Fire alarms

I whole-heartedly believe that fire alarms are conspiring against me. I know they'd have you think that they're inanimate objects but I swear every time I'm in danger of having something go well off they go, like they know.

Take, for example, my French speaking test. All going well, no phrases I needed forgotten, all the French swearwords I know well and truly pushed to the back of my mind. All was going well, then, when I had about one minute left to speak for, *WEEEY OOO WEEEY OOO WEEEY OOO WEEEY OO*. Which you just can't make 'work' when talking about you home town. And this sadly meant that, rather than doing the obvious thing (which would be to send to tape in to be graded regardless then insist that there was no noise and it must have been a ghost or zombie or something), I had to re-do the whole thing. Which is always fun and in no way offputting or distracting.



Then one day I was waiting for important news, after much deliberation here came the outcome; 'okay, we've been talking about it and *WEEEY OOO WEEEY OOO WEEEY OOO* WE'LL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS LATER!' Oh good. I swear, that noise is the exact same noise satan makes when he climaxes.

Then just the other day a good looking guy kept looking over at me. Before he got any kind of chance to talk/smile/run away*, never one to let me down, off they went and we all got crammed into a crowd of zombie like people who really need to pray they're never caught in a real fire as they'd stand no chance at escaping, frankly.



*To be fair this was the most likely outcome but, hey, a girl can dream.