Oh come on BBC, you cannot call these facts, you just can’t.
If fact has taken on a new meaning where it can actually mean ‘things I’m calling a fact but aren’t really’ then hell yes! I’m so totally gonna do really fucking well in all my exams.
Facts about hell my ass.
UPDATE: The title of the article has now changed. I like to think this is thanks to me :D
I would love to see All My Circuits, the robot soap opera from Futurama, as a web series. Episodes could be 2-3mins long and it would be amazing.
Why would it be amazing you might wonder, because then we could get more hilarious quotes such as:
‘Calculon?! But I thought you were-‘
This needs to happen. Even if Futurama doesn’t get picked up again and stays cancelled for a while, All My Circuits still needs to happen.
Do it for me Futurama, do it for me.
I saw a sign today in the reception of where I live. It said something along the lines of:
Due to the increasing number of parcels being delivered, from next week we will be trailing a new parcel collection system. You may collect parcels between : 11am-13pm and 15pm-16pm.
Currently you can collect you parcels pretty much any time between 7am and like…10pm-ish.
Now stay with me folks, but doesn’t it seem that if there are more things things to collect, reducing the time to collect them in is just stupid?
I decided it was time to visit the doctor today. But first, here’s a few things y’all should know:
Yesterday I slammed my hand in the door. Hurt like fuck, bruised immediately, really painful today but better than yesterday.
I have a trapped nerve in my arm (this is actually the reason I was going).
The other day I kicked the futon and I have a big ole bruise on my foot.
I have mystery bruises on my legs.
My knees are buggered, I’m not sleeping well, I managed to scratch my face and it’s windy as hell today making my hair a mess.
Given all this I can understand why the nice doctor asked if I was in a relationship, if things at home were going well etc. She did seem a bit confused when I told her I was single and I lived pretty much by myself when I’m here at uni.
I explained I’m just clumsy and she kind of believed me, then as I was leaving I managed to hit myself in the face with the door. She then said she believed me now.
I’m glad she’s doing her job and stuff, but I’m also slightly offended that I look like I’m being abused.
It’s not illegal if you economics all the witnesses.
…the office of national statistics (ONS) produce anal reports…
What do you do with a (BSc in Economics)?
Another song to get me through dissertation shizzle.
Songs that are getting me through my dissertation:
First we have Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot.
Just reading through parts of my dissertation and I come across this:
Women at home and shiz
in the middle of a paragraph.
…I’m glad I noticed.
I’ve decided what I want to do with my degree in economics.
I want to be a comedy writer.
Dissertations bring clarity.
I don’t understand what this is. I get the concept don’t get me wrong, but to most people this is just called friendship.
I keep hearing people bitching about being ”friend-zoned” and they seem confused. Relationships aren’t based on good deeds or entitlement. Just look at Chris Brown and Rhianna (well done me for knowing celebrities).
It’s not like you were judged as being too good a person to date either. That’s not the case…ever.
Reasons you might be in the elusive friend zone:
1) They don’t think of you as more than friends.
Ta-da! That’s pretty much fucking it.
Being there for someone and junk and then expecting a relationship because you’re being a nice guy/girl also makes you deluded.
I really hate that advice that goes ‘you should just tell them how you feel if you don’t want to be friend zoned’…also deluded. People are in relationships (normally) because they both want that. Just wanting to be friends with someone doesn’t make them a terrible person. It makes you a terrible person if you make them feel bad for not liking you that way.
Shiz like this is why I hate people.
this is just something I made whilst I was freaking out during a lecture.
This has just happened to me, like…in the past week or so.
Except it wasn’t water…(or me who spilled it).
I enjoy flow charts.
Not even like saying the wrong number.
It’s saying things like:
Say it right!
But there are some hilarious arguments on facebook today.
What it seems to boil down to is some people are really funny, and some people keep using directions as insults. E.G.
righties OR lefties
It’s not even political, politics haven’t really been mentioned. It’s just directions. And that’s fucking funny.
But I have work to do so stop being funny.