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...My inner (okay, not so inner) grammar nazi is doing a double back-flip conniption with pike. *twitches*
...My inner (okay, not so inner) grammar nazi is doing a double back-flip conniption with pike. *twitches*
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May. 3rd, 2007 09:48 pmIn other news: I did not die of French oral (it actually seemed to go pretty well - in fact, I can still recite most of my presentation. This scares me somewhat.), turns out I got an A on both of my English Language courseworks, and work tonight was hell. Stupid bloody arseholes for coworkers and bosses... >.<
However, work on Sunday provided me with a new Favourite Customer Question.
Middle-Aged Blokey: *PLONKS an obviously-unopened box containing a kid's cycle helmet down on the counter* Will this fit her? *gestures to first of two Random Teen Daughters*
Inner!Bethan: How the fuck should I know, moron?
Bethan: ... Has she tried it on?
M-A B: No. Will this fit her?
Inner!Bethan: *HEADDESK*
Bethan: I don't know. Why doesn't she try it on?
M-A B: *silent*
Random Teen Daughter #1: *attempts to open easy-open box* *fails*
RTD #2: *helps* *succeeds*
RTD #1: *fumbles with helmet* Which way does it go? *attempts to put it on backwards*
Inner!Bethan: Aaaaaand we have a winnar, ladies and gents. *facepalm* *headdesk* *headdesk*
Bethan: *dry* Pointy end backwards.
RTD: #1: *eventually succeeds* *does not say thankyou, or indeed anything else*
Helmet: *closely resembles pimple on strawberry*
M-A B: Does it fit her?
Bethan: *sigh*
However, work on Sunday provided me with a new Favourite Customer Question.
Middle-Aged Blokey: *PLONKS an obviously-unopened box containing a kid's cycle helmet down on the counter* Will this fit her? *gestures to first of two Random Teen Daughters*
Inner!Bethan: How the fuck should I know, moron?
Bethan: ... Has she tried it on?
M-A B: No. Will this fit her?
Inner!Bethan: *HEADDESK*
Bethan: I don't know. Why doesn't she try it on?
M-A B: *silent*
Random Teen Daughter #1: *attempts to open easy-open box* *fails*
RTD #2: *helps* *succeeds*
RTD #1: *fumbles with helmet* Which way does it go? *attempts to put it on backwards*
Inner!Bethan: Aaaaaand we have a winnar, ladies and gents. *facepalm* *headdesk* *headdesk*
Bethan: *dry* Pointy end backwards.
RTD: #1: *eventually succeeds* *does not say thankyou, or indeed anything else*
Helmet: *closely resembles pimple on strawberry*
M-A B: Does it fit her?
Bethan: *sigh*
The Washington Post of March 6th reported that the Bush administration had announced a new policy that requiring all U.S. HIV/AIDS groups seeking federal funding for work overseas to make a written pledge to oppose commercial sex work, or risk losing funding. The Editorial rightly criticizes the Bush administration for allowing its AIDS efforts to be governed by utopian delusions, and concludes by saying "it would be nice if the prostitutes the world over could be helped toward a different way of life. But the world's oldest profession is not going to disappear and millions of lives depend on getting AIDS prevention services to its practitioners". Amen to that."
Taken from aids.net.au
Quite possibly one of the most worrying things I've ever read; certainly one of the most disturbing things this year. At least tell me someone kicked up a stink about this. ANYONE. How the fuck did this man get elected not once, but twice?
Why, God? WHY???
Taken from aids.net.au
Quite possibly one of the most worrying things I've ever read; certainly one of the most disturbing things this year. At least tell me someone kicked up a stink about this. ANYONE. How the fuck did this man get elected not once, but twice?
Why, God? WHY???
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Oct. 11th, 2004 04:28 pmTo every single pupil of my school: GO FUCK YOURSELVES ON THE NINTH RUNG OF HELL AND DIE. I HATE YOU ALL, FUCKTARDS.
...
In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically) brought this one on myself, too...
The place: Art Block Media (read: Computer) Room.
The cast: Me, Tom [no, Nath, not one you know, I think], PC (painted cow), MC (male crony)1 and MC2.
PC:Tom, are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Did you go out with Ryan?
T: No.
PC: I heard you went out with Ryan. Are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Oh. So you like girls?
T: Yes.
PC: Who do you fancy?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: I heard you used to fancy Charlotte W. Did you?
T: ...
PC: Did you fancy Charlotte?
T: None of your business.
PC: Did you fancy her? *he's ignoring her now; she's repeating the question over and over, accompanied by MCs 1 and 2*
They're getting steadily louder...
T: Give it a rest, alright?
C1: Who do you fancy?
Me: Leave him alone.
C1: Hey, who said that?
Me: I did.
PC&C2: *snigger*
C1: Well, fuck off, I'm not interested in you.
