Dear University of Glamorgan, Piss Off

"XX replied to a thread on Facebook"


fuck off

Seriously, go away, I've had enough of it. I haven't had a seriously worthwhile e-mail in months, like University of Glamorgan that keeps emailing and sending letters like an obsessive stalker fan telling me to apply, and saying 'do not reply' but I did with the simple two words 'piss off' and they sent me a letter back saying 'thanks for your enquiry, there are plenty of ways of managing student finace, if you visit our website you can see our awards....' what's that all about? And people who take pictures of their crunched up bellies that momentarily resemble six-packs and set it as their msn picture, fuck off. And people who keep whining about their university applications and driving tests and individual investigations and essays, I really don't want to hear about it. And people who show off about knowing all of Hotel California on the electric guitar their mum bought them, not interested. And people who do nothing but stay at home criticising people's spelling and blogging about other people's annoying personal habits you can, well, never mind.

Anyway, I was looking in the Twister cupboard. (The door in my room that leads to a secret cavern like area where no one goes unless for Twister related party emergencies.) And found among many things, about a ton of LEGO, a Simon and Garfunkel CD, and an old book that published all poems written by kids in primary schools, back forever ago. Mine's in there and it's a one about a lion and it was immense except they made a grammar error that wasn't originally mine. But I don't know what I've done with the book now so I can't read it out to you which has totally ruined my fucking anectode and I don't know why I'm swearing quite so much it must me the media cause they're only responsible for every other fucking thing. Anyway that had something to do with poems which is what Xanthe blogged about to get you lazy louts writing again. The truth is I'm not a big fan of poems and in my childhood I mostly read Roal Dahl over limericks, later I read a bit of John Cooper Clarke and some T.S Elliot but nothing really interesting to put here. Blogs would really be better if people didn't force you to do one and it just came naturally I think.

'The meek shall inherit the earth which is just as well because if he didn't he wouldn't really mind.'

Right, Twister, Roal Dahl, Lego... where a I going with this? Oh, yes, nowhere. I never really am I guess. Do you think identity is fixed or chosen? I spend time reading and writing songs, I like playing sports but don't play in a team because people take that stuff too seriously. I would like to have a better hobby, I don't know what, surfing, diving, BMXing, parcoring, juggling, fire-eating, it could be anything really. I'm going skiing in Austria instead of having any expensive Christmas presents and I only really started skiing because my family did and although I enjoy it, it's a bit fake. I quit religion but I'm not sure if anyone's noticed, this was just a way to be different if anything. I don't know, I'm getting tied up about whether people are really genuine or not, do I know what I'm saying? Probably not. People steal things a lot nowadays because it's so easy and socially acceptable now. I try not to, maybe I'd try to justify it by saying it's something over 40 years old and older folks criticises us kids for not being aware of such things. When I download something it never seems to work anyway, even when it's all the best software or whatever and this just makes me feel cheap and dirty, I hate computers. I'm not downloading anything now and I'm free of viruses and nasty stuff and there's plenty of space but everything is still horribly slow. And a lot of the time the computer just does things I don't understand and I don't think they could be understand, I don't need to tell you about that. I think it's time I stop rambling.

Stay fierce.
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