I was in Wetherspoons when I said to Cornelius over the phone, "So you aren't planning on surprising me and visiting this weekend?" The pause and the guilt dripping from his voice was enough that I knew that this was the second time I had thought Corny would surprise me by being romantic and didn't.
SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I WAS WRONG.
He was calling me on facebook messenger and talked about how the film he had just seen with his class was so interesting. How he had just left the pub. How he was going to knock on my window. *knock, knock* Totes adorbs. I know.
So of course I didn't get any work done this weekend when I really should have. But, hey, I had fun at the football match on Saturday! I didn't even mind the hamburger that tasted like the person grilling had mistook a toy food patty for a real one and slapped it on my bun.
But my favorite part was when some of my fellow oh-so-devoted-fans were yelling at the refs. Of course it was some not so nice words, and one of the older gentlemen shouted, "Language!" in a scolding tone that my Nana would be proud of. So of course, true to the English attitude, the younger man replied, "Sorry lads." And the moment passed.
I was also so tired this weekend that I fell asleep at the pub about 30 times in 31 second time spans. Cornelius likes seeing me suffer. I'm used to it.
I'm trying to get everything together before leaving the country on Friday, and I don't know if I'll have time to get everything done. I still have to talk to the bank and stuff, and I haven't packed up any of my stuff for the subleaser to stay here...Nope. Not gonna think about it. But at least I'll be back in the fall. Well, hopefully.
Something something, and this is an interesting blog post.
SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN I WAS WRONG.
He was calling me on facebook messenger and talked about how the film he had just seen with his class was so interesting. How he had just left the pub. How he was going to knock on my window. *knock, knock* Totes adorbs. I know.
So of course I didn't get any work done this weekend when I really should have. But, hey, I had fun at the football match on Saturday! I didn't even mind the hamburger that tasted like the person grilling had mistook a toy food patty for a real one and slapped it on my bun.
But my favorite part was when some of my fellow oh-so-devoted-fans were yelling at the refs. Of course it was some not so nice words, and one of the older gentlemen shouted, "Language!" in a scolding tone that my Nana would be proud of. So of course, true to the English attitude, the younger man replied, "Sorry lads." And the moment passed.
I was also so tired this weekend that I fell asleep at the pub about 30 times in 31 second time spans. Cornelius likes seeing me suffer. I'm used to it.
I'm trying to get everything together before leaving the country on Friday, and I don't know if I'll have time to get everything done. I still have to talk to the bank and stuff, and I haven't packed up any of my stuff for the subleaser to stay here...Nope. Not gonna think about it. But at least I'll be back in the fall. Well, hopefully.
Something something, and this is an interesting blog post.