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07 December 2004 @ 08:07 pm
Oranges fear me  

You know one of those days where everything goes so swimmingly, right from the start, that you just know it's just going to be great? Yeah?

This was not one of those days.

First off, catching the bus this morning, I got stuck behind one of those guys who insists on being a gentleman, and letting everyone else go before him in the queue. I was second last on the bus because of said wanker. For two pins I'd've shoved him out of the way, but it was very likely that I'd be spotted by one of the ten thousand people who'd got on before me, and probably I would have been bus-banned for life. And what a crying shame that would have been.

Then the driver couldn't figure out the ticket machine and made me pay when I was getting off the bus. As she was already running late (even more so than the usual insane goblin who masquerades as a licensed driver), I got off at five to nine, with class beginning at nine, and with a fifteen minute walk.

And my hair got wet.

Mary wasn't in because, by her own account, she was 'kidnapped by tiny pink elephants'.

Lisa, the teacher, twice asked me if I was from Kerry, because apparently I have 'that healthy glow about me'. And not only my own class, but all the cute guys from Architecture, with whom we are sharing a room, heard this utter, utter shame. Aside from the mortal insult, the irony is that this weekend I had a cough, a sore throat, a cold and another tongue ulcer (this time thanks to circa twenty packets of Malteasers).

Ray, another teacher (they should all be locked up, really) made us take bundles of paper over to the new art room because of course the three caretakers couldn't be thought of to do anything of the sort. I managed to split and drop my package of paper, only saving it from a puddle of mud with a swift ballet-toe foot-flex. Somebody called Brad helped me take it up the twelve thousand flights of stairs to the new room, which was odd...I didn't realise people were actually called Brad.

On the bus home, then, we got stuck with a bunch of school-tourers, for heavens' sakes. I thought the agony would never end. Our bus is full enough as it is, and the girl behind me, besides having barely enough brains to fill a teaspoon (judging from her incessant and inane chatter), had the temerity to insult both HARRY POTTER and complain about the amount of stops we had. (As if it wasn't her, and her gimpy mates' faults, that the people in Glanmire were stuck waiting for three-quarters of an hour for the next bus to Watergrasshill, because ours was full!) She MUST DIE.

I hate public transport. But on the upside, two pretty boys from my bus officially go to my college, and another two pretty boys stood aside for me to go before them getting on and off the last bus. Which was disconcerting, naturally, and I wish they wouldn't, but at least I got to look at the pretty.

Anyone know a Benjamin Bradley? The name's stuck in my head, and it sounds oddly familiar.

Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
Current Music: 'What happens when the heart just stops', the Frames
gabbysun on December 7th, 2004 03:02 pm (UTC)

And I'm sorry about your sucky day. :( PRETTY BOYS ARE GOOD THOUGH!? :D!?

And Benjamin Bradley: INVENTOR.

He's puh-ritty fay-muss.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 7th, 2004 03:23 pm (UTC)
Yes, except freaky, because boys never SAY anything, do they? NOOO, that would be too EASY. They sort of just incline their heads, and I, for one, am never sure if they meant me to go before them or they just had a nervous tic in their neck!!

Pretty boyzzzz is alwayzzz good. xD. Umm, skinny black-haired types...oops, that sounds eerily familiar...

Oh, okay. Damn. Can't name a character after him, then. Ah well, Nick is better anyway. Cheers!
gabbysun on December 8th, 2004 07:10 pm (UTC)
OH MAN, YES. I hate that, because you're afraid to go in case he didn't mean you to or not to go because he did mean you to. Or something. So annoying.


Nick is a grrrrreat name!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 9th, 2004 10:33 am (UTC)
Yes. And I found out both the bus/college pretty boys smoke, so, like, nasty.

xD Thanks!
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...chowburger on December 7th, 2004 03:22 pm (UTC)
Bus stops are, like, the only place (in Limerick, anyway) where there are pretty boys. Which would be the reason I take the bus home on a regular basis.

And many hugs for you, m'dear! I hate days like that. They're much with the suckage. Hope tomorrow's better *squish*
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 7th, 2004 03:26 pm (UTC)
Yes, the pretty boys in Cork congregate there too. Is quite strange. Sadly (for me) they are still in school, but yay posh Pres accents!!

On reflection, it wasn't bad on a meteoric, tidal-wave destroyed my home and livelihood scale...I was just in a mood for killing things, and all this just exacerbated the situation! Thanks, though *glomps*
denial_girldenial_girl on December 8th, 2004 11:25 am (UTC)
Aw, there are no pretty boys on the buses in Canada. Just gross old men. There was a pack of 5 pretty boys on the subway the other day, though, but I humiliated myself in front of them by almost falling over when the train stopped...
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 Sister Mary Laura of the Blooming Tulipsrainingtulips on December 7th, 2004 06:07 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry your day was so terrible, but I absolutely LOVE your icon. I think it made my day!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 8th, 2004 12:03 pm (UTC)
In't it SOAH KEWL? Gacked it off someone - I wish I knew who, so's I could credit!
Caitcoralia13 on December 7th, 2004 11:25 pm (UTC)
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down... Ahem.

Sorry it was not so good, although it did seem to be overflowing with various boys. Never bad. Although I'd agree that the good ones always just nod, and I always want to say, stop nodding and KISS ME. Although that could be the syphilis talking (see my latest entry if this last comment disturbs you).

I, too, was actually sort of surprised when I heard you mention the name 'Brad', because it didn't seem right to me. It took me a moment to realize that it didn't seem right because I couldn't imagine it being pronounced with a British (or Irish) accent. But, as you can imagine, we've got our fill of Brad's here. And Bradleys, but that goes without saying. And Bradfords, and that doesn't go without saying.

I have been on line for 2 1/2 hours! I think the trouble might be over for now (knock on wood)!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 8th, 2004 12:05 pm (UTC)
Dammit, where's that from? It's in my head now!!

Yes, there are always the pretty. And I'm standing there thinking, I'm dressed in a khaki jacket and a navy jumper, and my fringe is all flat and my roots are showing, and THIS IS SO UNFAIR! Although talking would also be acceptable...

It comes out something like 'Braadt'. Just tried it!

That's NOTHING. I do that every night. My mother is threatening to cut me off. Eep...
Lord Marmaduke Newbry: Lunacatsmeat on December 20th, 2004 05:09 pm (UTC)
He has one of my Kidneys.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 21st, 2004 02:34 pm (UTC)
Benjamin Bradley? That was nice of you.
Lord Marmaduke Newbrycatsmeat on December 22nd, 2004 03:14 am (UTC)
It wasn't out of choice, darling, he's woefully ghood with a knife.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 22nd, 2004 05:53 am (UTC)
Nasty little biotch. Still, there are worse things he could have taken...
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