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When I think about you I touch Marcel 2005-01-20 | 9:40 p.m. Had quite an odd time today whilst doing some food shopping in Spar. Queuing up for the checkout I was sandwiched in between two drunk people. Ah but people get drunk! You might think...but at 4.30 in the afternoon on a weekday (unless you're a student, naturally)? Something has to be amiss. The little old lady mumbled incoherently. I just about caught the end of her sentence, which, quite ironically I thought, was 'And I didn't understand a word of what he said..!' Righty-o... Then I get a pleasant whiff of the man behind me's breath - unavoidable seeing how he insisted on standing mere millimetres away from me. He definitely smelt whisky-flavoured, was 40-ish and was trying to cover up his blatant alcohol-related stupor by making light conversation. With me. I think what freaked me out most was his Queen's English cut-glass accent - 'There's a hell of a queue, isn't there?' I have a lecture in a building tomorrow that I didn't even know existed. I asked someone how to get there and they informed me it was 'right next to the Law building - you can't miss it!' Ah, if only I actually knew where the Law building was... Went out last night for a few drinks, which inevitably led to a night out in the Student Union. Luckily Natalie was on hand to take some pre-vodka-consumption photos. Yayness. Me: (Yes, posing. Again.) Natalie: (I took this one. It's not my life-long dream to become a photographer, thankfully.) Tori: (Or, to quote Natalie, 'Crazy lady'.) Apologies for the gigantic photos. Just saw how scary they look. |
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