It's what dreams are made of, kid

I know I know! My next post was to be about me being all bitchy with the world! But unfortunately, I’m in too good a mood these days to be bitching about the wicked ways of the world! Perhaps on a day when someone pisses me off to my breaking point, I’ll do just that! I’m meeting The Sloth soon so the wait shouldn’t be that long!

Instead, I feel its time I pay tribute to my alma mater…my second home…The wonderful…the AMAZING…University of Birmingham! . That’s right, folks! My lovely university where I have nothing but great memories! Well, thats probably not entirely true but the good far outweighs the bad! Kind of like Angelina Jolie! Sure she may have two kids and screwing Brad Pitt…but I’m an understanding guy! I still love you Angelina!

Lets start off with just how cool my university looks. Known as a “redbrick” university, it is English to the bone. Traditional old buildings and beautifully green campuses not to mention the swarming hotties (excluding all the asian midgets that look like they were bred by elves with hair straightners). I remember on the first day I visited the University walking past that ugly statue you see in the picture below….Man, I couldn’t imagine walking past that thing everyday. Not a very good start, I thought! But hey, even the ugliest of things can turn out to be the most beautiful. And no, I didn’t nick that from a movie, jagoffs!

Moving onto my department. Ah, the long hours I gladly spent in there. I’d do it again given the chance except they’ve barred my black ass. My “Office of Love and Compassion” where many a floozy would hang out with me till the wee hours of the night during exam time. The braindead students I had to teach in the Maths Learning Centre, the long lectures which would make a guru shoot himself, the computer labs that stunk like Negro Amigo’s feet…memories!

Sure the work got boring and maybe a little stressful, the occasional friend turning out to be a jerk, the lunch room lady hitting on you (what I won’t do for a free Dairy Milk Chocolate)… it has all made me the pinnacle of sanehood that I can ever hope to achieve. The Don, Snow Globe, Calvin, Chris, Spice Rack, Singaporean Dame, Hot Mama and friends, Lady Pagan, Dental Nazi…..you truly made it rock! In addition to my “after university” days, Pretty Princess, Italian demi-god, and Raven…..wonderful gals!

It makes me wonder what would have happened if I accepted the offer by The University of Sheffield instead of Birmingham four years ago. This made me evaluate why I actually chose Birmingham. And then it hit me…it had a better listing in the phone book! What a way to decide your future, eh?