We all pile into PJ's Vauxhall Corsa. There are four of us. Naturally the two tallest, myself and JB, are shoved in the back. And climbing into the back of a car with only two doors has never been an easy feat for me. It makes me feel like I have an enormously large bottom. Which I don't*.
Our destination for the day: the next Town, as that is where the local government offices are. We are being sued by them for non-payment of council tax, so we have a bit of a problem. Being the non-tax-paying students that we are, we didn't find this out until we returned this week from our parents. Our supposed court date is Thursday.
So we leave our little cul-de-sac (read: narrow road in the Ghetto) and set off.
Twenty minutes later, we have driven a grand total of two hundred yards(they are installing a new traffic light system. Obviously it's not working.), and it dawns on us that we have absolutely no idea as to how to get to the council office. we make a conscious decision to turn back and get the SatNav (christmas present from Dad of PJ). Unfortunately for us, we are in a one way system and therefore have to drive around the entire town to get back to our house, thus adding another ten minutes to our journey. HT gets out, deciding to walk and therefore hoping to get there before us so we dont waste anymore time.
We arrive at the same time, HT having stopped for a beer along the way.
*This said, I don't buy jeans from GAP, as they are made for arses the size of pinheads. Maybe it's just me.
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Monday, 8 January 2007
Wednesday, 22 November 2006
post one
I'm sitting in my room in North Wales preparing for an oral exam I have tomorrow in Spanish. I am nowhere near prepared for it, and I probably won't sleep tonight for worrying about it. I am tempted just to go to bed and leave it until the morning, but the exam is at 10am and I know I won't get up early enough.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
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