So i began my first day of "Proper" uni today (i say proper, i mean normal, not this induction crap) or atleast i thought i did.
Buses are on strike, like those robbing bastards NEED more money! £2 for a bus... JUST NO. Who can you thank for this? well, old 'Thatcher' i believe... thanks to her, who sold out public transport, we now have greedy companies raping us of every last copper..
ANYHOW, Uni began.. And APPARENTLY it was yet another mini induction... infact. IT WAS WORSE.
Health and Safety walkthrough. Great. How new and refreshing. So finally after the intense session of bullet points and warnings, we got to leave... 5 hours early... to go home.
Slight problem.
See, this morning, I Kiiindaaa left my phone at home, after giving up looking for it. Thus i had to way to ring my lift home. So, like any normal student would do, i had an choice: Facebook, or the Pub, and the pub aint no fun when your own your own. Thats what alcoholics do.
So, after an agonizing 4 hours of scanning through facebook photos, commenting on statuses, and status'ing various song lyrics from my ipod, it was 4, i got home... and low and behold the first thing i see in the living room, on the floor, in plain sight.
My phone.
Pissed off? Yes.
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