Day ?? - That Time I Regretted Not Starving
Hello, dear readers.
I know that my absence in writing must have caused more than a few broken hearts but fear not! For I have returned with a vengeance.
The Tale of The Disconnection
Twas a cold Thursday eve
And the winter drew in
There was nought to do
But to sit and to sin.
A young girl was sat,
Her head in her hands,
For the internet was down
Along with her plans.
For she hoped she could watch
(As she was wont to do)
Some TV shows of hers
(There were more than a few).
But alas come the night
When the stars shone so gay
Her connection was gone
It had fluttered away.
Onward she battled
Through sever and gateway
But she turned to the vodka
So miserable was her day.
Then she partied all night
Danced till her feet turned blue
As she prayed that tomorrow
Her connection would be renewed.
All through Friday she suffered
Without book (face or lame),
Till she called the IT man
Such was her pain.
She knocked on his dwelling,
Filled with such dread,
For she had heard if you woke him,
He ripped off your head.
He opened the door,
She stifled a cry.
"What do you want?"
He roared with fee and with fi.
Calmly she told him
Her woes and her needs
He slammed the door in her face
And went about his dark, IT deeds.
A few minutes later,
And a few minutes more,
A muffled apology
Could be heard through the door.
"There's nought to be done."
He shrugged and he waved.
"Your internet's gone.
It cannot be saved."
Beaten, defeated,
The girl returned home
Where the only thing to do
Was to whine and to moan.
"Unhelpful wretch!
What on earth shall I do?
I have a project on Monday
And I'll miss Smallville too."
The weekend came
And the weekend went
She was ready to demand
A reduction of her rent.
In her hours of seclusion,
Cut off from the world
She managed to get through
An entire series of Gossip Girl.
But Monday came
And the IT man did too
"Turns out it's just your IPv6
It'll be as good as new."
The girl rejoiced
Her luck was finally in,
But her stomach lurched
When she saw IT man grin.
"Yep, reconnected
In a day or three.
That's what you get
For awakening me."
He left with a chuckle,
The girl still without power
So she sat down and counted
Every minute, every hour.
Lucky for her
(And her sanity too)
She was reconnected Tuesday
And she had much to do.
There were programs to watch
And emails to write
And secrets to keep
Of the events of Sunday night.
For nobody knew
That the girl was a whizz
That she hacked someone's wireless
What a cheeky young miss.
But regardless of this,
Her internet was back
So she wasted her time
Writing poetry and other cack.
=D
Yeah. Take that.
Also, I had my Anthropology presentation on Monday which could have gone worse. I think it was okay so I'm feeling quite good about that. It's weird to think though that I've had 6 weeks of lectures and I've already finished 2 of my modules for the year. Very bizarre. I'm a little worried about exams next week just because I feel like I haven't really learnt anything. And not because I haven't been working but just because it's been such a short time.
Anyway, onto other news.
Today I ran out of food. (Well, technically it was yesterday evening). So I knew I had to go food shopping. But the weather was horrible so I knew I had to do it on the way home because I wouldn't leave my house again if I got into the warm.
I picked up a few things in town and then went onto Albert Heijn and Lidl to get my food.
As I'm cycling home the wind picks up and it's been drizzling on and off all day so it started doing that again. Then, all of a sudden, there is a heavy hail storm. And I'm stuck in the middle of it with shopping bags, a wooly hat and skinny jeans.
Oh, that was a fun ride home.
Turns out the best buy of the day was not food (which I would have starved without) it was the preemptive waterproof mascara.
Bargain.
&&Fin.
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