December 2010
2010
To be filed under: worst year of my life.
Dannescourt Holiday
(To be sung to the tune of “Deadbeat Holiday” by Green Day. The original can be found on their album Warning).
Wake up, the college is on fire and Michelle’s caught in the dryer Chris McCarthy is a liar and it’s almost time to go Icon: A person you admire The Dannescourtians are heros Your faith is stoopid So why not give it up now? Last chance to join us now today...
Oh hey look, it's you!
Yeah, that’s right. It’s an analogy with pictures. It says fucking STITCH UP. And it’s what you are. Sort. It. Out.
Spotify ads...
A lot of people know of my absolute rage at many of the Spotify adds, from the McDonalds “Chrsitmas Playlist” which won’t let you add The Pogues (because apparently it doesn’t capture the Christmas feel), to the stupid woman starting off an advert with, “You’re shopping online…” (No I’m fucking not! I’m trying to listen to my fucking...
Metaphors, with food.
My brain feels like its filled with this:
My room smells like this:
My stomach feels like it’s doing this:
All in all: it sounds a bloody good meal.
Day Fifteen: What would you wish for if you only...
I’ve really struggled with this one for several days. What would I wish for? Would it be to finish uni with a really high grade? A fulfilling job that I love? The man of my dreams? Money? The old classic, infinate wishes?
And I sat and I thought and I realised, I wouldn’t wish for any of that. Because it’s selfish.
So what would I wish for, with that in mind? Nothing for...
