Wasting Paint

So now all the house-mates are in the house. Good times!

Though the urge to kill is slowly rising... This will be an interesting year...
Been playing Dungeons and Dragons basically all day yesterday (IT'S NOT "ON FRIDAY" UNTIL I SLEPT!!!! :P). As we do most Fridays. It's quite good! Frank's the DM (Dungeon Master. GM or Game Master works too.) in this game, and it's good fun.
I love my Genasi Wizard. She's awesome! ...When she actually get a decent number on the die and hit the target.... But she is still kinda under-powered compared to the other characters.
I have probably done something wrong somewhere, though.
It's good fun. She's the headmaster at a magic-school, where they let them be exchange students into the Fey Wild, which is another plane... NO, I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE HER INTO DUMBLEDORE! Or anything like that.
I won't mention the deaths that happened there, though... As... Shit tend to happen... When.. Working with... Magic stuff... That explodes...
Yes.

So as we were doing fuck knows what in D&D, I decided to waste some paint that I never used anyway. Why not make a fucking creation out of it!
...It became sort of shit.
Like a child that tried to do a Munch. And naturally failed. Because children can't ... actually, scratch that, a child could do much better than this.
I FAIL!

HAH. Lets pretend it was on purpose.

Squishy paint.

I can't wait until uni starts back up, now. To start working and to see what you have to do this 2nd year of university. I hope to God we won't get two certain "tutors" that only end up teaching us bullshit this year... Really hope not.

I will do my best to work my absolute ass off this year, and make a real effort. Try to get some firsts. Better to try to over-achieve than to under-achieve, eh... I've never had good grades in school because I've been lazy as fuck, but... Will try now. I do actually pay a lot for this.

Also, bad news for me! The last of the milk chocolate is gone! Sad face! A very sad face, too! Think the opposite of the joker! ... That's technically a sown-together mouth... But I meant a frown instead of a grin.
Yes..

This is a sight nobody wants to see. They really should be selling these in Wales. No doubt about that.

Sleepless in Swansea

The title almost worked. Seattle... Swansea... Almost the same thing!

Today, a room-mate and an amazing friend, Cira and I demolished the kitchen.
We didn't really demolish the kitchen, we just cleaned it. For 3 hours. Possibly more. How filthy is your kitchen when you have to use 3 hours straight on cleaning! Without a break!
I mean the fact that we spent 3 hours cleaning it, is worth bragging about.
Especially when you cleaned your room afterwards as well. And hoovered the bathroom. But now I am slightly above-average in the whole Loving To Brag matter...

The day started with me wanting to go and preorder World of Warcraft: Mists of Pandaria, so I dragged dearest Cira with me down to town to grab a pre-order. Naturally, the shop closed 30 minutes before THE FUCKING THING WAS MEANT TO but said "ah, nah we always close now, 'cuz we're like... lazy."
Assholes.
So we went to grab some necessities instead. That turned into a giant bag of "necessities" (read: crap). I bought so much shit. Dust cloths, cloths for cleaning away big bad scary stains, gloves, pillows, another water filter jug-thing (I decided to try a new one. And also, the filters themselves apparently only last for a month each. Oops... Used the old one for a year X) ...)... And yeah, even more than that.
It's all stuff I will use though, so it's not all that bad. Also yellow dust cloths are so cute! And they are soft too! I wish I was 5. I would cuddle the fuck out of those dust cloths!

I'm talking about dust cloths...

My life is super-exciting these days...

In all seriousness though, it's been a good kind of busy. It felt so good to kick out all the shit we had in the kitchen, with the grim-looking mouse-trap-like-thing we had in the Cupboard of Creepy, with little pellets in it... That's GONE, thankfully... Thanks to Liam...
So freaking productive.

And now, because my body hates me, I'm still awake. After 3-5 hours of cleaning, I am wide awake. At 5:45 in the morning, also known as Insanely Stupid O'clock, I am wide awake. Fuck my life.
Across and straightforward.
Bottom to top.

With an insane need for food. Or snacks.

I ended up buying the WoW expansion on Amazon, if you could give a flying fuck. It felt a little like a reward for being a massive twit towards my house-mates this whole entire day.
Not sure if it's a good reward or a bad reward yet. Hoping for good reward. ICAN'TWAIT!
Though.. Pokémon and Farm Ville? Really Blizzard? Really?

Rant over.

Good day, sir!

BLANTANTLY MY FAULT.

I DECIDED TO WRITE THIS IN CAPSLOCK AND WITHOUT J'S.

BLOGS AJE KINDA LIKE A DIAJY. ONLY NOT JEALLY. I STILL WANNA "TELL THE WOJLD" (I'LL EXPLAIN LATEJ.) ABOUT A PAJT OF MY LIFE.
MY EX-BOYFJIEND DID SOMETHING JEALLY STUPID WHILE HE WAS OVEJ HEJE IN SWANSEA, ABUSING MY HOSPITALITY, EATING MY FOOD, STOMPING ALL OVER MY CLEAN FLOOJS... AFTER I HAD THJOWN HIM OUT AND CONFJONTED HIM ABOUT IT HE MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT. ISN'T THAT JUST PJECIOUS?
BLATANTLY IN THE WJONG, AND STILL HE TJIES TO TUJN IT ALL OVEJ ON ME, AND BASICALLY BLAMES ME FOJ WHAT HAPPENED.
WITH AN UNDEJ-LINE ON _TJIES TO_.
HE EVEN BLOCKED ME ON FACEBOOK, BECAUSE HE "COULDN'T HANDLE "THIS" (JEAD: BEING TOLD A FEW WOJDS OF TJUTH) ANYMOJE". WHAT A TEJJIBLE FATE! OH WOE IS ME!
HOW WILL I EVEJ MANAGE WITHOUT HIS SUPEJ-'EXCITING' LIFE-UPDATES!? ABOUT HIS SUPEJ EXCITING JOB!?

