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// Entry 2: Tuesday, 26th of October 
// Story: The Diaries of Cyber Pulse 
// by Deuterium 
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Two very irritating things happened to me today. First of all, I had a problem at work, namely a repeatedly problematic student of mine named Tungsten. He is the worst-behaved pony I have ever seen. I mean, his behaviour is even worse than Cornflake's freeloading habits. Every single lecture he's in, he's messing about, not making notes, and then he claims that he hasn't been taught topics I've gone over thousands of times, et cetera, et cetera, day in, day out. And worse, I have had to deal with him every single fucking day, and will have to for the whole rest of this year!! I have no idea why he even went to college, let alone took such an applied subject as Equine Biology, if all he's going to do is be such a bloody pain in the arse. All during today's first lecture I was hoping that my break would begin soon. During my breaks I normally make conversation with the other teachers, and while we're talking Tungsten's outrageous behavior is always a major conversation point. 

Anyway, halfway through today's lecture Tungsten was blatantly not doing any work, or paying attention at all for that matter, so I told him to start taking notes like he should have started doing 30 minutes before. He then answered me back, rather rudely, to which I voiced my displeasure and told him, again, to start taking notes, to which he responded with a snide remark regarding my mother. Eventually it escalated into a full-scale argument, ending with me dragging him out of the room by the tail and telling him to come back when he's in a better mind for learning, and to stop being such a bloody twat. Well, not exactly that wording, but whatever I did say was met by a round of applause from the other students, who hate Tungsten almost as much as I do.

The second irritating thing was when I got home I found Cornflake, slightly tipsy, watching his porn in the LIVING ROOM. Normally he does it in his bedroom, so this kind of behaviour was actually highly irregular, even for him. Even so I went through the standard procedure: Take the disk out, throw it out of the window (onto a huge pile of other disks) and berate Cornflake for being such an insufferable pervert. I'm glad I caught him while he was still vaguely sober, any more drinks after that and he tends to be difficult to deal with. I'm not sure if he… did anything on the sofa, but I decided to pressure-wash it anyway (you can never tell what Cornflake may have been up to, and in any case it was starting to smell a bit). Anyway, after I'd attacked the sofa with the garden hose for 45 minutes straight I decided, for some odd reason which I don't recall, to let it dry in the open air. This, I found, was an incredibly slow process, so whilst that happened Cornflake and I (after I'd ensured that Cornflake was sober and made him have a long, piping-hot bath to make sure he was sterile) ended up in my bedroom watching a pile of movies I randomly grabbed to pass the time. That seems to happen quite often when we're bored, though normally we do it in the living room, but we were in my bedroom on this occasion owing to the fact that the sofa was outside, and wet, at the time. We never really get bored of watching movies, since I used to be a bit of a movie buff my movie collection is pretty large (it takes up the entirety of a rather large cupboard, at least), and quite variable too, I'm sure I even have a few old tape reels in there somewhere. Today the random pile of movies I'd grabbed from my cupboard contained a few classic horror movies including a lesser-known silent movie called Nosferatu that I'd converted to VHS a few years back. 

There were more problems, however, when the doorbell rang and Cornflake went to answer it, to find a door-to-door salespony standing there. However, Cornflake, being Cornflake, somehow mistook him for a lawyer. Now, I should explain at this point that Cornflake has an irrational fear of lawyers which dates back to long before he met me and for some odd reason he has never fully explained it (to me, at least). All that I know is that it involved mayonnaise and a toupée. Anyway, the salespony seemed a trifle confused when Cornflake yelped at the sight of him and ran into the kitchen, whacking his nose on the door-frame as he entered. It was only then that he realized, much to his immense embarrassment, that the pony standing at the door was NOT a lawyer and had in fact come to try and sell me double glazing (which, as a matter of fact, the house already has). After getting a tissue for Cornflake's bleeding nose, I shooed the very puzzled salespony out of my house and hurriedly shut the door, at which point Cornflake remarked how my attempts at getting rid of salesponies usually took longer. I jokingly suggested that I should just put up a sign on the door saying "Salesponies, fuck off", and Cornflake found this to be hilarious. I must say it was pretty funny too. After this ordeal, we returned to my room and resumed our movie-watching.

Eventually, Cornflake fell asleep during one particularly long movie, so after checking that his nosebleed had gone, I dragged him by the tail to his bedroom, spitting out some of his stray hairs, and washing my mouth out afterwards (You should probably know enough about Cornflake to know why by now). It was only when I got back to my own bedroom that I realised that it was almost 10:00 at night. And believe me, when you’re a Biology teacher who has to know exactly what he’s doing every day, that’s quite late. So, I removed the tape from my ageing VHS player, and decided to get some sleep. However, I realised after about 30 minutes of lying awake that that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, at which point I remembered that I had forgotten to write this diary entry, so I decided I'd do that. Enough said. Well, in any case, I’m ending this entry because after about an hour of writing I’m only just starting to feel tired. Better late than never, I suppose.