Sheff in a field

I got the privalidge to go on a trip to Sheffield uni's library today, the joy. I ended up on the train segregating my history class by what bank card they had, if they were terribly unlucky enough not to have a visa debit, they got ridiculed. Once at Sheffield i lost my class and began the voyage to the halls of residence to see people, only to be halted in my tracks by a group of waving 6th formers and teachers. They dragged me along.
Me and Alex, when our minds are put together is an annoying thing to everyone else, but a marvellous occasion for us. We make no sense only to ourselves, but end up ripping everyone in a mile vercinity. The librarian who took us for the tour, yes a tour of a library and it's amazing books. She seriously lacked social skills as she bored me from the second she pointed at a 'rare' hard back book and began explaining it. The library was full of never ending rows of book shelfs and your easily disorientated. NIGHTMARE.
This teacher apparently took a fondness to me according to everyone else, by reserving me seats and always looking at me, even when i had a mouth full of flapjack. I broke every rule in the library unknowingly, i had headphones, fizzy pop, food, a camera and my phone on my table. I felt like a rebel without a cause, but only i probably thought that. The food was quite dire and cheap, it gave issy a stroke. I ended the day by not saying bye to the class as i leaped on the Leeds train home. It was a different kind of day.
I know what O2 are bringing out in March, but it's a secret apprently.