It's Educational...

After spending the whole weekend absolutely dreading this week it hasn't been all that bad!

On Sunday I lazed about all day and in the evening I went to the pub quiz at the Fieldhouse with Adam, Carl, Ralph, Kirsty and Caroline, we didn't do too badly, there was one question about who said "Everyone's famous for fifteen minutes" I said it was Andy Warhol and everyone disagreed with me and said it was Oscar Wilde, I was right, I knew I was right but they put Oscar Wilde, they really should have listened to me.

I decided to make the most of my last day off college by having a lie in on Monday morning, but I was very rudely woken up by Mr High Speed Garage, he'd just come back from Ibiza and was very appropriately playing that 'I Don't Want You Back' song by Eamon.

Tuesday I was back at college. Oh, joy of joys! I got up early and got ready, the night before I sent Ashley a text saying that I was going to be at college early for a change so I had to stick to my word because otherwise I'd look a bit stupid if I was late. I started out at 9:10 to allow myself plenty of time to be there for 10:00.

...The bus didn't come, it had gone 9:40 and neither the 69 or the 49 had been, I was beginning to panic and so were the 15 other people at the bus stop, in the end the 49 came with the 69 directly behind it, I got on it and got to college for 10:05, I walked in hoping nobody would say anything about me being late again, I could tell they were all thinking it.

I got my new timetable, it turns out I'm at college for 4 days a week now instead of 3, I get Thursdays off so I will use Thursdays for creative thinking (sleeping).

In the evening we all went round Carl's house to watch Ghostbusters, it's been years since I last saw it plus all the scenes had been 'digitally remastered' so I quite enjoyed it.

Today has been weird!
I'd just come out of the shower and as I was going upstairs I saw something orange in the porch, it turned out to be 4 carrots, each one individually tied to a piece of string. I opened the door, looked at them, decided it was best to leave them in case it was some sort of carrot bomb and closed the door again.

After a lot of thinking as to what these carrots meant and realizing that there's no such thing as a carrot bomb I cautiously picked them up and put them in the kitchen. At this point I was worried that maybe Chris Evans or some other ginger haired person could be stalking me and were going to stab me to death with a pointed carrot as soon as I leave the house.

As I was about to ring the police my mum came home from work and as soon as she came in she said "this old bloke just went up to me and said 'the password is carrots'", this really doesn't help things, in fact it just makes it worse!

At least I know it's not Chris Evans.

currently listening to: Pavement - Carrot Rope
Gemma is currently listening to: McFly - Five Colours In Her Hair
Mr High-Speed Garage is currently listening to: Some Eamon shite