There’s a screenwriters’ meeting tonight, from 1900- 2200 hours, at University of Bristol. Even though I go to UWE Bristol (a different uni in Bristol, to which everyone seems to think that people who goes there are dumbasses… believe me, we ain’t. THERE ARE PEOPLE SMARTER THAN ME. I SWEAR TO THAT. o__O” This just goes to show what stereotypes beliefs us stupid humans have… – damn those stereotypes influencing our schemas to be crapcrapcrap-.), I’m still going to the meeting.
It’s a bristol uni society meeting, so whatever, I’m still going. – gate crasher. MUAAAHHH.-
Plus, there isn’t any film society or photography society (it wasn’t even set up/ people couldn’t be bothered about it. HUH.) at my uni, so I’m being a lovely traitor, and trying out for bristol uni’s ones. LOL. :’}
Sooooo, I’ll see what’s it like tonight..
If I can find the muddafugging student “bar 100” in Bristol uni campus… or even the campus itself!
*google map anyone? B|*
– zonie xxxx
P.S. Who has tried to -drag- a friend to some place you don’t know, so you won’t get lost alone…. (and avoid a #foreveralone moment).
I’ll be doing that tonight. ;D
PPS. HAPPY PANCAKES DAY!!! DD
PPPS, I’M HAVING A CUPPA WITH MY SEXAH HOLMES. *shut up, he’s not imaginary… he’s muddafugging R.E.A.L.*
And we’re discussing about the mystery wanted person, who apparently keeps using truckloads of my butter in the fridge… *coughs* *housemate* *coughs*
Potential suspect: FAl (Alex).