Strange Dreams

I'd just like to say that this will probably end up being a short post, I've been studying recently so I haven't had much time to go out and commit shenanigans. However I finally received replies to the emails I sent out about job placements, which is a good thing I suppose. 

Alright, for the past few days I've been having this recurring dream and I'm not sure what to make of it. 

>It is night-time

>I'm running on a dirt path this is going through some type of forest

>My clothes are all torn and I have cuts/ bruises all over my body

>I come to a random cliff in the forest

>Look back

>Motherfucking slenderman 

>He stands there and gives out a eerie laugh

>Pants are being shit

>There is a rustling behind a bush

>Friend jumps out with a blue lightsaber

>Attacks slenderman

>I stand up and whip you a green lightsaber

>Slenderman laughs and turns into Gordon Brown

>Claims that he is far too powerful 

>Zaps my friend and he dies

>Turns to me and and epic lightsaber duel commences

>I slip and fall of the cliff 

>Wake up.

That's it. I've been having it for the past few nights and every time small developments are being made, at first it was just me running through to forest and then turning to reveal slenderman, then my friend was added on...

A man and his Mars bar.

Alright, while nothing remotely interesting has really happened over the past day and a bit apart from the fact that I had a few exams, however they're not the reason that I'm posting this.


So, this is a story about one special man and his need for Mars bars. 


So, considering that I'm a northeastfag I tend to go to Newcastle city center quiet a bit and while nothing remotely interesting happens there on a daily basis, there is one weird thing that happened to me and a few friends while I was pissing about. 


>Walking around near the metro
>Heading over to HMV
>Some guy walks up to us
>Asks us to give him 40p for a Mars bar
>wat
>Says he's diabetic.
>Looks like he's high
>mfw  

Being the awkward cunts that we are, my friends and I decided to just walk away and go "Sorry. we've got no money" and then hoping he doesn't see us buy some shit in HMV, now that would just be awkward. Well, although that's not very interesting on it's own,  the next thing that happened made me lose my shit.

>About 2-3 months later

>Walking into HMV again

>SAME FUCKING GUY

>Asks for a Mars Bar

>Says he's diabetic

>Looks high again

>I burst out laughing

>Friends are trying to hide laughter

>Guy stands there

>No Mars bar for him

>Tell him he tried this stunt 2 month ago

>His face

I don't know, there isn't a picture to describe how awkward and also hilarious his facial expression was, he just turned away and waddled off into the crowd as we held back the tears. Alas, I've never encountered him since and I have a feeling I wont see him in a long time, farewell Mars Bar man. 

Now, I know it wasn't funny in a sort of side sidesplitting way or  anything of a sort but I've just got back from an exam and I'm pretty tired. I'll find a way to entertain you random people of the net, an impossible goal but one I hope to achieve. 

Day Zero.

I hate Sunday. No, I really despise/loathe/dislike (you get the idea...) Sunday.

Whether is be the fact that my social life suddenly grinds to a halt, I'm forced to eat this thing they call food*, it almost always rains on this one day of the week and most importantly, I have an entire week of school to look forward to, oh joy.

Well, most of my life pretty much feels like a Sunday, expect for the rare occasion in which *gasp* something interesting occurs; the majority of my life has been me endlessly trudging through a week of school followed by an uneventful weekend. I plan to change that.

AND SO THIS BLOG HAS BEEN CREATED.

Well, that sounded a lot better in my head that it probably will in yours. I had a burly man with a gruff voice and a nice curly mustache saying it, honest.

Now, down to the gritty details.

a) I'll be using this blog to tell any interesting stories that I have or to inform you of  any unusual shenanigans that break the monotony of the average day.

b) Hopefully it will allow me to get some thing off my chest.

c) If I actually end up doing anything meaningful I can look back on this post and say "fuck yeah" to myself.

Unfortunately, that's all I have to say for today, I know I'm insanely interesting but I swear that I'll update this as soon as possible.

Goodbye, Tally ho, Farvel, Au revoir, Tschüss, Ciao, さようなら.... aaaaand that's all I can name off the top of my head. 

* For those of you who are not British or just don't have a clue on what I'm rambling about, I'm talking about Sunday dinner or Sunday roast. I HATE it.