C1: *to PC* Who the fuck's she? I don't know her name.
Me: I'll give it to you, it's Bethan.
C2: *inane imitation*
PC&C1: *giggle, snigger*
PC: So Tom, would you fancy me?
Tom: ...
Me: *looks at T* No, I don't think he'd go for a painted trollop.
PC and C2: repetition of the 'fancy' questions with me, have you ever snogged someone, are you a virgin, etc, I answer some (not all honestly) then tell them to fuck off and the cycle recommences until PC finishes her work, the bell rings for end of school and she leaves, trailing the two boys behind her.
The kicker? Several mutual friends (mainly closer to me, but still) must have heard the whole thing and did NOTHING to help either of us. Fuck it, Tom D was sat between me and PC and said nothing!
I hate people.
...
In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically) brought this one on myself, too...
The place: Art Block Media (read: Computer) Room.
The cast: Me, Tom [no, Nath, not one you know, I think], PC (painted cow), MC (male crony)1 and MC2.
PC:Tom, are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Did you go out with Ryan?
T: No.
PC: I heard you went out with Ryan. Are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Oh. So you like girls?
T: Yes.
PC: Who do you fancy?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: I heard you used to fancy Charlotte W. Did you?
T: ...
PC: Did you fancy Charlotte?
T: None of your business.
PC: Did you fancy her? *he's ignoring her now; she's repeating the question over and over, accompanied by MCs 1 and 2*
They're getting steadily louder...
T: Give it a rest, alright?
C1: Who do you fancy?
Me: Leave him alone.
C1: Hey, who said that?
Me: I did.
PC&C2: *snigger*
C1: Well, fuck off, I'm not interested in you.
C1: *to PC* Who the fuck's she? I don't know her name.
Me: I'll give it to you, it's Bethan.
C2: *inane imitation*
PC&C1: *giggle, snigger*
PC: So Tom, would you fancy me?
Tom: ...
Me: *looks at T* No, I don't think he'd go for a painted trollop.
PC and C2: repetition of the 'fancy' questions with me, have you ever snogged someone, are you a virgin, etc, I answer some (not all honestly) then tell them to fuck off and the cycle recommences until PC finishes her work, the bell rings for end of school and she leaves, trailing the two boys behind her.
The kicker? Several mutual friends (mainly closer to me, but still) must have heard the whole thing and did NOTHING to help either of us. Fuck it, Tom D was sat between me and PC and said nothing!
I hate people.
I really, really hate this place sometimes. It's just been one of those days I thin, and lunch (or rather, having to queue at the van on my own because I wanted to go the Art Block and everyone had mysteriously vanished: not so bad in itself, but it automatically makes you fifteen-minutes' worth of target for every immature fucking idiot attempting to compensate for his lack of size, and you can interpret that any way you want- though it doesn't explain the girls) just made it worse. Just want to run away somewhere and die now, preferably under a rock. And I was so upbeat this morning, too.
Notgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocry...
Fuck.
And which genius-type bastard decided to block posting to LJ on school computers?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Notgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocrynotgoingtocry...
Fuck.
And which genius-type bastard decided to block posting to LJ on school computers?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
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Sep. 8th, 2004 10:13 pmHaven't updated in ages, so here's a brief digest:
A*!!!! W00T!!!!!!11one!
Have no money.
Foxglove_icons has produced my much-wanted icons, and for this i luffs her muchly. *worships*
Back in school. By the end of the second day I was about to start screaming 'Let me out! Let me out!'
Have my Mock GCSEs at the end of November. Never has a piece of news terrified me more- apart from the dates of the real thing. Feel sooo unprepared...
Never, ever am I again sharing a room with two girls two years younger than me for the weekend. By the end of it, my normally-fragile sanity was about to crash and burn. But Rhys looks stunning in sunglasses- and in just about everything. :D Next Ogmore, though, will drag Tracey along or die trying.
Germany photos. Possibly the best way to spend a maths class.
End Digest.
Proper update tomorrow morning- Dad wants me off the PC. Ah well.
A*!!!! W00T!!!!!!11one!
Have no money.
Foxglove_icons has produced my much-wanted icons, and for this i luffs her muchly. *worships*
Back in school. By the end of the second day I was about to start screaming 'Let me out! Let me out!'
Have my Mock GCSEs at the end of November. Never has a piece of news terrified me more- apart from the dates of the real thing. Feel sooo unprepared...
Never, ever am I again sharing a room with two girls two years younger than me for the weekend. By the end of it, my normally-fragile sanity was about to crash and burn. But Rhys looks stunning in sunglasses- and in just about everything. :D Next Ogmore, though, will drag Tracey along or die trying.
Germany photos. Possibly the best way to spend a maths class.
End Digest.
Proper update tomorrow morning- Dad wants me off the PC. Ah well.
