Coffee and TV…
Rugby and Retirement.
What happens when you fold down the pseudo hoodie-hood on your jacket?
Nothing, but it looks awesome.
Day started off earlier than normal for a Friday, lecturers were okay, just boring as usual. There was free milkshake in Fulton house, but I was too scared to pick one up and ended up buying a bottle of Yazoo to drown the sorrows.
I’m getting pretty annoyed with some folks obession with a girl in the class, when you look at her page during a lecture, it’s pretty dam embarassing and I don’t want to be grouped in with you, ever.
Bumped into Cerys and Katie, which was cool because I haven’t seen or spoken to them in ages, there was shock over my lack of hair. Cerys certianly didn’t like my convict haircut… Sad times… But I think Katie did… Good times.
Went to the Marcus Arms for a bit with people who work with my Dad, The Office came to mind, big time.
Most important thing in this entire post:
Why the hell did the Welsh Rugby player at the end of the match go over the pile!?
