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I knew you were the one behind all those antijoke chicken memes
Oh your attempt to flatter me will not work this time. Not again, mister Well, we both know how bad you are with timing
Oh you have such a way with words
You said that last time. It's never just the tip Well, I would have done if you didn't make me fall asleep so quickly
You hurt me sometimes
No Well, that explains a lot...I was wondering why sometimes you were a sex god and other times you were...far from it, shall we say
I'm trying to help you make it 'super bad ass'
Because...I said so So I'm to share you...with you?
You get to learn quickly. It'll look good on your CV
Not that kind of slippery slope Sharing is caring! Now...who to share. Hm.
You're a quick learner. I like that
You're heading down a slippery slope No, just people who would return the favour at some point in the future (hard to find people who are true to their word, funnily enough...hmm...perhaps I need to reconsider )
Like I even need to You're always up for it
You didn't leave me any other option Well I've always been taught I should share with my siblings I have no siblings
Here, have some sleepy dust
Just because you told me to say that I liked it doesn't make it true Well...fine then
Alright haha thanks ill have a good browse soon as ive only got 4-5 weeks left !
+ ah i see yeah, wow i didnt know that haha thats pretty amazing but yeah ill have a look at all of them and if clayden's does seem better ill buy it. Haha thats true! At the moment ive just been going to the library every time i revise and buying food to munch on whilst revising haha it makes revision a little more to look forward to i guess and i think it helps motivation in honesty :P.
You're not in a continuous state of REM sleep though Or are you?
No (That would imply that I know what the hell I'm talking about ) Psh, at the very least, make sure I can breathe properly this time Spoilsport
Where I study
Full time bad ass.
Socially awkward responses.
- About me
- In chronological order:
Trolley and checkout boy.
Pharmacy dispensing assistant.
Ex-poly student - potatoes gonna potate.
Psychometric guinea pig.
Masters student - would class current university as 'not too shabby'.
- Academic Info
At an ex-poly university, I've learnt:
You can have a reaction which works perfectly fine. For years and years there's no trouble and then one day it suddenly stops working. You'll never solve the cause unless you understand theory on the most fundamental of levels.
-How to escape fights with wit and rhetoric.
-All current knowledge expressed about the Pharmaceutical industry.
-Yorkshire and Scouse girls, in particular, are susceptible to my charms.
-The best place to pick up women is not a bar, not a library, not a coffee shop but a HPLC lab.
-Hopes and dreams of what the future holds.
At a Russel Group university, I've learnt:
-Academics are pretty ****ing weird.
-RG uni's have so much damn money.
-If running low on conversation material, talk about work or politics. Everybody loves talking about work and politics. Everybody. If you go to a RG university, you'll thank me later.
-Hating politics since I've been aware of it hasn't worked out in my favour.
-When people talk ivory towers, it's more of a sweaty office containing 12 people and 13 chairs. Seriously.
- If you've got red hair and have a Scottish accent like Karen Gillan you will inadvertently give me an erection and a burning desire to put a ring on it. Simultaneously.
Not being a hipster.
She was amazing. Really. Funny, intelligent, charming and she could drink. The moment was tender and the mood was right. I tell her she's beautiful. Her reaction is a mixed one. I sit there with a nervous expression whilst trying to decipher hers. Without mercy, she tells me she's a lesbian.
Wow. Words struggle to do her justice. There was that initial attraction and the mutual spark was undeniable. I told her jokes, she laughed and smiled shyly. The smile would dwindle as I looked away but in the corner of my eye, I could see it grow as she turned in the opposite direction to hide it. It was as if she knew and was teasing me with her beauty. We talk some more and trade interests. I tell her this, she tells me that. We talk abut TV. An invitation to go back to hers. It's rousing, stirring and nerve racking all at the same time. She says we can watch Friends together...I ****ing hate Friends.
To think I loved her.
Our eyes met in stunned silence over the ready meals at Tesco's. It was winter time and she was dressed appropriately. My hand hovered over hers as time felt like it stopped. The mysterious girl buries her face into her woolen, brightly coloured scarf and I can tell from her eyes she's smiling. My heart's a-flutter and I gesture towards the now oh so trivial box, shyly telling her to take it and that I didn't mind. She says thanks and walks off and I stand there. Open mouthed. Gormless. She turns and gives one last blushy smile before walking into an acquaintance - it was the girl who I've yet to call from last night. Time to quickly make my exit and avoid getting slapped to death.
Woe is me.
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Join Date 06-12-2007
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