Ho Ho Ho

I'm really getting into the festive mood now - I wore my santa hat for 5 minutes. Someone archived it on the radicam if you're retarded enough to be interested, but hey, you're reading this, so you'll find the 'radicam' link on the left.

And you're still reading. You must be pretty bored, so lets tie up the loose ends from yesterday's post.

I went to The Works in Bristol. I had a couple of smirnoff ices before i left, spent about £30 on more smirnoff ices @ £3.50 each (woo, ain't student life great, folks), got back experiencing mild side effects of the alcoholic content of the aforementioned beverage. All in all, it was pleasant. Not exactly what you'd class as a great night out, but it made a change.

Got back at 3. Sat in the kitchen eating muffins and drinking someone else's orange juice till 4, when I remembered I had a lecture in 5 hours time. Which was nice. So in an attempt to keep up my attendance record for the Wednesday morning 9.15 tutorial session, I stayed up for another hour or so before I collapsed on my bed. However, my attempt failed miserably, since I was woken at 8.30 by the dulcet tones of my mobile blaring the first few lines of 'Get A Bloomin Move On' (Italian Job theme) over and over and over and over and over again, until it stopped. And then, after a few moments for the offender to check the number was right, it started again. The fourth time this happened, I actually looked at the phone to see who it was, only to discover that they had disabled CLI. Which limited it to either a prank call or a call from some company's phone centre, so I smothered the phone under my pillow. The seventh time it started ringing, I decided to answer it. You know, they kinda seemed to want to talk to me. So, I pick up the phone:

Radiac: uhnnnnnnnnnnnng haalllow?

Bright And Cheerful Sainsburys Representative: Hello, this is Sainsburys Online, your local store tells us that you have two orders placed for this afternoon in two different time slots, and we would just like to check with you why?

Radiac: uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng yuh, that's me, I placed the orders.

BACSR: Oooo-k... would it be ok if we combined the orders into the 1 till 3 slot?

Radiac: uhhnnng yeh, whatever

BACSR: Tha*click*

However, I was now awake, so I got up and got dressed, silently noting how my underwear still doesn't smell too bad after 4 weeks. I got up, and realised that I was really thirsty, so I stole some more orange juice. Went off to my 9.15 software engineering. That was fun. Then went to my 10.15 software engineering. That was also fun. I fell asleep twice, which was good, because each time I did, the lecture got significantly shorter. I'll have to remember that one. I swear, if I have to sit through another one of those, I'm going to turn into a dribbling drooling moron. Oh, wait... never mind.

The Sainsburys delivery monkey arrived at 2.30, and got the right house this time, which is an improvement. Last time the halfwit went to quarry 5 11-20, even though my address is clearly entered as quarry 5 room 7, the sign on the door to the other building says in big letters '11-20', and there's a guy standing at the other end of the building waving and yelling 'Oi, bring it here you moron'. I went back upstairs and waved at him through the window in the little door separating 1-10 and 11-20 while I waited for him to realise that the door was locked and he'd have to go back down, round and up. With 12 orange juices and 7 volvics. Anyway, this time he rang me first to check which side. See, people can learn from their mistakes. Fortunately for him, I'd forgotten to add my extra volvics to the second order, so I only had 8 this week, but he still had to make 10 journeys. And for some reason, I got a complimentary box of Bounty Caliper things. I assume it's because I'm such an outstanding customer, rather than the fact that Sainsburys did a little bulk-buying and filled a few warehouses with them, before management tried one and found out that they're actually foul-tasting balls of god-knows-what which are covered in toe-nail clippings, so now they can't shift them. Anyway, I generously gave the box to my kitchen group.

Well, amazing as it is, I'm getting more bored of telling you what I spent my day doing than it actually was doing it. And nobody's going to read down this far anyway - half of you probably surfed in looking for hardcore paedonecrobestiality photos and left as soon as you realised I'm not small, furry, scraped off a road and kept in a bucket for a couple of months to season. Yes, I've seen the google searches you waist-size-bigger-than-your-IQ social rejects get here with.

Well, I'm off to listen to more crap Christmas tunes and drink my way through someone else's alcohol collection. See you tomorrow.

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