You go back to work.
You start your course.
And you live in hibernation for another year.
Apparently.
Don't know why I was so surprised to find an email telling me to come into work, it spelled out one thing. This is the end of your Summer love, time for early mornings, early nights, and lack of a social life.
Over the last two days I've plunged myself back into the library job, moving shelves, hauling spare shelves and brackets to another side of the room, moving books from the top floor to the bottom floor, and squeezing every last book into the non-existent space on the shelves. I genuinely swear that tomorrow will be the day where I put the last straw to break the camel's back (or rather the last book to make the shelves explode and make it rain very heavy text books).
Aside from that I've actually had a good week in comparison.
I found my true mother and father, or should I say father and father, in my two best mates who babysat me whilst my parents went on holiday. I spent far too much money, over indulged, consumed far too much alcohol but it was some of the best days of my life. Here's some stories of the weekend:-
- A friend's family announcement saw me lurking in the toilets and ringing my friend to see if it was safe to leave yet - the family roared with laughter that I was that scared to come out...
- My friend's father believing me and his gay son actually have a thing going - LOL I shouldn't rape his phone so much...(though I do genuinely believe he gets hard over my rack....)
- I accidently let slip a few truths
- We heard my friend's father story which will go no further here than the first sentence 'The first night I made love to my wife..." *runs to toilet*
- We established that my best mates sister has had sex..
- I briefly thought I'd peed myself as I felt liquid running down my leg...and dripping on the floor (was a bottle of water)
- I proudly confessed to the Coop's workers that I thought I had peed myself and could I have a bag to put my stuff in...before pulling all the random crap out in front of them and shoving it in (they already think I hear voices...)
- I spent most of the night trying to dry it out under the hand drier in a pub that I've forgotten what it even looks like
- I tried to squash a foot long sandwich in my bag - didn't work, me and my mate ate it and thought it was 'bloody lush' despite not remembering what it tasted like the next day...
- My mate drank out of his half to find that there was pink lipstick around the rim of it...definitely not going there again...
- We ran into mates
- We ran into strangers
- We sat down next to fate
- Apparently I have a middle name - it's 'fucking'- as an old classmate spotted me out. He said my mam has a fat ass...
- We threw snooker balls to each other across the room...no idea why
- I screamed out that my emergency supply of tampons had probably just exploded with the wetness (of my bag) in front of some kids
- I couldn't believe my ipod didn't work...but then it did...then it didn't
- My rape alarm constantly whirled ... it doesn't like water either
- I managed to escape getting any rounds in thanks to my insanely small bladder.
- I told my mates I couldn't drink any more, they refused to believe why, so I spontaneously threw up mid-striding across a road - lush.
- We ran into fate several times, and I got a nice hug from fate too
- I fell out with all lasses in the town
- The town knows my dirty little secret
- We managed to go to every pub in the town now :) and about 2 short of the full whack in one night
And that was just Friday night...
Please let the good times live on regardless of how busy I'm going to be :)
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