Fuck, man
I don't know where to start. I moved down here, to the wonderful and putridly sunny Worcester, but 10 days ago, and already it seems as though I've been here forever. I'm not entirely sure as to whether that's a good thing or not, but time will tell, and heck, at least it's not entirely a bad thing.
It's currently ten to seven on Saturday, 23rd of September, and I've come to the computer room at uni straight from work. Fuckers kept me on til 6, because they neglected to tell me that my working hours begin at 8.30, not at 9 as was the case just last week. Why is it that I'm always Dante when I ought to be Randall?
MENTAL NOTE: Make sure everyone knows about your relit passion for Kevin Smith films, and make sure everyone goes out and sees Clerks.
Got to the house on the Thursday, 14th September, to find a cleaning rota attached to the noticeboard in the kitchen. I fumed inwardly for a couple of seconds before fuming outwardly, thus getting told off by my mother ("A cleaning rota makes perfect sense"). Perfect sense or otherwise, it's the principal of the thing. I'd told both Louise and Jenny that I didn't want to adhere to anything I don't want to adhere to, and specifically mentioned the rota. The fact that fucking Louise went right ahead and drew one up ANYWAY, without consulting me, does my fucking head in 10 days later.
That said, it does seem to be the major bad point in an otherwise sea of goodstuff. I finally tidied away all of my shit last night, and am happy to say that my room is looking nice - my turntable, PC and 5.1 surround sound speakers are all set up, as are my scanner and printer. All we need now is the internet and life can return to some kind of normality.
I'm going to Brenda's house to kip over for the night on Monday - in fact, I'll probably make this a regular thing, seen as I've got Tuesdays off and House isn't on TV any more. I'll take my laundry and I'll phone BT to get our phone line connected. I've assumed responsibility for the internet connection, a responsibility I'm only too happy to endure. I'm paying for the phone line to be reconnected as my loan comes in Monday, with luck. Jenny and Louise are then going to pay me their share of the connection fee.
I'm going with BT Internet, cause it works out at £7.66 each, and I get a free hub, telephone, 6GB download limit and free evening and weekend calls. Sounds alright to me. I think I'm actually the only one with a wireless adapter for their computer, although Jenny might have something built in to her laptop. Louise probably doesn't. I know for damn sure I ain't going thirds with them on theirs. I've got mine. I'm sorted. I'm a selfish fuck, but I really don't care at all.
What else?
Wednesday last, Fresher's fair. That was good, surprisingly. Being a fully paid up member of WIN (that's right, the Worcester Innovators Network), as well as being the official supplier of the t-shirts, meant that I was there on stall duty, giving out free frisbees and balloons and recruiting members, though not really too much of that. Our stall had Maoam sweets, but Elliot and the Psych Society had Celebrations, so I spent much time over there nicking chocolate.
Good to see the WIN lot, to be honest. After the fair, I intended to just head home, being somewhat too poor to go out that night, until Char decided to sell me her ticket for £2.70 (well, she gave it to Tonya to sell, and I haggled). Went round to Tonya's with Paul; Paul made spaghetti bolognese, but didn't leave enough for Tonya so we ended up just eating her food and making her cook for herself. It was pretty tasty though, so it worked out nicely.
Just had a phone call now from Paul (who isn't my cousin, by the way, this is WIN Paul), inviting myself and Elliott over for a drink. Therefore, I shall end this post so I can go home and change.
Adieu folks; to be continued.
posted by Cos Ryan @ 5:51 PM
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