Shake Banana

The biggest complaint on campus definitely is having to wake up and drag ourselves across the greens to the Dining Hall in the freezing cold. We barely if ever manage to make it there before 8:05 for registration and almost always end up having to register at 7:30 as punishment. This leaves us with less than 20 minutes for brekkie in any case and to avoid our tums interrupting class with embarassing rumbling noises and to avoid utter starvation we have developed the art of banana thieving from the cafeteria so ravage back in our rooms as we rummage around for our books, files etc in preparation to class.
The three most common methods of stealing fruit (banana being the favourite by far) are for one, slipping into the sleeve of your jumper/jacket/coat (might end up having a slightly disfigured elbow…ahem….) or into your hoodie or pocket. The other way to go about it is to let it hook over your shoulder/neck and cover up with a mane of hair. Last but not least is what I call the ‘Jordan’ technique and involves hooking a banana under your boobs or if apples and oranges, well you can guess where. I’m serious. People actually do this when very hungry. I know, how hungry could you be to be so desperate dho? I prefer waking up early – personally I cannot walk around with fruits clonking away in my clothes or worse, undies (I cannot begin to comprehend how absolutely unhygienic that is, simply ewwwww)!
Pleasantries aside, I’m quite sick of Coll now, and I can’t wait for ½ term, seems like it’s going to be pretty eventful ingey, but lets not count my chickies before they ‘wah wah’ or rather, ‘cluck cluck’ in this situation… (Random I know, but you ought to be used to this shit by now)
I decided another short (SHORT) list of what I want in a guy and boils down to; intelligent, witty, attractive, assertive, tough, ambitious... understanding, patient, honest, caring and somewhat protective.
Oh dear… I fear it still lacketh the essence of reality by a crumb or two. Fuck who cares, he’s MY dream man (mine, mine and only mine - muahahahahahahaaaa)! And we all have the right to dream, haina?
Went to watch Canterbury Tales today, hee hee halaaku vi sahaadheh mi bunee, I was PISSING myself. A touch too crude maybe but hell, it was funny. So different from the last play I saw, which was a one man production called Private Peaceful. Me got to miss a day of school so that totally rocked. I’ll miss next Wednesday vess for a business project thing so it looks like a good week, this weekend we got a cool bday bash to look forward to as well. Hurray!
Ah…9 more days of nicking food and I can go home and eat in peace. *Whewww* Home is such a relative term ainnit? 6 months ago there’s no bloody way UK could be home.