And speaking of Coronation Street, wasn�t it brilliant during the week. You wouldn�t see a double murder in Glenroe. Hence, Glenroe is now consigned to the archive in the big black hole that�s known as RT�. So how about that murder? Tricky Dicky is some man. He needs a few quid, so he tries to kill an old bird. And being a snaky cunt, he frames it all on a little wannabe thug. Once everything�s in place, he slips from the pub, changes into the young lads clothes, gets up behind the old biddie, bursts her head open with a pinch bar (not a crowbar), and then tries to get away. Only the local ditsy, fine hairdresser, foils his plan. And in her usual crap acting, she says, �What are you doing?� Wasn�t it fuckin obvious? He was standing over an auld one whose head was split open. So, thankfully, he killed a bad actress. Her only good point is, or was, she�s foxy. But now she�s dead. Only poor tricky�s plan is fucked because the old bird ain�t dead. He gets no money. So me thinks he�ll have to have another go. It should be good for a few weeks. I wonder how long it'll be before the local residents forget about the murder's, and go back to talking about the cobble's on the street. One more thing about Corrie, why does Sarah Lou keep wearing a rainbow coloured hat? I think she�s the finest bird in it, so she should be naked most of the time. But for now, I�ll settle for her getting rid of the hat. Maybe she has a bald spot?
The last week was also a tough few days in college. I spent way to many hours in that place for my liking. And its only January. What will it be like in a few weeks time? The workload they give us is stupid. I�m a student. I should be out getting wasted, not sitting on my arse looking into a computer. The sooner this project is over the better. On Wednesday though, I finished up early because I was going out to UL to play footy. I was looking forward to it. I�d get to release some tension (I hadn't fired off for a few days). We were a few men short, so young JP was drafted in to make up the numbers. �Be at our house at 7 John� says us. And JP was supposed to get a bus over. But at 6:50pm there was no sign of John. I gave him a buzz and he was still waiting for the bus. So he decided to run to our place. Its about a mile and a half to our gaff. 15 minutes later, JP arrived. He fell in through the door in bits. And since we were late, poor JP hadn�t time to sit down. Within minutes, we were tearing around UL after a ball. It wasn�t JP�s day as he was kneeling in pain shortly after starting the match. Castrated he was. It was funny, but sore. But JP�s night of agony wasn�t over yet. When we got home, he had to cycle back to his place. How he stayed going is beyond me. He must be a fit bastard!
I got a CD writer the other day aswell. Its one of these ones that�s built in. I took the old Dell apart yesterday and I fitted the new bit in. Inside the computer is fair cool. When I got it all back together, it wouldn�t work though. Both CD drives thought that they were the master. A phone call to my sisters boyfriend sorted that all out, and soon it was all working sweet. The software is a bit complicated. For anyone that knows, its called Nero Burning ROM. I suppose it�ll take time for me to get used to it. I only made the one cd so far. I�m happy with that. Its full of songs that I downloaded, and a couple of numbers from Queen. I have to get more software so that I can copy games and things. Ivan is sorting that for me.
That�s about all the scandal from the last week. I�ve an OOP practical to do now and I�ve to hand it up tomorrow. That will take care of the rest of today for me.
So have a good one, and remember, sleep is for the weak.