So I just saw a man drinking a can whilst peeing at a urinal. This has to be counter productive.
I know it’s not my problem. I just wish I could have informed him that he may as well have waited until he finished his can before emptying his bladder. # BaldManProblems
There’s a stillness in the air as I go to the bathroom to have my first wee of the day. As I stand there emptying my bladder I start giggling to myself because of joke that has just popped into my head. I’m still laughing when I return to sitting room. I feel like Sarah should know about it.
Me: “Hey, Sarah!”
She doesn’t hear me because she’s engrossed in a TV show that has teenagers being portrayed by actors who are well into their twenties.
Sarah: “What is it?”
Me: “Wanna hear a joke?”
Sarah: “Eh, OK.”
Me: “What is Simon and Garfunkel’s favourite things to buy in the shop?”
Sarah: “I don’t know.”
Me: Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme!”
Sarah: “I don’t get it.”
Me: “Come on!”
This isn’t the first time that the punchline has gone over her head. # BaldManProblems
I was sitting down in the library and needed to check my timetable that I kept in my pocket. Now, rather than standing up to take it out I just sat there with my left hand deep in my pocket making aggravated groans as I rummaged around and tried to reach it. To the people around me I must have looked like I was trying educate my trouser snake in the library but I was really just searching for my timetable.
I think next time I’ll have to stand up to avoid suspicion. And I thought college was all about accepting the differences of others. # BaldManProblems.
I can’t prove it yet but I’m convinced one of my lecturer’s is a Sith Lord. Yesterday, in front of a gathering of students in one of the theatres he said, and I quote: “You’ll grow to hate me but that’s OK because hate makes me stronger.”
Looks like getting a degree has become more treacherous than I had previously imagined. # BaldManProblems
While waiting for my bus there was a protest going on. There was about ten people, that’s a pretty good turn out as far as Irish protests go. They were outside a solicitors office saying that they were victims of the Irish legal system. My bus arrived and I went to sit upstairs. As I went to take my seat there was two young lads with their mouths pressed up to the little windows.
Lad 1: “Ya bunch of cunts!”
Lad 1 sits back down and turns to his mate–“What’s the Irish legal system anyway?”
Lad 2: “I haven’t a clue. I think it’s something to do with bills and stuff.”
Lad 1: “Sounds shite!”
Just went I thought it was safe to use public transport again. # BaldManProblems
Andy is playing Battlefield 4 while I comb my beard, I’m just out of the shower and I thoroughly enjoy running a comb through my facial hair when it’s all soft and scented.
Me: “So does Battlefield take wind speed and all that lark in to account when you’re fighting?”
Andy: “Yes, there’s a lot more to it than pointing the gun and just firing.”
Me: “So Call of Duty is more shooty-shooty-bang-bang and Battlefield is more tactical?”
Andy: “That’s right. It always feels like an accomplishment when you kill someone in this one.”
I’m suddenly worried about who I’m living with now. I want to have the Fantasy/Viking Andy back who took great joy in conversing about dragons, fairies, and Celine Dion. My heart won’t go on if he keeps up his blood lusting ways. # BaldManProblems
I came into the locker room this morning to find one of the lads putting on a tong. I should have called in sick today. # BaldManProblems.