I don’t even like steak, but I just had a craving for something I could attack. Rice just doesn’t cut it. Tearing rice apart is largely unsatisfying.
Accomodation. Hoo boy. That’s gonna be annoying.
Arranging for people to meet up is admirable, it really is. But 5 is an unrealistic number. Especially with this new “if you have more than 4 people you need to make insane changes to the household”, to which landlords are saying “fuck that, we’ll just have room for 4.”
Then considering that the 2nd and 3rd years had the registers in April when we only got them in July, it’s not exactly a fair playing field. If I find they have any 2nd/3rd years in the campus halls without a good reason I will not be happy.
Not to mention all the places within walking distance are £80 and upwards. I can’t afford that. The place we looked at today was about half and hours walking, but crossing a fucking motorway with no footbridge or crossing at all… mental.
Plus it was £300 a month unfurnished and dampness and bad carpets and such… no good.
And no night bus. I thought this place was bad for shutting off at 11 but no.
It’s also an all girls group. Which is odd, because I would have thought I’d be most comfortable in that. But I’m not a girly girl. I like my heavy music, my computer games (singstar and dancemat don’t count O.O), my crude jokes and my digs against the gullible masses that pay £7 for a bloody mascara. I can’t hack being in a house with people that spend 3 hours getting ready to go on a night out to probably get rat-arsed and come back looking… not good… anyway.
No offence to these ladies, but they all come across as that. They’re friendly and they’re all really lovely (though you wouldn’t show your bitchy side to prospective housemates do you? =P) but it just doesn’t fit. I need either some other tomboyish girls, or some lads (that will take a girl being one of the lads as a girl just being one of the lads for gods sake, and not just being laddish and treating them as mates just because she fancies them or something stupid. Honestly, if my mates are ill I offer them painkillers, do the same for a bloke that had the same mate status and he gives me the “Holy fuck what do I do I don’t like her that way!” look, especially when he’s actually MET my boyfriend and all hence I am not single or looking *rolls eyes* )
I’m also mildly suspicious as to why it’s all girls in the first place - there’s an equal number of lads and lasses so it’s either coincidence, or I’m going to be living with 1- a petty individual or 2- a paranoid-of-men individual. Which will annoy me because I’ve been through the “OMG all men are rapists!” stage and know how stupid it was.
Everyone’s saying “It’ll be different next year! You get to choose!” …I’ve already chosen WHO I’m living with the second and third year, just where is a mild problem (though no more late train journeys which is a plus and gives me more freedom =P)
Also medication sucks. I’m going hyperchondriac (sp? health freak) over the side effects, which makes it highly likely I’m just thinking I have them, so it feels like I do. But then I worry if I actually am. But then if I’m not, and go in to make sure, then I’ll be wasting their time. O.O It’s also giving me MOODSWINGSFROMHELL so I apologise to anyone if I snap at them.
On the plus side, said mood swings are making me more assertive than I would usually be. I’ve also just seen how annoying shy people are, which annoys me because I am shy, and therefore must also annoy many people.
“Oh noes! Oh noes! You ring them I don’t want to!”
“How pathe- oh… wait… bugger!”
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