Pointless and The Slouch

In a horrendous turn of events I'm going to end up spending a whole lot more time around Pointless and The Slouch than I had ever ever ever imagined.

Now mostly I manage to avoid the people I don't like. Say if we share lectures I can just avoid eye contact when they're looking for existence-validation; I can have my headphones on if they try to have a voice; I make sure to wear my glasses (and my runners) so I have fair warning and a good head start if they try to approach. In cases like that I can generally claim anonymity amongst the numerous faces of the arts block. Sometimes though, encounters are unavoidable. Like, every Wednesday (today being no exception) I'm forced to spend an hour in a windowless (I'm not being flowery, the room actually has no windows) philosophy tutorial directly facing Barnicle and Greasy McWilde. Woe is me, as you can imagine, but I generally live through it. That particular nightmare has actually been alleviated slightly as I now have someone to share my psychotic murderous impulses with who won't actually think I'm deranged: Shawty actually turned up to something for once.

ANYWAY, my point was that some instances are inevitable. Such it happened that both Pointless AND The Slouch are now at least going to feature weekly in my schedule. If not more. Please God don't let it be more. I will choke on my own vomit.

Wow I'm feeling bitchy today. Who knew I had it in me.