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davidnThe post-exam activities have well and truly begun. They started yesterday afternoon, when we were going to go to Anstruther for fish and chips, bring them back and have a picnic by the lake (a nice idea if you ignore the concrete eyesore that is AMH). However, this turned in to the least successful attempt to leave St Andrews ever, as someone pointed out when we stopped at the New Hall cash machine that Paul's car had a flat tyre... so we ended up having an excursion to the cash machine and back.
After finding that everyone else had gone to get pudding from the Hall, we rounded them up again and headed to Empire instead - they do make good pizza, it's difficult to understand how pizza can be so good there and so awful in the canteen. We then headed back and gathered in Chris's room to listen to some music, introduce Ally to Strong Bad E-mail and watch "The Princess Bride" - a very strange film, but Jenni (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amaunet was right - it's very entertaining. I'm not sure what The Machine was meant to be, though my best guess was that it was just playing the Cheeky Girls to him at high volume. That's the "ultimate agony" all right.
I'm not one of those people who can just sleep - even though I experienced the satisfaction of flicking my alarm to "OFF" before going to sleep, I still woke up at 8:30. I got back to sleep, though, until 11:45 when Paulette knocked on my door to tell me that people were leaving to go to Dundee in ten minutes from then. I had completely forgotten about that, and was going to stay behind, but then I decided that I said I'd go, so I would. I've managed to get up in ten minutes before, and I managed it again.
It wasn't a very healthy breakfast, really - a Mars bar and a bottle of Lilt from the vending machines in the Middle Common Room. Also, we went to the Union to get something to eat while waiting for the Bintmobile to be fixed at the garage. Paulette, Chris and I waited a while for Paul to bring his car to the Union, then we followed Niall to the ice rink at Dundee, where together the two cars exhibited the worst parking in the entire Universe (apart from the time when James drove down to Maths from the common room at my Academy and parked straight across three spaces, of course).
The ice skating was great - I had only tried it once before, I must have been about eight years old. The skates are sore on the feet, though. Anna, despite it being new to her, picked it up rather well. I only embarrassed myself by falling twice - the first time I managed to cut my right hand, but the second time was a spectacularly exaggerated fall in which I dropped, sort of back-rolled and managed to land back on my skates.
We were taken off the rink perhaps a bit earlier than people would have liked, as we misjudged the times for the sessions a bit, but I think we got our money's worth out of it. Afterwards, Rachel spotted a McDonald's on the other side of the car park so we had a meal there - I got a little magnetic Action Man toy in my Happy Meal intended for five-year-olds, but that didn't stop me and others from playing with it.
I was in Niall's car on the way back to St Andrews, being followed by the Cheesemobile. After an unsuccessful trip in to town, I came back to the hall, finally turned my computer on after it had perhaps got the biggest rest of its existence, and proceeded to type out this. I've got nine e-mails, and I'd bet that about eight of them are septic tank spam or something.
After finding that everyone else had gone to get pudding from the Hall, we rounded them up again and headed to Empire instead - they do make good pizza, it's difficult to understand how pizza can be so good there and so awful in the canteen. We then headed back and gathered in Chris's room to listen to some music, introduce Ally to Strong Bad E-mail and watch "The Princess Bride" - a very strange film, but Jenni (
amaunet was right - it's very entertaining. I'm not sure what The Machine was meant to be, though my best guess was that it was just playing the Cheeky Girls to him at high volume. That's the "ultimate agony" all right.I'm not one of those people who can just sleep - even though I experienced the satisfaction of flicking my alarm to "OFF" before going to sleep, I still woke up at 8:30. I got back to sleep, though, until 11:45 when Paulette knocked on my door to tell me that people were leaving to go to Dundee in ten minutes from then. I had completely forgotten about that, and was going to stay behind, but then I decided that I said I'd go, so I would. I've managed to get up in ten minutes before, and I managed it again.
It wasn't a very healthy breakfast, really - a Mars bar and a bottle of Lilt from the vending machines in the Middle Common Room. Also, we went to the Union to get something to eat while waiting for the Bintmobile to be fixed at the garage. Paulette, Chris and I waited a while for Paul to bring his car to the Union, then we followed Niall to the ice rink at Dundee, where together the two cars exhibited the worst parking in the entire Universe (apart from the time when James drove down to Maths from the common room at my Academy and parked straight across three spaces, of course).
The ice skating was great - I had only tried it once before, I must have been about eight years old. The skates are sore on the feet, though. Anna, despite it being new to her, picked it up rather well. I only embarrassed myself by falling twice - the first time I managed to cut my right hand, but the second time was a spectacularly exaggerated fall in which I dropped, sort of back-rolled and managed to land back on my skates.
We were taken off the rink perhaps a bit earlier than people would have liked, as we misjudged the times for the sessions a bit, but I think we got our money's worth out of it. Afterwards, Rachel spotted a McDonald's on the other side of the car park so we had a meal there - I got a little magnetic Action Man toy in my Happy Meal intended for five-year-olds, but that didn't stop me and others from playing with it.
I was in Niall's car on the way back to St Andrews, being followed by the Cheesemobile. After an unsuccessful trip in to town, I came back to the hall, finally turned my computer on after it had perhaps got the biggest rest of its existence, and proceeded to type out this. I've got nine e-mails, and I'd bet that about eight of them are septic tank spam or something.
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:39 am (UTC)Basically the machine is some form of torture cos Rugen is a sadistic (insert expletive here) and Humperdinck is jeaous of the fact that Westley is sexier and yummier than he will ever be and the non entity that is Buttercup loves him.
THE KID
What is this? Are you trying to trick me? -- Where's the sports? -- Is this a kissing book?
GRANDFATHER
-- wait, just wait --
THE KID
-- well, when does it get good?
Hugs
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:42 am (UTC)And I forgot that you were the sole other sufferer of septic tank spam.
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Date: 2003-05-28 09:38 am (UTC)Kew sumbersault, btw.
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