Mog and Chips

I’m ill.

How the hell do you get a cold in summer?! In a heat wave?!

My throat is trying to butcher me for the third day running, I’ve had a dodgy voice all day, likely to get worse at my first day of work and just before I have to ring around for appointments of looking at accomadation.

Aaah, accomadation. I’m mad at “you live too close, no place” but it makes perfect sense - they have a limited number of places in the student village (which is stupid of them) and it’s easier people closer to visit and look around than someone in scotland, OR, someone close enough can commute.

It’s lovely that my parents are raising hell about it, but the fact is, it’s routine, for all universities. All I’m hearing is “Your uni is shite, your uni is unorganised, etc etc, your sister never had this problem” …My sister didn’t have that problem because she went to Wales. The places that’s 6 hours drive from where we live, it would be unreasonable to expect the same then, than a 1 and a half hour drive (which would be possible to commute, if I could drive. Which I can’t. So 3 hour train each way) If they used any other kind of system (eg, based on ability in interview) I probably still wouldn’t be first choice - just because your darling daughter did well in school, in this little village, doesn’t mean she didn’t only just scrape through the interview process. (”Wouldn’t you rather do illustration?”, I mean come on! )

Well now my voice is completely gone, and for some reason my throat’s getting worse at night. I’ve done so much damn talking today with the doctors and the explaining that I have work and explaining about accomadation and so on. And no I can’t bloody go to the goddamn pub.

I don’t care that you’re bored. I need an early night (which I’m not getting, with this accomadation/family clash anyway), I can’t afford to drink anything but tapwater, which is without fail served in a filthy glass because the pub isn’t profitting from it, not to mention over the last week I’ve been scrimping and saving my money and the most costly thing has been bus fare entertaining your goddamn boredom. It’s fine for me to pay 40p there and back, it’s not fine to either abandon my bf at home, or pay £3 twice a week or more to go tapwatering. I enjoy your company, don’t get me wrong, but why the pub? Why the goddamn pub? I can walk to your house easily and have some tap water (albeit chalky) in a clean glass, not pay the annoying bus fares and get some exercise at the same time. Hell, I’ll bring my own water and my own glass to save you the hassle, or we can go somewhere else in walking distance other than the 2 hour walk town centre.

In fairness, I now have some money, given my mam was very kind and gave me money for shoes and let me keep the left overs. But I’ll be damned if I’m spending that on drink, or a pointless journey that could easily be saved, rather than something useful (like the deposit for my accomadation)

Also I have PMS. Which sucks, because I’m getting mad at the sound of people’s voices. “Will you STOP TALKING OR I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!” is slightly unreasonable, I feel. And at the same time… must… rip… heads… O_O

And the parents have come home. So I can’t swear either.

*Twitches*

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