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Thursday 4.9.04 | SORRY for silence, been on planet flathunt. Am back, am back people, get out the trumpets and guitars. Was completely weird to be here at first and couldn't quite comprehend it all - everyone was speaking English and it was all...London. Notable events of the last few days have involved missing my flight on Monday night (clever Mark displaying sheer bintiness once again) and finally arriving in Harrow at 1am, dancing around to the Spice Girls in a big jumper with Charlie (make that two big jumpers - the one jumper isn't that colossal) and finding a flat today in Kentish Town and putting down a deposit on it. Is a shithole from the outside but in it's really rather lovely, so am very pleased. Essay panic-time now. Friday 6.9.03 STILL no news of the flat, dammit. Well, to keep us all amused while we wait with baited breath: two insights on the mysteries of life, sent to me by Jane today. 1. There's no panic like the panic you momentarily feel when you've got your hand or head stuck in something. 2. One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger. How true. Saturday 7.9.03 RIGHT. So am filling in this wank-questionnaire thing which is compulsory if I want to be re-registered for this year at uni. Is about my year abroad, and, fair enough, is designed to help younger students prepare for theirs. But why the fuck I have to answer things like where local sodding supermarkets is where it beings to beat me - any student who needs to be told how and where to identify a supermarket in France is, in my opinion, not ready to be living abroad. AAAAAAGH makes me CROSS. Tuesday no idea what date though IT will perhaps come as no surprise that my life is in chaos. We found a flat on Thursday and signed for it, and admittedly it was in shithole Kentish Town BUT it was a nice flat INSIDE the front door. It fell through last night, much to our dissapointment and fury, so we're now desperately looking for another before we become homeless in a few weeks' time. Add to this that I am about to go and meet my German tutor to get my attempt at a dissertation shredded and it all amounts to me not having the most wonderful day of my life.... | |||||||||
