BEEP

GET OUT OF THE WAY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, THIS IS NOT A STOPPING ZONE. NO. NO STOPPING, KEEP MOVING, SERIOUSLY.

If you keep moving, I'll buy you a donught. This is what college is like, when I am FRANTICALLY hurrying from psychology to history or something, something that is far away, and you're walking.

There's a gaggle of girls all linking arms, behind a girl trying to be suave and zipping in and out, but she's texting and walking into people, and things... and cats. Then, THEN come the hardcore gentlemen with their baseball caps who walk slower than their one legged arthritic gout ridden grandfather. So I casually try and get round them, but there's people trying to get the other way, so that involves dodging and trying not to tread on the back of some slow soul's shoe. And then the teacher with a limp and a giant red box is trying frantically to unlock the key to his room, meanwhile the librarian is having a chat with the lovely repographics lady whilst carrying four cups of tea in one hand and a pile of paper the size of Ireland in the other. Oh, and you also have to remember that the corridor has a thick greasy lining of first years wrestling each other or shouting to each other from either sides of the corridors, benches lined with people who have their feet out, and Itchen radio blasting either some music or a video.

It's quite fun really.

Well whatever the hell THAT was.

I have to go and read out something at the HMD tomozzle, so I'm not really having fun doing that, it will be tortuous, and then it will be over, but yay minibus and ting. I love the minibus, I went in it yesterday WOOO MINIBUS..

Okay... byez

Ray -xx- <3 :')