Ralph Lauren..... who?

Some family friends recently visited China and upon their return brought some gifts to show their appreciation of all the partying I did at their house while they were away for the 2 weeks. One such gift was a blue polo shirt. 'Wicked' I thought. 'It looks quite nice, impress the ladies. Off to uni I go wearing blue polo shirt, taking no notice of the Ralph Lauren tag I cut off in the morning. Afterall, who is Ralph Lauren and what does it matter, the shirt is from China so probably a fake. But then someone notices the little black logo of a man on a horse (of which I couldnt work out what the logo was supposed to be) and is impressed by the calibre of clothing i am wearing. "Its a fake" I reply to their comments of appraisal "from China". But then closer inspection reveals that the shirt has all the makings of a real one, fakes apparently have many things different to the real thing. "No its a fake" I assure them. Only to find out later that day it is infact a real Ralph Lauren shirt. 'No biggy' I ponder 'real or fake it doesn't bother me. Who is this Ralph guy anyway?'

Just a famous fashion designer who sells shirts with tiny logos for ridiculusly high prices thats who! Probably the most expensive peice of clothing I have ever worn. I don't think I will be wearing it all that often now- wouldn't want soemthing to happen to it.

I Am Currently Experiencing Technical Difficulties But Please Be Patient I Will Be Back

If you are reading this than I am back. I don't know what went wrong but some of you peasant blogger readers may have noticed a lack of green screen and instead found white. Its all good now.

If You Have To Get Up Before Sunrise, You Shouldnt Have To Go To Uni

The heading says it all.

I've Been Kanoodled!

Not long ago I was the victim of a serious kanoodling onslaught. Pokes in the abs of steel, hands down the shirt feeling the iron pecs, continuos appraisal of my stunning good looks. And it worked...it felt so good! Finally someone realising the enourmous speciality of me.

Off topic..I've now had a texting relationship (kind of, maybe, its what i call it). Heres how it went:

Anonymous: Yeah i agree girl its just so hard getting back out there after being with him for five years...Ive forgotten wat to do. Sweet dreams. Wendy
Me: Sorry I think ou may have the wrong number. Have a good night.
Wendy: Oops sorry :0)
Me: No worries its all good
Wendy: Thanks, i feel like an idiot! My girlfriends now laughing at me...See what men do to ya!!!
Me: We're not all bad. Anyway, who hasnt sent a message to the wrong number before?
(I wouldlike to say here that at the time I was studying for a uni quiz the next day and completey bored)
Wendy: Oops again...Yeah i know all men arnt the same but im yet to find one! Sorry again god now i really do feel like an idiot!
Me: No worries. Have a good one.
Wendy: Ok i wont say anything else now but goodnight whoever you are :0)
Me: Cheers. Sam
Wendy: Good name! Thats my sons name too
Me: Great name. Bet he's a fantastic kid
Wendy: He is so cute! Excellent kid couldn't ask for better. Just glad he is like me and not his dad unfortunately
Me: Good to hear. Just dont let him talk to strangers the night before a uni quiz
Wendy: Laugh out loud! What are you trying to study?
Me: Human development. The Early Years. Interesting but would be better if i actaully had a kid
Wendy: How old are you if you dont mind me asking?
Me: 20. Still got a few years before my first. And yourself?
Wendy: Yes there is no rush for you believe me take your time. Im 31 and its hard work with kids but fun. Ill let you get back to study. Good luck tomorrow with exam
Me: Cheers. I enjoyed the distraction
Wendy: No worries anytime. Isnt it strange... I msg wrong number and now talking to complete stranger. Yes i enjoyed it too thanks. Now go study! :0)

And then it was over. At least I got her number!


(And before I go, just a quick tip. If you are at uni early in the morning, say when the cleaners are cleaning, make sure there isnt an old cleaner lady hiding in a cubicle when you go to the toilet. It can provide an awkward situation for both when she walks out before you have had time to shake it, shake it, shake it. Shake it like a polaroid picture!)

Like A Wave On The Ocean We Danced

For the last 2 weeks I have been living on my own, house sitting for some friends (and what a house it is!). However, the experience hasn't made me want to move out of home any sooner. To say I lived there would be using the definition of lived very loosley. To begin with I was loving it - the independance, the peace, the serenity. But I soon found myself on frequent journeys home for dinner and other food runs. Life on your own can lead to hunger and a longing for, dare I say it, something healthy to eat.
Anyway, the new house meant a differnt bus route to uni. Interesting? Not really except for that bus not operating before 9 oclock in the morning, screwing me around big time. Back on the 105, a full bus and one crazy guy holding his hands over his ears, putting his head forward and rocking, looking up about every 10 seconds and muttering stuff (probably about aliens). I really thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown or pull out a gun and start shooting at everyone or aliens. I am hereby declaring right now the 105 bus route the greatest bus route in the history of all bus routes.
And to everyone who said I was "whinging", my sore shoulder (suffered doing a courageuos team act in football) ended up being damaged tendons with some slight bone irregularites. Its only taken 10 days for me to finally be able to move my arm. But whatever doesnt kill me only makes me stronger!