[9] 'Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit. '

Today I played the part of "The annoying boy in the library" to perfection. I munched on a huuuuge bag of crisps chips very loudly, slurped from my can, texted my friends on my phone, swung back in my chair, and was a general all-round nuisance.

I guess it started because someone was in MY seat. You see, I have a specific seat I like to sit in everytime I go to the library (which isn't very often, mind you, but still!)
I like to sit in the seat on the top floor, in the furthest corner. It's as far from the entrance, and general civilisation as you can get. Other people usually prefer to sit on a lower floor, or somewhere closer to the door. But not today. There was a woman sat there!!! In MY seat! The whore.

So I decided to sit near her, and be a complete pain in the arse, in hope that she would move, so I could get my seat back.

She lasted 30 minutes.

The moment she left, I reclaimed my seat and started doing some work.
I totally psyched her out!!

I worked on my dissertation for 4 hours, until I got kicked out when the library closed at half 4.
I can't wait until this dissertation is over. It's barely started at the moment. In the beginning it started out as looking at death in the stories of Oscar Wilde. (Lovely stuff, yo!) But there's so much to talk about it looks like I'm going to have to restrict it to 'Death as a moralist in Wilde's stories for children.'
It's going to be a loooooong three weeks.

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Anyway, I just got back to the flat, and made a nice cup of tea. But alas! I have run out of sugar!! And it is IMPOSSIBLE to drink tea without at least 2 spoons of sugar.
So I decided to rummage through my flatmates cupboards to find some.

However, I had to pour my cup of tea away, as I have NINE flatmates, and it turns out that not one of them is in possession of any sugar. WHAT kind of people am I living with?!

Maybe it's because 6 of my flatmates are still home for easter. Maybe they cleared their cupboards before leaving? Or maybe they're just a load of over-healthy twats? Knobs!

Talking about being healthy, I think I deserve a Mcdonald's later, for my four hours of dissertating today (is that even a word!?). And maybe even a bottle of wine?

When studying Oscar Wilde, it is implicit that one must be a decadent hedonist too! It would be an insult to his memory to act otherwise.
At least that is my excuse. ;D

Loki xxx