Wow, Friday came so fast. Yeh so, I put up a picture after finding my Digital Camera in a drawer. I think it successfully epitomises how my leg feels everytime somebody pushes past me on the train. Yeh I love the general public.
Week at Uni was interesting, one of my friends has really liked a girl on our course for a while now, slowly building up the courage to talk to her (so he claims). But to throw a spanner in his plans another guy on our course managed to catch up with the girl and tell her who was interested in her. Now, I don't know what you guys think but does this scream of something that a 10yr old would do or what. Oh well.
So now my friend is trying to talk to this girl via e-mail and ask her how she feels etc etc I think he sent her some deeply heartfelt e-mail. Great, so now she thinks you're unable to face her and tell her how you feel. Nice one.
Oh well, things don't always goto plan. Much like how I spent 3 hours today working on some computer programming coursework only to remember that I had to strictly stick to the specification of the client. Stupid simple programs annoy me, they just scream out to be jazzed up.
Planned Weekend = sleep, make appointment to see consultant about leg, maybe get my hair cut and go shopping.
Actual Weekend = sleep.
Week at Uni was interesting, one of my friends has really liked a girl on our course for a while now, slowly building up the courage to talk to her (so he claims). But to throw a spanner in his plans another guy on our course managed to catch up with the girl and tell her who was interested in her. Now, I don't know what you guys think but does this scream of something that a 10yr old would do or what. Oh well.
So now my friend is trying to talk to this girl via e-mail and ask her how she feels etc etc I think he sent her some deeply heartfelt e-mail. Great, so now she thinks you're unable to face her and tell her how you feel. Nice one.
Oh well, things don't always goto plan. Much like how I spent 3 hours today working on some computer programming coursework only to remember that I had to strictly stick to the specification of the client. Stupid simple programs annoy me, they just scream out to be jazzed up.
Planned Weekend = sleep, make appointment to see consultant about leg, maybe get my hair cut and go shopping.
Actual Weekend = sleep.