Sometimes Jesus gives you things to write about.
My lecturer didn't turn up today, so after waiting half an hour with the rest of my class, I left as I had more important things to do(browse the internet, unicycle around like a self-important jackass). I have a feeling that a guy I saw in the building as I was leaving was the Professor turning up late and befuddled. Well, I waited 15 minutes more than I should have. I don't like my time being wasted. It was perfectly right for me to leave early, first lesson or no.
So after riding round like a jackass(as mentioned) I hopped(paid for) a train to Wareham. I had to sign 'n' send a letter to the Student Loan People to get my money(which should arrive in a few days! Hooray!) and I thought I'd do my laundry whilst I was there. And I stole some food from me Mam(it's not really stealing, she totally said I could have it.)
On the trip back I got into a carriage filled with city worker guys on their way to Bournemouth. They were loud, and kind of obnoxious, but they're rich and I'm not, so I kept my stupid serf mouth shut. Besides, I had my iPod.
I heard fragments of their conversation; something about a conference, not being able to take your own drinks... Next thing I know, they're all bustling past me to get off at Bournemouth and one of them says "Hey kid, do you want some beer?" and drops a Carlsberg box onto the seat beside me. I didn't even have time to react before they were all gone.
I looked around and peeked inside - 9 cans. Full. For free. How odd.
For anyone else, this would be a fantastic occurrence. But I don't drink alcohol. So what the hell do I do? I couldn't just leave them there. So there's now 9 cans of lager in my wardrobe that I'm never going to drink, but that I'm too stingy to give away.
I have toyed with leaving them in the communal kitchen here in halls, but I feel like one dude would just take them all, and that's not fair.
What to do?