Nott What You'd Expected...

Are you calling me a term paper?

Today was lazy, lame, blah. tying up lose ends as Brandon would say. Make room for Friday, I guess. Our essays on British Education are due today at 5, and i would just assume shoot myself in the face. Guns being illegal here in the UK, i'll have to substitute coming down with a crappy cold for the shot to the head.

Today the girls and I walked to Jubilee campus (about 20 minutes through our working class neighborhood), took ID pics, and handed in our blue sheets.
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On the way I found many exciting new Cigarette Warnings, which brings us to a segment I like to call "AWESOMELY CRUEL CIGARETTE WARNINGS THAT MUST MAKE ALL SMOKERS EITHER LAUGH OR FEEL LIKE CRAPPY PEOPLE:"
I had to ask the lady behind the counter at a convenience store to take that pic
That's almost as good as the sperm and fertility one.....
So multicultural over here.... anyone have any idea what that means, or even what language it's in?.......
It's almost like they're making fun of the smokers.....
This last one I actually found on a piece of wood, a stump, in the Moors out on our hike... the tree was about 6 or 7 feet in diameter.... friggin huge.
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Otherwise, things are going well... i guess.... Lately it seems as though our meetings with Mark and Carol have been lasting forgoddamnedever... Especially with our new allegiances to Societies and Groups at the school, this whole Luther thing is really starting to hinder our social lives. Tuesdays are officially Paidiea nights- lasting from dinner at 5 until around 9 or 930. Now, Thursdays are days when we turn in our essays about Tuesday night. Last night we had dinner around 6, and the girls didn't finish washing dishes until 9... It's beginning to be rediculous. Not to mention our weekend trips- which, (although amazing and fun and cool and exciting and mind expanding) are the exact same dates as my crosscountry meets, Brandon's crew training and practices, and other Society meeting times....

We met a kid from Queens who was really intersted in finding a way to travel around the UK, which would suck.... but do we really want to be stuck on the other end of the extreme? I can't believe that I'm complaining about traveling around the UK, but sometimes it would be nice to settle into a routine...

As far as classes, at this point the disorganization and confusion that our two Luther courses are emitting is enough for me to want to punch a baby. Thank god my UNOTT classes only meet on Wed,Th,Fri.... man, that's sweet.

I guess that's it... I'm looking forward to finshing this crapfest of an essay, getting over sickeness, and possibly going for a run (yeah....)

until later,

kevin
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Actually, I had promised a pic of that 'sex ed' card that I found at the Fresher's Fayre.... The intention was to convince kids not to have sex or at least not unprotected sex. First is the side I saw, followed by what the back said (in a thousand words)...

For some reason, I can't see Bob Barker hosting a show called "The Sex Lottery"....

That's some creative advertising.... courtesy of the English....

posted by Kevin @ 3:35 PM