In February I bought 4 Reading festival tickets for £350 on eBay, which is a bloody bargain seeing as they always sell out at £180 each. Anyway, recently I messaged him to check up everything was fine, and that the tickets will still be sent when they arrive to his address. I got no reply. I tried contacting again a few days later. No reply. I contacted eBay and now they are trying to sort it out to make sure that I either get my money back or the douche honours his sale.
Me thinks he's just pissed that he paid over £600 for them.
I cba buying big stuf on eBay anymore. Always more hassle than its worth.
Also a shout out to Stacey as I only just remembered I said I'd mention her at metros haha :D
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Saturday, 30 May 2009
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Meg.
I'll jut write a few of the things that Meg has said.
"Are you international students?" to me and Sam, because we are from Wales and went to an English university.
"Is Dale Winton gay?" as she is watching an episode of Dale's supermarket sweep.
"I thought that was a river, so you could only get into Wales by going over the Severn Bridge." only just realising that the border between Wales and England wasn't a river.
Meg is 20.
...and at univeristy.
"Are you international students?" to me and Sam, because we are from Wales and went to an English university.
"Is Dale Winton gay?" as she is watching an episode of Dale's supermarket sweep.
"I thought that was a river, so you could only get into Wales by going over the Severn Bridge." only just realising that the border between Wales and England wasn't a river.
Meg is 20.
...and at univeristy.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Presentation
I genereally struggle infront of people to speak properly, I stutter and talk to fast and ramble about shit. So presentations are something that I don't describe as my strongpoint. So far throughout university I have done three presentations, each of them a giant fail at life
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The first presentation was about a month into univeristy, and all was going good until the printers in the library didnt work and I was the only person in my group to have their work printed off, so I was the only one to turn up out of my group, and I turned up late and out of breath (because I was waiting for them to print thier speeches off), so I had to read out my part of the presentation (which didn't make sense without the other group member's parts before it) constantly stuttered and said it too fast. When I was done the seminar tutor called me inadequate and pathetic in front of the entire class.
The second presentation I did was about 2 months ago, all was going fine and dandy until I went to click to go onto the next slide on the powerpoint, as I bent over to click, my ass pushed the switch off behind me, which was the switch to the projector. In a desperate attempt to save the situation I tried to turn it back on, but it didnt work. I suppose me saying "fat ass" as soon as it clicked off didnt help.
The last presentation I did was on tuesday, It didnt go that bad, apart from the fast that the foundation of a presentation is speaking... and I lost my voice. This was because of the sore throat I've had for the past week or two. I constantly tried to speak before the presentation started, but either sounded like a rapist, a mouse or a mute. My voice eventually started working-ish in time for the presentation, even if I did sound like the voice in a horror movie advert.
I think that presentations are getting less embarrasing over time, so maybe on my next on it might possible pass as enjoyable, but I somehow doubt it.
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The first presentation was about a month into univeristy, and all was going good until the printers in the library didnt work and I was the only person in my group to have their work printed off, so I was the only one to turn up out of my group, and I turned up late and out of breath (because I was waiting for them to print thier speeches off), so I had to read out my part of the presentation (which didn't make sense without the other group member's parts before it) constantly stuttered and said it too fast. When I was done the seminar tutor called me inadequate and pathetic in front of the entire class.
The second presentation I did was about 2 months ago, all was going fine and dandy until I went to click to go onto the next slide on the powerpoint, as I bent over to click, my ass pushed the switch off behind me, which was the switch to the projector. In a desperate attempt to save the situation I tried to turn it back on, but it didnt work. I suppose me saying "fat ass" as soon as it clicked off didnt help.
The last presentation I did was on tuesday, It didnt go that bad, apart from the fast that the foundation of a presentation is speaking... and I lost my voice. This was because of the sore throat I've had for the past week or two. I constantly tried to speak before the presentation started, but either sounded like a rapist, a mouse or a mute. My voice eventually started working-ish in time for the presentation, even if I did sound like the voice in a horror movie advert.
I think that presentations are getting less embarrasing over time, so maybe on my next on it might possible pass as enjoyable, but I somehow doubt it.
Monday, 20 April 2009
Anus
Yesterday I came back to Portsmouth, to find out that my housemate has had a prostate exam.
