Bungle

Yesterday was both a very good day, and a very bad day. Firstly (and goodly), I got my results for my degree, and OF COURSE I got a 2:1, which we all knew I was going to get because I am a genius, and that is what geniuseses get. So yeah. And I got 65 in my dissertation, which is ALSO good, because I didn't actually know what I was doing most the time. So that was nice and I liked it and it was good.

BUT THEN...

On my way to Beth's there were many many queues of traffic, in which I was stuck for a very long time. And as I went past the dump, I started to smell something peculiar which wasn't actually from the dump. As I smelled this odd smell, I looked out of my windscreen, and there was smoke billowing out from under the bonnet, and a funny light turned on, and then I thought oh shit, so then I just turned the car OFF. I then proceeded to jump out of the car, leaving it in the middle of the road for all the traffic to wriggle past. With the hazards on for safeness, obviously. And then I sat on the side of the road, next to the dump, next to my flashing, smoking car, and got beeped at by many passers by, as if I thought that it was a nice and good idea to abandon my car in the middle of a traffic jam. Poor little Leroy looked as though he was bleeding to death as his life water gushed out of him. NO LEROY, I cried. NO, DON'T LEAVE ME, YOU ARE MY ONE TRUE LOVE. And then he died slowly in my arms. I then called Beth, and made her sit with me, and have a minature picnic by the roadside, watching as large lorries swayed by my car, missing the wing mirror by inches. So we had to call the AA (yes, I obviously mean alcoholics anonymous) who came to pick up my car (drunk). Leroy was then stretchered home, whilst Beth and I sat in the cab of the car. So now, he lies in a coma on the side of the road, waiting for the car doctor to come and operate on his water pump. And sadly, I can't get it on the NHS, so he will be costing me lots of money. Bastard Leroy.

So yeah. That's about it. More school tomorrow. Why?