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11th June 2007
Well it's nearly time to go- after approx 200 days after moving into Hurn House and lugging all my stuff into the then-alien beer-smelling lift, its time to move out again and lug all my stuff out again in the same beer-drunk-student ravaged lift (it was the summer ball last night). And good riddance. Of late, the place has turned into a warzone between us and another 'clique' which we've wittingly named...the twats
Its primary members consist of a bunch of rag-tag failures from the University of Stereotypes. One is a misogynastic 'Shaggy' lookalike, whose girlfriend does all the cooking for him- every meal every day; if you ask him who does the cooking, he'll reply with "it wasn't me"
Another member of the twats is the one who looks Snoop Dog without the hair. He stomps around the floor like he owns the place and everyone should be kissing his hat. We told him to, quote "Fuck Off" unquote
The last member we dont need to describe- if you listen closely in the wind, you'll hear her. She (loudly) sings out of-tune songs like a cat that needs euthanased. She hates spending money, so she washes her clothes in the shower at 3am- she also likes everyone to know about this thrifty attitude by banging every door from the bathroom door to her door. At 3am remember
This bloody war was started when they assasinated the Archduke Franz Ferdinand came into the living room (with Big TV) and told Me and Angela to get out so they could watch the Cup Final. We argued for 20 minutes, thereby ruining their chances of seeing the whole of the second half, and admittedly preventing us from watching a crucial bit in Grand Designs (they were putting in the stairs- I mean without them they couldn't do upstairs).
To further the blow to them, we then reported them to the warden of the building where he shouted at them for 20 minutes, and kicked the shaggy-a-like's girlfriend out for living here illegally. Ha shitty ha-ha.
Well it made us laugh at least