Ces choses nous faisons
Dear DiaryLast night I had a dream that I was a rebel MI5 agent who got transferred into the CIA because I was too unruly for the British. MI5 transferred me even though they knew I hated those damn American slackers. The CIA had nicer offices but I spent a lot of time complaining. While I was there I fell in love with an American agent because he took me to an indoor carnival. What does this mean?
When I woke up, I made a Johari and also a Nohari window. I posted them in my LJ because I feel awkward posting something so 'bloggy' in my journal but no one except Dawn can read my LJ so I am reposting it here. What does this mean?
Later I checked my email but my brother still hasn't sent me the pictures he promised me. I don't know what to do, I think I am going to have to beat him up. What does this mean?
Finally, Diary, I wussed out on going swimming at lunchtime because I realised I would rather sit and learn about Strategies for Teaching English as a Foreign Language (Vocabulary). I really love my course at the moment. What does this mean?
Hugs and kisses, Erica.
posted by Lucy at 5:55 pm
7 Comments:
Look You, I have not 'wimped out' its just that this fine institute of learning spits me back out in two more weeks and I cannot be ARSED to sit in front of Webmail and have some sort of e-mail battle of wills with the fat bastards from ITS as i try to force loads of pictures through Uni's server, whcih consists of an incontinent man operating a valve-operated switchboard [or the compunting equivalent] Do you really want to be responsbile when he sees fifty photos coming his way and then
a. pisses himself
b. has a heart attack
c. dies in said piss
Now if you ask me thats a crappy way to die and Im not going to put Mr Edwards through that. The fact that you would says a lot of things about you that I'd rather not know. I have three essays to write and less weeks to write them in, and a tutorial with the fuckwit canadian tomorrow who seems to enjoy attempting to actually kill people by using her monotone voice to stop the electrical signals in their brains so that they would die [which would be a release in her lectures] Shes going to bugger me for not reading enough crappy European law, to which the response should rightly be 'fuck right off and get a proper sodding job you colonial scrote' but the resposne is the standard student one of rifling through my papers until the one person who enjoys learinng about cases involving the transport of French bananas pipes up with a quote out of a textbook.
If you are quite finshed, you will get the photos when i come home with your present, which could be while becasue the shop hasnt rang me back yet. This worries me. Not because you wont get the present, but the theiving Geordie knobheads have made me pay for it and i cant find the FUCKING receipt. If you really want those phots, you come and get them, but no-one has been within 50ft of me and lived inthe last 46 hours.
All the best and see you soon
Eric
And if you so much as mention the spelling mistakes you shandy drinking sop, Ill open a can of whoop ass so big it will block out the sun.
ENJOY THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, ERIC
NINJA ASSASSINS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
YOU CAN DO STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS WRITING UNTIL YOU'RE BLUE IN THE FACE
SOON YOU WILL BE BLUE IN THE FACE
AND EVERYWHERE ELSE
x x x Erica
(P.S. DEATH)
P.P.S MESSY DEATH
Shame, I was swimming at lunchtime. You would have bumped into me!
"Shandy drinking sop." This, I like.
Knowing my brother, he was probably aiming for the more offensive but less eloquent 'wop' but mashed the wrong key with his big hairy fingers.
But he'll be pleased that someone appreciates his literary stylings!
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