Evil Homework

Begone, Evil Materials Lab Report!! Hence from mine sight!!!
No more shalt thou torment mine eyes with thy abominable graphs and calculations!!!
Begone! Begone!!!

More Random Flat Conversations

Setting: Flat kitchen
Time: Around 6.15pm

[R comes in whistling and singing "All You Need Is Love", I am not-so-desperately wolfing down my dinner since I have to go for an exercise briefing at 7pm]
{Note: Dinner is commonly referred to as "tea" in these parts. I'll never understand why}

R: Tea, tea, tea... [Sees overgrown leek] My leek is growing on its own!! Oh no!!
Me: *sniggers*
R: Hope my mushrooms are ok... [looks at mushrooms] Ohhh...
Me: Your fungi growing fungi?
R: My fungi have got fungi.

[A long process then begins where R rummages through the recesses of the fridge and the freezer compartment and throws out random things which have by now gone way off. "It's not the 13th of October anymore, is it?" "No." "Is this my meat??" Asks the fellow who one day, very kindly fed me with my own chicken. ('twas a case of mistaken chicken-tity) Then he almost blows up the microwave by leaving the freezerbag-tie (you know those little metal twisty things?) on the freezerbag (in the first place... isn't plastic NOT supposed to go into the microwave?) and then very nearly sets himself on fire by adding water into a pan of hot fat.]

Gotta love the kitchen. Everything happens in the kitchen. Like this morning.

[After getting up late at 8.30am, I'm eating b'fast and watching the news when D comes in]
D: Hiya, how're you.
Me: Not too bad. Where were you last night?
D: Aw, I stayed over at P's.
Me: You know, we could probably sublet your room to someone else. [D is my landlord btw. 20yrs old, a student, and he's my landlord...]
D: !!! I'm around!! Sometimes...
Me: Sometimes...
D: Besides, what would you do with all my clothes? [Eyebrows wiggling in defiance, challenging]
Me: [Thinks for a second] You could live in the closet.
D:... I don't like this plan.

Lazy Saturday

I should be working on my Materials lab report. But here I am in the kitchen, sprawled out on the couch, BBC NEWS 24 on the telly, my logbook open on the coffee table and me blogging about my lack of motivation instead.

And I'm hungry. But it's only 4.45pm. And I feel like snacking. But I don't have any snacks and I SHOULDN'T be snacking in the first place.

It's so quiet in the flat... D's off sailing somewhere, R's off romping around in Skye and N works weekends. Can't stand this absense of human presence. Which explains why the telly's been on a good half of the day.

Argh..... Where has all my motivation gone... I was doing so well up until a couple days ago...

*quietly fizzles*

Random Flat Conversations

Setting: Flat Kitchen
Time: After a considerable amount of sugar and some dead silent time staring at textbooks

Me: We should have a flat party some time!
N: Yeah! That'd be cool. But I don't know if D would allow it though...
Me: Ahh, he will. I mean, he's young right...
N: Yeah, that's true.
Me: And he's got his whole life ahead of him.
N: ... ...

*uncontrollable laughter ensues*

Hence, it has been decided that at some point, there will be a party in celebration of D's youth. And that day shall then on be known as D's Day. I believe that a committee will be formed to petition for D's Day to be decreed a public holiday.

What?!?

She is actually still in class! It's a bloody miracle. How did this happen? Thought she'd be retained in first year but NO! She's in 2nd year with the rest of us!!! Maybe something went wrong in the school administration... No... It's just a miracle that's what it is... (O_o) Armageddon must be approaching...

(p.s. this is the one who during the start of first year, had to ask what a hard-drive was... (>_<)