Some people go to church just to signify,
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife,
Brother let me tell you sure as you're born,
You better leave that woman alone ..
Gaddafi is dead. In response to my previous post in which I told you all to be pro-active and be doing something awesome when he was killed, I'll have to confess that mine wasn't that awesome myself. I was eating a pasty between two German grammar classes. No doubt it was a good pasty, but still not the tale I'd have hoped for.
I'm back in the library at the moment, evidently working hard. We have a 51 page document in German to read and make notes on for Monday, which doesn't exactly make me want to cheer but at least it's one less thing to do "in a group" as seems to be the current trend for 4th year German at the university of Leeds, even in the giant, unmissable face of overwhelming student unenthusiasm for the idea.
When I was walking into uni, I walked past two kind of punky girls. Well, punky for this day and age. Say, Avril Lavigne in the early days sort of punky. One of them was telling her friend something very demonstratively, with lots of hand gestures.
"And we were all like yo. What the fuck is up with Pancho?"
I really wish I knew the rest of that story.
