The unimportance of beng idle

Yea so after all that waiting in line ( i only say that cos i'm not sure how to spell queueing...queuing?...nem tudom, anyway..) so after all the waiting i was late for my train. I hate the train in the morning, everyone reads the free newspaper with the same shit in it about some celebrity having an ear transplant or something. Then there's far too many people on the train anyway so you get people brushing there arse along your shoulder.... or as i saw today some guy turned round as this other who was standing up moved backwards and brushed his arse on the guys cheek. You what the guy did who got arse in his face? Nothing, nincs, not a thing, he just sat there...... his eyes, however, told me he was screaming inside, something like: 'OH MY GOD!!!!!'

So my morning wasn't that bad i guess. But i was running late, and i was late to my first lecture of the year.... yea good job Mike. I had to do the walk of shame in front of my new professor... so i guess i'm labelled as the bad kid for a while now. Damn it, i tried to start well. I even tried to study when i was visiting my girlfriend..... but she is more gorgeous than my book on human physiology...... so she won.... well i won because she was actually tryin to study, well we both won.

But the lecture was alright in the end and we've done alot of the stuff already so i felt pretty good coming out of it. I'm going to try and learn Swedish now. Gonna have Swedish Tuesdays. And why would i be learning Swedish i hear you say?.......

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