Greg-also known as "G-man". Well he has no morals. I've only got to know him recently, but he makes me laugh so much. I've cured him of his "personal space issues" by getting people to hug him, while he winced. It was quite funny. He knows how to annoy me and I know how to annoy him. We laugh at people making fools of themselves, and then he laughs at me making a fool of my self cos he's nice like that. Our conversations are generally us annoying the hell out of each other, and then getting bored, and talking about the weather. Which is always fun. He is possibly the only guy that I can be with, without my friends accusing me of flirting with him. Which is so nice to have. He gets really embarrased at the smallest thing. He is always on at me about how i'm really unfit. I'm always telling him he fancies Jazz. And that he's gay. I know it doesn't make sense but hey ho. He always greets me with either "HERRO" or "Hows the Husband?" which is just lovely, No? However I forgive him cos he makes me laugh so much. But HE HAS NO MORALS. (in-joke).
David- Also known as "Husband". Ahahaha well, contrary to what you may be thinking, he's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend. Basically we had to do some wierd Biology debate at school, and in it, we were married. Hence the husband thing. He makes me laugh though, and we can argue about anything. He insults me every day, but i don't care. We talk about the rugby randomly, and argue about who is better out of Ireland and Wales. To which the obvious answer is Ireland, but he can't take it. He's not been a friend for very long, so thanks be to Ellen who introduced us. Sort of. I laugh at the people who think we're going out, because anyone who have seen us know this is blatantly not the case. He tells me i am fat every time he speaks to me, to which i generally reply, so is your face. He plays the guitar, which i find quite funny. Not really sure why. Just one of those things. He's in most of my classes this year, so we have some good times. Thank you.
More friends soon.
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