I went to Oxford Uni Press today. it was rather good as I got to look at some real printed books from decades ago, and the such as a real press machine which was made of heavy metal. Some of the books I held cost more than you thought they would of costed. It was a better alternative to writing loads on prints in some ways however I don’t have any notes from the trip which makes it more differcult for when I write things up.
James, Micheal, and me was at standing up as all the seats was taken up when we were waiting for bus when a chavett (which is a teen mum) whacks her pram into my feet. She woke me up dammit.. She asks if she could get pass even though she could anyway. I mutter to myself ‘No you cant’ thinking she wouldn’t hear me but I said it too loudly. I am a baddass.
This meant she got pissed off at me and I nearly risked getting stabbed or something like a slap. i thought she would just carry on walking on but she stopped infront of me and starting talking quite fast. I thought if I just stared down and didnt give her eye contact would mean that she knew I wasn’t starting a fight. I think it worked..
College has really changed my behaviour alot.. At school I hardly swore and was the teacher pet for everything. Being a school kid you could get away with something like that like I always did when i caught the bus. not without a uniform it would seem.
Eugh! i got to carry on writing a ten page eassy. lovely..
Teacher’s pet teacher’s pet
Or in other words.. the bitch of the teacher pet.
Shut up or I’ll insult you over the internet
Go on then. Break my bones but words will never hurt me or something like that..
consider yourself insulted
consider yourself gay
you’re turning into such a badass TE
Dude. Don’t pick on young mums you naughty! lol
I just reread that blog post and I couldn’t make sense of most of it. I have rewrote it now.
I am a bad person.. lol