Favourite office slang: “They’re on a Chinese holiday.” = locked in a toilet cubicle having a breakdown.
henryrollinsneck replied to your video: Alpha footage of a first person horror game where…
i went to click play but then saw that you referenced Amnesia and decided against it. I can’t play Amnesia without wanting to cry
Alpha footage of a first person horror game where you play a 2 year old. Think baby nightmare Amnesia. Sweet dreams.
Beer because exam is done and it’s hot and I don’t really need an excuse at the best of times. It was a strange exam, I don’t know how it went. Potentially really well, potentially not. I don’t know what to do with myself now, for the past month I’ve been focused on attempting to revise and now there’s just a big ol’ empty hole. The next hour is covered though, s’game of thrones time.
Gordon Ramsey was there doing a kitchen nightmares or something with a really burly-steroidy guy (american, for some reason) and his daughter. Ramsey was abusing away, as he does, then muscle guy kicks off and starts chasing us. We end up running through a jungle(?) and come out of it onto the street I live on. Queue Ramsey: “You’re hardly going to catch us are you? You fucking mammoth.” which leads to muscle guy pulling out a gun. He corners Ramsey in a doorway, fires a ton of warning shots at his feet and walks off. Then there’s a bit in the polis station which is in a barn because WHY NOT.
I don’t even know.
Exam in two hours? WHATEXAMINTWOHOURS LALALALALA.
Speaking of misheard song lyrics. I still think I hear “you’re having a baby” in Camp Kelly Calm at least 70% of the time.
It’s quite disheartening to be considered a pariah. The only person at work that even makes the slightest effort to talk to me these days is the new receptionist who tends to collar me whenever I walk past. I don’t even know her name. I was writing business emails and as I’m trying to appear intelligent I went to google to ’define:’ a word I wasn’t sure about. Google’s first guesses at what you’re after when you’ve typed ‘define:’ – ‘define: yolo’ and ‘define: reem’. Oh, humanity, you are pathetic.
In other news, I’m going to raid the 2p jar when I get home in order to have enough money to eat until Thursday. Yay. Exam tomorrow, which I’m reasonably confident about, I’ve put in a lot of work so I’m only likely to be really badly outdone by a really bad draw of questions (or a bout of amnesia). I’m approaching it in a way that’s probably putting a bit too much pressure on myself, I could do pretty badly tomorrow and still average out with a B overall but I’m in the mindset of “I’ve paid money for this, anything other than an A is a complete failure”…so we’ll see how it goes.
Right, that’s killed 10 minutes. Only five and a half more hours.
Yesterday was pretty good. Pretty, pretty, pretty good.
Beer gardens in the West End before an impromptu barbecue in Kelvingrove then Japandroids! They were really, really, really good. (they’re also nice guys and have solid handshakes) I’m a bit destroyed, though. Neck is all whiplash-y, my legs are covered in bruises and I’ve tweaked knee muscles/ligaments. Gettin’ mah limp on.
Good day, good people. Good.
I think I’m hungover. The moral of the story is don’t make yr night equal parts gin, beer and cider.
“It must be hot.”
“Why?”
“You’ve got yr arms out.”
My neighbour knows me well.
