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I am a mature student, which I hate.
I study Journalism, which I also hate.
Have just started my own website/magasine called 'Shitting Thunder' with a friend. It will one day take over the world.
I will some day murder Rupert Murdoch and take over his job.
Also trying to sort out my oen newspaper for when I graduate, which will run in strict competition with papers like the Daily Sport/Star - called The Daily Boobs - 'Less News, More Boobs'. This will make me a millionaire.
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I am a mature student, which I hate.
I study Journalism, which I also hate.
Have just started my own website/magasine called 'Shitting Thunder' with a friend. It will one day take over the world.
I will some day murder Rupert Murdoch and take over his job.
Also trying to sort out my oen newspaper for when I graduate, which will run in strict competition with papers like the Daily Sport/Star - called The Daily Boobs - 'Less News, More Boobs'. This will make me a millionaire.
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» Sleepwalking
Night-time Weirdness...
My fella likes to shout abuse at his workmates in his sleep.
Very loudly.
Right down my ear.
It's hard enough for me to get to sleep at the moment, being heavily pregnant, but I can guarantee as soon as I drop off..."What the FUCK did you just call me?"
He also likes to blow kisses and says "I love you" a lot.
I also think this may be directed at his workmates.
An ex of mine used to sit up and scream in his sleep, usually followed with him punching me in the back of the head.
That relationship didn't last long.
My sister used to go into my Mum's room all the time and engage her in conversation:
Sis: Mum! Quick! Get up - you're lying on my chocolate biscuit!!
Mum: (who's just been woken up) Sorry! (before starting to look for imaginary biscuit)
Sis: Have you seen Dad's curlers?
Mum: What?
Sis: Dad keeps curlers in his wardrobe.
Mum: ...what colour are they?
Cousin in Australia used to leave the house in her sleep. Usually only to the bottom of the garden.
Until one morning her parents went downstairs to find the front door open - on checking her room they found she wasn't there.
They searched the streets around the area for a bit before calling the Police.
She arrived home not long after, in a Police car.
They'd found her on top of a Post Box, completely naked, a couple of miles from her house!
(Thu 23rd Aug 2007, 21:22, More)
Night-time Weirdness...
My fella likes to shout abuse at his workmates in his sleep.
Very loudly.
Right down my ear.
It's hard enough for me to get to sleep at the moment, being heavily pregnant, but I can guarantee as soon as I drop off..."What the FUCK did you just call me?"
He also likes to blow kisses and says "I love you" a lot.
I also think this may be directed at his workmates.
An ex of mine used to sit up and scream in his sleep, usually followed with him punching me in the back of the head.
That relationship didn't last long.
My sister used to go into my Mum's room all the time and engage her in conversation:
Sis: Mum! Quick! Get up - you're lying on my chocolate biscuit!!
Mum: (who's just been woken up) Sorry! (before starting to look for imaginary biscuit)
Sis: Have you seen Dad's curlers?
Mum: What?
Sis: Dad keeps curlers in his wardrobe.
Mum: ...what colour are they?
Cousin in Australia used to leave the house in her sleep. Usually only to the bottom of the garden.
Until one morning her parents went downstairs to find the front door open - on checking her room they found she wasn't there.
They searched the streets around the area for a bit before calling the Police.
She arrived home not long after, in a Police car.
They'd found her on top of a Post Box, completely naked, a couple of miles from her house!
(Thu 23rd Aug 2007, 21:22, More)
» Personal Hygiene
My first year at university.....
there was a lovely guy who lived in the opposite corridoor to mine.
He was a little bit weird, but on the whole everyone on our floor got on with him.
Things were fine for the first couple of weeks...he didn't smell pleasant but then we all put that down to being away from home...etc.
The smell grew steadily worse, until you couldn't walk into the opposite corridoor without gagging, the smell REALLY clung to you and you had to wash everytime he was around you. We banned him from our kitchen in the end because the smell would linger for so long after he'd left.
It all came to a head over summer. The stench was able to get through two sets of double doors and into all of our bedroom, even mine and I was as far away from his room as was possible.
My parents came to visit and I had to hold my Mum back from marching to the accomodations officer, "about the obviously dire state of the toilets and drains in the halls."
When he moved out, the university stripped his room and spent a very long time bleaching and disinfecting everything in an attempt to get rid of the smell.
He apparently smells much better now. Fucking lazy-arsed students...
(Tue 27th Mar 2007, 0:51, More)
My first year at university.....
there was a lovely guy who lived in the opposite corridoor to mine.
He was a little bit weird, but on the whole everyone on our floor got on with him.
Things were fine for the first couple of weeks...he didn't smell pleasant but then we all put that down to being away from home...etc.
The smell grew steadily worse, until you couldn't walk into the opposite corridoor without gagging, the smell REALLY clung to you and you had to wash everytime he was around you. We banned him from our kitchen in the end because the smell would linger for so long after he'd left.
It all came to a head over summer. The stench was able to get through two sets of double doors and into all of our bedroom, even mine and I was as far away from his room as was possible.
My parents came to visit and I had to hold my Mum back from marching to the accomodations officer, "about the obviously dire state of the toilets and drains in the halls."
When he moved out, the university stripped his room and spent a very long time bleaching and disinfecting everything in an attempt to get rid of the smell.
He apparently smells much better now. Fucking lazy-arsed students...
(Tue 27th Mar 2007, 0:51, More)