You know how I know you're gay?
You've had a guy's finger up your chocolate starfish.
Its not easy is it TK.
You know how I know you're gay?
You've had a guy's finger up your chocolate starfish.
Its not easy is it TK.
Friday, 10 April 2009
Metros
If you're in Cardiff, then Wednesday night is metros night. The best night ever. All your mates, mega cheap drinks (£1.29 doubles!) and free toast if you're there long enough.
All of these things garuantee a good night.
The general layout of a standard night would be, gatekeeper before to have a catch up/debate/bitch.
Followed by this is a stroll to metros, 2 minutes around the corner, hoping that there's no queue, and if there is one, then wishing that you'd got a stamp before going to gatekeeper to avoid the inevitable queue jumpers that generally tend to look like they'd be better suited to oceana/liquid/fucking their sister.
After getting in, walk right the way down to meet and greet all the people you havent seen since school and only ever see there, have a good natter about eachothers lives.
By the time that all of the catching up has finished, its time for a drink, go to the bar with a fiver and get two doublevodka paint thinner lemonades. Drink them whilst trying to find the people you came with, stopping on the way to reconverse with old school friends.
Once you find them, its time for another set of drinks, after that everyone fancies a fag, so go outside, rather drunk by this point due to the industrial strength alcohol. Have many epic yet intimate conversations (yes Sam, I stole the phrase).
Usually the next part is pretty much a blur, with random highlights of meeting new people, people crying, people dissapearing. After the blur is the inevitable Chippy lane, the largest and greatst selection of fish and chip shops in the world (well, Wales at least). Then the taxi home with the few that are left and have not left due to unforseen circumstances e.g. illness, comedowns, getting laid, getting lost.
This entry doesn't really belong on this blog, because this blog is meant to be about things in my life that generally aren't easy, where as this, is. Its what I look forward to every week at home, and what I look forward to coming home for.
Actually, scratch that. Thursday mornings are the epitome of not easy.
All of these things garuantee a good night.
The general layout of a standard night would be, gatekeeper before to have a catch up/debate/bitch.
Followed by this is a stroll to metros, 2 minutes around the corner, hoping that there's no queue, and if there is one, then wishing that you'd got a stamp before going to gatekeeper to avoid the inevitable queue jumpers that generally tend to look like they'd be better suited to oceana/liquid/fucking their sister.
After getting in, walk right the way down to meet and greet all the people you havent seen since school and only ever see there, have a good natter about eachothers lives.
By the time that all of the catching up has finished, its time for a drink, go to the bar with a fiver and get two double
Once you find them, its time for another set of drinks, after that everyone fancies a fag, so go outside, rather drunk by this point due to the industrial strength alcohol. Have many epic yet intimate conversations (yes Sam, I stole the phrase).
Usually the next part is pretty much a blur, with random highlights of meeting new people, people crying, people dissapearing. After the blur is the inevitable Chippy lane, the largest and greatst selection of fish and chip shops in the world (well, Wales at least). Then the taxi home with the few that are left and have not left due to unforseen circumstances e.g. illness, comedowns, getting laid, getting lost.
This entry doesn't really belong on this blog, because this blog is meant to be about things in my life that generally aren't easy, where as this, is. Its what I look forward to every week at home, and what I look forward to coming home for.
Actually, scratch that. Thursday mornings are the epitome of not easy.
Monday, 6 April 2009
Windows
Yesterday I came home from univeristy in Portsmouth for 2 weeks for easter, on the journey home I realised I forgot my laptop charger. So now I'm using my mum's laptop for 2 weeks. Windows replacing Mac is definitly not easy.
Another thing that wasnt very easy yesterday is that I lent my friend money to buy a Reading festival ticket, so I gave him my card to buy it, but the he accidentally pressed confirm 4 times. Now I have no money. I suppose it could be worse, they might not have had a no returns policy.
Oh wait. They don't.
Another thing that wasnt very easy yesterday is that I lent my friend money to buy a Reading festival ticket, so I gave him my card to buy it, but the he accidentally pressed confirm 4 times. Now I have no money. I suppose it could be worse, they might not have had a no returns policy.
Oh wait. They don't.
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