Bollocks.

In other news, the people that make up the rules regarding library books need to DIE. I have three assignments due in during the first week of term after Easter. I therefore need to get books out so I can write the bastard essays. Yesterday I got seven books out and the woman that was serving me said 'Make sure you bring them back in a week.'

'I don't get to keep them over the holidays?'

'No. That's why they say "weekly loan" on them.'

'But I won't be here...!'

Anyway, to cut a long, rambling story short I can keep the books over the five weeks we have off as long as I ring up to have them renewed. But if someone has put a hold on one of them I will have to send it back by post. Bloody inconsiderate if you ask me.

Last night was good. Went to Wetherspoon's for dinner and had nice food, good company and lots of wine. I wish I hadn't gone up to the bar on my own though, as it is an old men's pub and I had this horrible, horrible old man leering all over me and making me feel, well, horrible. After his failed attempt at chatting me up and me swiftly moving to the other end of the bar he started drunkenly slurring, saying 'You're petrified o' me. Whyyoo petrified o' me, y'had a bad day?'

NO I HAVE NOT HAD A FUCKING BAD DAY. I WAS HAVING A BRILLIANT DAY UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG AND RUINED IT AND TO BE FRANK I WOULD RATHER SPEND MY EVENING IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT WITH ONLY A BUCKET FOR COMPANY THAN SPEND ANOTHER SECOND IN THE PRESENCE OF SOMEONE LIKE YOU WHO OBVIOUSLY HAS THE SOCIAL SKILLS AND WIT OF AN OVER-RIPE TURNIP.

I didn't say that of course. I just went red and tried to get the attention of the barman so I could buy my bottle of Coldwater Creek and get back to my friends.

I came on here to find an image of the Bayeux Tapestry but I've been distracted again. Never mind, never mind. I'm sure going to my last lectures is more important (what am I actually going to DO at uni after the holidays if all my lectures are finishing this week?). I'm meant to be writing a presentation. I won't do it today though. Not tomorrow either. Maybe next week. Actually, if I'm really honest with myself I probably won't get round to doing it until the day before it's due in.

Oh fuck it.

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