I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING AT HIS PATHETICNESS AT THE END OF THE MESSAGES.

COCK FACE.

YEAH, WAS THIS BETTEJ FOJ YOU?
"FOJ ALL THE WOJLD TO SEE"?

....YEAH, I DID SOMETHING SILLY AND TWEETED ABOUT IT WHEN I WAS STILL FUMING WITH ANGEJ. "FOJ ALL THE WOJLD TO SEE", IS A BIT PJETENTIOUS THOUGH. NOT EVEN 0,000001% OF THE EAJTHS POPULATION IS JEADING THIS. (EXPLAINED!) I'M NOT PEJFECT, I DO AND SAY STUPID THINGS, SO NATUJALLY I DELETED THAT TWEET...

IT WOULD BE HILAJIOUS, AND DAJE I SAY... KAJMIC JUSTICE? IF PEOPLE DID STAJT TO JEAD THIS UTTEJ PIECE OF CJAP BLOG THOUGH.

HAAA HAAA HAAA.

FUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU ASSHOOOOOLE!

I'M DONE BITCHING NOW.

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A FJIEND AND I WEJE PLAYING ON OUJ PJIESTS ON WOJLD OF WAJCJAFT, AND FOUND SOME PJETTY FUNNY BUGS. THOUGHT I'D MIGHT AS WELL SHAJE THAT ON HEJE AS WELL.

THAT SEEMS A LITTLE... OVEJ POWEJED.....

FOJ A GJEEN, THIS IS PJETTY DAMN GOOD!
YAY FOJ HIDDEN STATS.

THEY WEJEN'T JEALLY HIDDEN.... SAD FACE.


...I THINK I ENJOYED SCJEAMING "FUCK YOU" A LITTLE TOO MUCH IN THIS...
I'M NOT MENTIONING ANY NAMES, SO WHOEVEJ PEOPLE THINK IT IS, YOU AJE ENTIJELY COJJECT.

SINSEJELY,

THE CHILDISH PEJSON WHO ENJOYS WJITING IN CAPS LOCK AND HANG PEOPLE OUT ON HEJ BLOG, ESPECIALLY HEJ EXTJEMELY "LEVEL OF A JOCK"-INTELLIGENT EX BOYFJIEND. WHO COULD HAVE BEEN A FJIEND, BUT DECIDED THAT "NAH, FUCK THAT, I'LL EXPLOIT YOU INSTEAD".
KTHXBYE.

The Bristol Conundrum

It's a talent.

Malene came with me to Swansea when I went over on the 1st of September. It was good with some company on the mind-numbingly dull air plane journey. She's very good at keeping other people's minds occupied with other things, which I greatly appreciate.




She wanted to go to Bristol and see the Stonehenge. Yeah, I know, the radicalness of this just blew your mind, but nay, it doesn't just stop there, my dearest minion.
Malene also wanted to meet up with an old guild-mate, so that was partly why we went there instead of directly to Salisbury.
It was a win-win for us though, because as it turns out, Salisbury is shithole. But I'll talk about that later.

Bristol is such a beautiful city.

I must say, though. Britain LOVE their unicorns. It's like they have some information on them that they refuse to pass on to us foreigners...

Anyway, in Bristol our dedicated tour-guide showed us all the important bits of Bristol. He showed us The Famous Wobbly Table, which was one of the greatest things I've ever seen. I mean it literally blew my mind. My mind is in the gutters of Bristol...
I take that back... That made me sound extremely unintelligent...
ANYWAY, the wobbly table. I unfortunately forgot to take a picture of the Famous Wobbly Table, but I did take a picture of the restaurant it was in.

Right, so we faffed about in Bristol for a day, with me being a massive third wheel, but the only one actually talking because Malene and Matt were too shy to say or decide anything... At all... Ever...
"What do you wanna do?" Is probably the most asked question in the two days I was there. They must have asked it about 90 times in 15 minutes at one point.... I was close to kill, that evening.

So with a lot of adrenalin and oxytocin in these two's blood streams, I'm sure, we walked around Bristol without aim. Seriously. No aim at all.
Day 2 we decided to go to Salisbury to see the Stonehenge. So we did.
We took the train around 3-4 and got there around 5.30.

Horsey! Pardon the shit picture...

Then we found a bus-driver on a Stonehenge bus, asked him when he left and got this message:
Stonehenge closes at 6.
6!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?
A pile of rocks has got a CLOSING TIME!?

At a loss for what to do, we started wobbling around in Salisbury.
We found a river...

And another river.....

AND THIS IS JUST A LIE!!!!
No WAY have they made cycles out of Stonehenge. I think we would have heard about it. Anyway, it was closed so we couldn't have gone in and demanded an explanation...

We found a church.....

And pictures of facepalming greats of the past...
Naturally I had to force Matt into facepalming beside it as he had been facepalming a _lot_ that day and the day before...
Not that my incredible puns are bad or facepalm-worthy... Because they are amazing...

We quickly found out too, why they encouraged drinking for toddlers in Salisbury... There's nothing better to do.
This is what faced us in every single direction we looked:

So we took the train back to Bristol, defeated and discouraged. We found, though, that a lot of attractions were nearby. So we snapped a lot more pictures.

St. Mary Redcliffe, a lovely looking cathedral!

Then we walked over to the floating harbour, and I discovered that I hadn't been far away from that when I was there last time. I took a picture of the bridge again (Other blog post about that is here.) and bravely walked across to explore the city more.

Then... A lovely sweets-break.
Rounding it up with a picture of the two turtle doves. Bless them to bits.