MyGen
Profile Generatorif you cant laugh at yourself you might as well leave now.
I love to rant.
You're gonna have to get used to that.
I also have the tendency to whine and throw tantrums generally at a considerably high pitch.
I doubt you'll get used to that. But if you're lucky you'll learn to block it out.
As of september 90% of my friends have left for uni and I'm braving it back at STC in a final attempt at education and in hope of escaping from the clutches of the Cheshire Midland.
But I think I'm gonna have to stop scowling at people I don't know so much and learn to smile more or its gonna be one hell of a long lonely year.
So with academic plans finally being a main priority I'm taking it one day at a time.
Ive bought a laptop in an attempt to bring forth the intellectual student in me.
So far all plans to type out my days lesson notes every night have been overpowered by the need to check Facebook (sorry, it is better than myspace)and then hit TV-Links for some mindless escapism to fall asleep to after coming home from work internally ranting about the latest load of bullshit my ignorant power crazed warthog of a boss has come out with whilst sat on his arse downing pint after pint off his profits whilst i tidy up his pub after last orders, which of course overrun due to his greed for more money and his inability to get up and pull his own umpteen pints to consume during our break.
ahem.
I've learnt that all you need to sound intellectual is a good vocabulary and a splash of sarcasm never goes amiss.
Up until a few weeks ago I didn't think there were rivers in England.
I don't make a good first impression.
Mainly because I don't try to make a good first impression.
If me being intimidating means not falling at your feet the first time we meet and then the next day leaving you a comment telling you how 'awesome' you are then i guess you'd pretty much be right.
But unless you shriek louder than i do, insist on talking like you're from the ghetto when infact you're a middle class white boy from the suburbs, or use your empty pint glass as an ashtray then i reckon we'll get on fine.
I'm far better with words than I am at talking.
Which may be a slight contradiction.
But if you know me it will make perfect sense.
oh. and. im always late. i tend to think of it as an incurable disease. which makes it not my fault.
