The very last thing I want to be reminded of is school PE lessons, but luckily for me, that’s exactly what I was in store for at 9am on a Monday morning.
To cut a long and boring story short, myself “Head Poncho” (nicknamed after somebody misheard me) and Matt “Soul Trader” (because one misspelling must follow another) were chosen as Executive Producers of each Live Broadcast team and had to choose who else we wanted to work with for the module.
Oh, reader. I am sad. Tonight is the very last time I shall have to go off the radar in order to avoid Breaking Bad spoilers.
I’ve got a problem.
Maybe I should be more specific? I mean, I’ve got lots of problems, and the majority of them aren’t really up for discussion in the public domain.
The one problem I *am* willing to discuss is my issue with watches.
In terms of ideal things to happen, last night’s late night occurrence was not included.
Basically, my full stop key came off my laptop keyboard and I’ve yet to be able to reattach it.
If I’ve learnt anything from my short time on Earth (almost 23 years, if we’re being precise), it’s to never go to a film you know is going to make you cry wearing eyeliner, and having no tissues.
It’s a recipe for complete disaster.
BUT I NEVER BLOODY LEARN.
I’m still yet to discover what the actual point of going into Uni for half an hour of a lecture today was.
I mean, yes it was nice because I got to spend time with my lovely pals, but I can do that anytime.
It would appear that if this week is anything to go by, I’m going to spend my year surrounded by lovely boys, playing video games incredibly badly.
I would love to tell you what I’ve been discussing with the boys tonight, but even *I* don’t think it’s massively appropriate to mention here.
It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for a quiz. Please provide your answers in the comments below.
Are any of you really surprised when I tell you that once again, the Freshers have made me ILL.
Thanks guys and girls.
There’s nothing worse than being stuck in the house with a runny nose, feeling like crap when everyone else is doing nice fun things.
Closing Musings 