at the uni. I was glad i did that, I don't like those societies, or the people in them. It's hard to describe what I don't like, they're just so annoying. They're just like the clean living, clean thinking, morally sound, smug, patronizing bastards. I was a little apprehensive about pulling them down lest campus security bust me again. They took down my details a few weeks back for trying to steal furniture from the atrium with G. Watson said I wasn't doing a good job of pulling the posters down, and he was right, it was far too apprehensive, and not enough rage. I got them all down in the end though, and I was pleased.
I don't remember walking back, but apparently Watson slept with some girl he bumped into on the way back to his flat. He had unprotected sex he was telling me, but I didn't really care, it's not like I was going to sleep with the guy. The chances are I won't sleep with the girl either. So no bother to me.
I woke up around 7:20 am to find myself sprawled all over the living room floor. I have vague memories now of going to sleep on the floor because I couldn't move I was feeling so sick. I'm told that I was sleeping really loud, which sounds about right. I wish I didn't snore, I remember how my old girlfriend used to keep waking me up to stop me snoring. It was quite embarassing.
When I got up, I went to my bed and slept until lunchtime.
Then I went in search of a computing lab, but the computers in the one didn't work. Nobody was in there so I started kicking them, but I didn't break any of them.
Then I came here, and here I am.
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