Red Dot
So today was quite a special day. Not only is it the last day of the Easter vacations, but all my mates arrived as well.
I started the day thinking I was going to pull an all-nighter (I hadn't slept since three in the afternoon of the previous day... you know, trying to get back to the Academic Sleeping Schedule) but at around ten in the morning I decided I was going to take a quick two hour power nap. I would wake up at noon, watch the F1 race, and then do something. So well, I set my alarm and doze off.
The next thing I know, I hear a loud knock on my door. What the hell? Well, I get up and check: nobody. But seriously, I heard something. Ryan suddenly appears from the kitchen and greets me with a "oh, hey, you're up!" which dazzles me a bit, because he was supposed to arrive in the lateish afternoon. I greet him and all that, and then I ask him for the time. Four in the fucking afternoon! My alarm clock really isn't working. Not only did I miss most of the afternoon to do something (and watch the race), but now I'll have trouble going to bed at a decent time tonight. Ay ay...
Anyway, Ryan and I headed to the pool place and played some pool. He was wearing this fisherman's hat which made him look quite funny as well as some shades that made him look quite pimpy. It was a really beautiful day--a hot day--and most of the people were out enjoying themselves. Anyway, you could tell that I hadn't played pool for a long time, as we played three times and I lost four times.
"What's that!?" you say. Well, in the first game I pocketed the black ball out of turn (at an early stage) but we decided to keep playing on just because. He ended up cleaning up the table. I then won the second game, and for the third I pocketed the black ball again, this time in my second turn (I'm telling you, I have this "gift" (more like curse) that lets me pocket the black ball without any effort any time I want, just as long as it's out of turn) but we keep on playing. This time I sweep the table efforlessly, and I do pocket the black ball when I'm supposed to (last ball), but the white ball takes a wicked bounce off a cushion and goes in as well. So yeah, I lose again. Fucking overrated game.
We then head off to the pub just to have a few pints and relax. We get a text from Steve saying that he's back in Newcastle, but he locked himself out. Turns out he left his keys at home and none of his flatmates will be back until tomorrow. Only Steve, only Steve. Probably the only person who has lost his keys three times.... and that quite worries me, because I'll be living with him next year and if he loses the keys to the house then some bloke might find them and then get in and steal our stuff... we've got to come up with a system... Anyway, we agree to let him sleep in our flat and tell him to come on down.
We had a very good time just talking and watching Spanish football and drinking. Nice relaxing time. We then send James a text to see where he is and he's just leaving London (by plane) so he says he'll meet up with us in about an hour and a half. Good stuff. We had some very funny and disturbing conversations while waiting for James, but I can't remember any because I left my mobile in my room (good job!) so I couldn't write them down. Anyhow, James finally arrives and we decide we'll play a pool tourney.
It actually went better than I expected. I ended up second, although I was crushed by Steve in the final. After that we headed to Subway so that James could get something to eat. After he ordered, we were going to sit down and the girl over the counter says "this is takeaway only." If it's takeaway only then why the fuck do you have seats? Plus, we've eaten there before. Bitch.
We ended up back at our flat just watching some telly and relaxing. We actually had a very good time; laughed a lot and stuff. It's a shame I don't have any of the funny things, but eh, they might come with time.
I'm pulling an all-nighter at the moment, planning to make it through my toughest weekday with "no sleep." Not the smartest move, no, but hey, if I did go to bed and my alarm didn't go off (as it seems to be doing so regularily) then I'd be well fucked. Eh, update on my Monday to follow shortly.
I started the day thinking I was going to pull an all-nighter (I hadn't slept since three in the afternoon of the previous day... you know, trying to get back to the Academic Sleeping Schedule) but at around ten in the morning I decided I was going to take a quick two hour power nap. I would wake up at noon, watch the F1 race, and then do something. So well, I set my alarm and doze off.
The next thing I know, I hear a loud knock on my door. What the hell? Well, I get up and check: nobody. But seriously, I heard something. Ryan suddenly appears from the kitchen and greets me with a "oh, hey, you're up!" which dazzles me a bit, because he was supposed to arrive in the lateish afternoon. I greet him and all that, and then I ask him for the time. Four in the fucking afternoon! My alarm clock really isn't working. Not only did I miss most of the afternoon to do something (and watch the race), but now I'll have trouble going to bed at a decent time tonight. Ay ay...
Anyway, Ryan and I headed to the pool place and played some pool. He was wearing this fisherman's hat which made him look quite funny as well as some shades that made him look quite pimpy. It was a really beautiful day--a hot day--and most of the people were out enjoying themselves. Anyway, you could tell that I hadn't played pool for a long time, as we played three times and I lost four times.
"What's that!?" you say. Well, in the first game I pocketed the black ball out of turn (at an early stage) but we decided to keep playing on just because. He ended up cleaning up the table. I then won the second game, and for the third I pocketed the black ball again, this time in my second turn (I'm telling you, I have this "gift" (more like curse) that lets me pocket the black ball without any effort any time I want, just as long as it's out of turn) but we keep on playing. This time I sweep the table efforlessly, and I do pocket the black ball when I'm supposed to (last ball), but the white ball takes a wicked bounce off a cushion and goes in as well. So yeah, I lose again. Fucking overrated game.
We then head off to the pub just to have a few pints and relax. We get a text from Steve saying that he's back in Newcastle, but he locked himself out. Turns out he left his keys at home and none of his flatmates will be back until tomorrow. Only Steve, only Steve. Probably the only person who has lost his keys three times.... and that quite worries me, because I'll be living with him next year and if he loses the keys to the house then some bloke might find them and then get in and steal our stuff... we've got to come up with a system... Anyway, we agree to let him sleep in our flat and tell him to come on down.
We had a very good time just talking and watching Spanish football and drinking. Nice relaxing time. We then send James a text to see where he is and he's just leaving London (by plane) so he says he'll meet up with us in about an hour and a half. Good stuff. We had some very funny and disturbing conversations while waiting for James, but I can't remember any because I left my mobile in my room (good job!) so I couldn't write them down. Anyhow, James finally arrives and we decide we'll play a pool tourney.
It actually went better than I expected. I ended up second, although I was crushed by Steve in the final. After that we headed to Subway so that James could get something to eat. After he ordered, we were going to sit down and the girl over the counter says "this is takeaway only." If it's takeaway only then why the fuck do you have seats? Plus, we've eaten there before. Bitch.
We ended up back at our flat just watching some telly and relaxing. We actually had a very good time; laughed a lot and stuff. It's a shame I don't have any of the funny things, but eh, they might come with time.
I'm pulling an all-nighter at the moment, planning to make it through my toughest weekday with "no sleep." Not the smartest move, no, but hey, if I did go to bed and my alarm didn't go off (as it seems to be doing so regularily) then I'd be well fucked. Eh, update on my Monday to follow shortly.
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