The test, as I just told Tateson, was terrible...im lucky if I get predicate. Will have to wait and see on that one. Now the last thing I want when I get home from a killer test, is a bunch of girls ready to rip the piss out of me. But thats exactly the welcome I got. Now normally I have a sense of humour and im pretty lenient about joking around and being made fun of - I actually enjoy it.

But Ive been up since 6 this morning, studying, been under considerable stress and now im nipping about my marks. The second I get in the door, they start giggling in unision, asking me whether I had a "night of passion with my engineer"
My parents stayed over saturday night and while my dad was watching the rugby he had a couple of Amstels. They found it in the bin and naturally assumed I had gotten myself into a drunken stupor while on my own in the flat. Secondly, they pasted a condom to my door. And after I plucked it off, they went on about "When have you last seen Marius? your engineer flame!"
I told them not months cos he was in Finland, and I don't see how this has got anything to do with anything. Then they playfully insisted that I use the aforementioned commodity on him, which i found quite offensive because I don't exactly pull anything with a pair of trousers off the street and bed them. In fact, I don't randomly sleep with people at all, so I don't know where that came from. Like I said,I would normally find all of this humourous, but im absolutely pooped. *sigh*