Printing madness.

Today after my lecture i went to do some work, chose an essay question and such like. I made a load of notes and needed to print them out, Hence this happened:

'Shaun have you seen my printing card?'
'Erm no'
'I can't find the damn thing'

Ten minutes goes by

'Shaun... lend me your card'
'Ook, here you go'
'Shaun, since when have you been called Katie?'
'Since last thursday'
'Is that when you stole my printing card'
'Um, yes, you lent it me'
'Did i?'
'Yes'
'Give it back to me'
'No'
*wrestling happens'
'AHA! IT'S MINE! screw you shaun'
*book to katie's head*
*i leg it with my card and bag*

Later on i get a text from shaun saying: 'You owe me a printing card, bitch :p'

That's enough of that.

Anyway, i was eating my sandwhich on the bench and the paper from my sandwhich blew away, and i chased it but gave up and sat down and this man came over to me and said 'you're old enough to know better' And it put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Then i went to meet my new councellor, she's nice.

Gonna go.

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