So after the rather hilarious goings on in LJ's blog were exposed to the whole of Mold, general blogging seems to have stopped. Therefore since I'm not a massive blogger myself I thought maybe it was once again time to blog Paris goings on.
After having another argument with my flatmate - this time about the level of my music, I have decided that either I am not particularly easy to live with, or she is hiding her general difficulties by outing mine...
The conversation started by another conversation about how we are all much harder to live with than primarily expected, for example I was thought to be much more laid back than it turns out I am. This has been deduced by the fact that I don't much care to be woken up in the mornings, and when I'm tired I'm not particularly extatic about people lounging around in my room, all over my bed when I'm in a towel and trying to get changed.
I know I am a particularly stubborn person therefore being told I'm not easy to live with generally makes me much harder to live with.
So the conversation started with me being told I'm not laid back, how I hate people being in my room ... and that if we're on the subject of annoying things ... how I play my music too loud when Helen's trying to get to sleep, and should wear headphones, even though my headphones are broken!
WAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAH
that's all I can hear when you're talking.
Anyway on other Parisian news,
On a night out with work friends I found myself getting stoned and getting off with a boy called Pierre. Life simply does not get more french or fabulous than that. Oh Pierre how you tried to take me home with you and then asked me out on several dates. Oh Pierre how you miraculously got back with your girlfriend the other day. Oh Pierre.
Oh dear.
I spent quite a ridiculous amount of time in bed today as a means of general recovery from last night - a night on the Social Club scene.
I hate it there.
I think my taste for dirty, smelly, cheesy, creepy clubs has sprung from the teeny boppers nights in the Tiv. Anything with a guestlist and prices above "penny in, pound-a-drink" I find pretentious.
Social Club IS pretentious, whatever anyone else might say. Full of skinny french girls who hate english people, and english "chester kid" types who've found Social Club through myspace.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET OVER THEMSELVES A LITTLE BIT LIKE.
However having said that, the music never dissapoints.
Tequilla shots for 5euros is a bit of a joke though ... I think you can tell somewhere is pretentious when a drink from Mexico which usually has a worm in the bottom of the bottle costs 5euros for 25cl.
But I guess you have to account for the lime and salt aswell.
what.a.joke.
Freshers starts tomorrow.
I feel like I'm working myself up a bit ... the term fresh bait keeps cropping up in my mind.
Judging by the turn out at ULIP for the past few years though I should probably be readying myself for a year which is 1/5 male, 1/2 of that male intake will definately be gay, 1/4 in a relationship ... which leaves about 2.5 eliageable boys. Both / all 3 of whom will turn out to be "ULIP lads" and walk around saying (in a southern accent) "Oi, cunt!" allllllll the time.
Anyway we shall see.
I'm not really keen on the whole XOXO thing, so: toodles.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Bananarama? Not so much ... Canauxrama? Absolutely.
So as LJ so fantastically pointed out ... I do not blog very often. Due to a ridiculously busy and fabulous lifestyle? Miss off the fabulous and maybe that's it.
Infact I have a job, fellow bloggers. At The Frog and The British Library ... rather a long title but ohh well, and yes LJ this is a relation to the pub that we spent a rather long afternoon in with my cousing getting somewhat tipsy. And I am loving it. However it does seem to be rather knackering. And on another note, this is a place from which my fellow housemate : Bladers got hired and instantaneosly fired after just two shifts. So unintentional tension is caused when work is mentioned, on the plus side, she can laugh about it.
Turns out this housemate milarky isn't as easy as one would think. For instance my self and the lovely MD "(HB's housemate/playmate?)" ... really? Anyway we had a bit of a small disagreement ... which turned into a rather large disagreement about a girl who is currently staying with Bladers, who studied in ULIP (University of London Institute in Paris) on the year abroad programme last year. So it came to surface that MD has a small thing for this girl and "cannot even look at her because my stomach spins everytime our eyes meet" Ok, Bon, I get it ... a certain SMJ makes me feel exactly the same ... Heck at one point I swear Pete B was giving me that same feeling / still is. However the reason the argument surfaced was because MD said something along the lines of "I'm not going out on Tuesday night" (when we're all going out for a big reunion night out) "and I don't think you should either."
excuse me
"because y'know you'll just get really drunk and tell her I fancy her."
Miles for one I resent that comment, I also resent the fact that you feel like you can tell me what to do in your ridiculous Heathrow accent when you would never do the same for me if I were in that situation.
Thirly and most importantly ... I could care less. She has a bf, it's quite clearly never going to go the way you want it to.
This argument escalated, untill I stormed off ... and then 5 minutes later he came into my room and appologised.
Not, like a normal person, because he felt that he should redeem himself in some way. But more because he wanted to ensure that I wouldn't go spreading his secrets and breaking his heart out of spite.
Before this all kicked off, myself, Bladers, MD, the aforementioned girl and B Mascall went on a cruise up the canal Saint Martin... bit of vino, a 4foot5 lady singing popular french balads and muchos cigarretas. Fabulous :) Canoauxrama rocks!
On another note a certain Bombay Sapphire has been fitted with "soft paws", to prevent her from scratching anything/steal all her dignity. The "soft paws" in question look like fake nails for cats ... and come in any colour under the sun. Fortunately MD managed to restrain himself and bought the clear ones. This most recent incedent of bizzare cat obsessive behaviour is just adding to my suspicions that I am living with someone who is completely derranged.
The housemates are currently in a restaurant that only serves steak ... apparently there is no menu, just steak ... which is the reason I've found time to write these ramblings.
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Infact I have a job, fellow bloggers. At The Frog and The British Library ... rather a long title but ohh well, and yes LJ this is a relation to the pub that we spent a rather long afternoon in with my cousing getting somewhat tipsy. And I am loving it. However it does seem to be rather knackering. And on another note, this is a place from which my fellow housemate : Bladers got hired and instantaneosly fired after just two shifts. So unintentional tension is caused when work is mentioned, on the plus side, she can laugh about it.
Turns out this housemate milarky isn't as easy as one would think. For instance my self and the lovely MD "(HB's housemate/playmate?)" ... really? Anyway we had a bit of a small disagreement ... which turned into a rather large disagreement about a girl who is currently staying with Bladers, who studied in ULIP (University of London Institute in Paris) on the year abroad programme last year. So it came to surface that MD has a small thing for this girl and "cannot even look at her because my stomach spins everytime our eyes meet" Ok, Bon, I get it ... a certain SMJ makes me feel exactly the same ... Heck at one point I swear Pete B was giving me that same feeling / still is. However the reason the argument surfaced was because MD said something along the lines of "I'm not going out on Tuesday night" (when we're all going out for a big reunion night out) "and I don't think you should either."
excuse me
"because y'know you'll just get really drunk and tell her I fancy her."
Miles for one I resent that comment, I also resent the fact that you feel like you can tell me what to do in your ridiculous Heathrow accent when you would never do the same for me if I were in that situation.
Thirly and most importantly ... I could care less. She has a bf, it's quite clearly never going to go the way you want it to.
This argument escalated, untill I stormed off ... and then 5 minutes later he came into my room and appologised.
Not, like a normal person, because he felt that he should redeem himself in some way. But more because he wanted to ensure that I wouldn't go spreading his secrets and breaking his heart out of spite.
Before this all kicked off, myself, Bladers, MD, the aforementioned girl and B Mascall went on a cruise up the canal Saint Martin... bit of vino, a 4foot5 lady singing popular french balads and muchos cigarretas. Fabulous :) Canoauxrama rocks!
On another note a certain Bombay Sapphire has been fitted with "soft paws", to prevent her from scratching anything/steal all her dignity. The "soft paws" in question look like fake nails for cats ... and come in any colour under the sun. Fortunately MD managed to restrain himself and bought the clear ones. This most recent incedent of bizzare cat obsessive behaviour is just adding to my suspicions that I am living with someone who is completely derranged.
The housemates are currently in a restaurant that only serves steak ... apparently there is no menu, just steak ... which is the reason I've found time to write these ramblings.
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