New Starts etcetera
It's 2007 soon, so be expecting the cliched evaluatory blog sometime in the near future. Christ, I've got a birthday meal, a Christmas party, a homecoming and a hell of a lot of work to be done before that happens; the essay I've got due in on the 21st just isn't being done. There's no point in lying about it, I'm just not doing it. I was going to fail anyway, and I'm pretty sure that if someone like Tammy Holmes can get a C+, I'm going to fail in Psychology. We'll see what happens, shan't we?
The housemate situation is still getting worse, Louise now knows for a fact that I smoke marijuana, a "fact" that amuses me and irritates me almost simultaneously. Landlord emailed me back, and there's no way out, I've got to serve the 10 months of the contract... well, 4 or so months really, I'm not too fussed. Either way, I'm out this time next year. There's talk of myself, Jenny, Holmes, Colleen and Richard getting a place, but I'm thinking of going for Elliott's offer of a room; 5 persons to a house is asking for trouble, and besides, I've never lived with the same people two years in a row and so why start now?
There's a burn on my wrist which has turned green. Is this a good sign? I'm not too sure. It itches.
Mum, Jack, Laura and Grandma are coming down tomorrow to take me and the Hilverts to Nandos. Tomorrow marks the 21st anniversary of my existence here on earth, and if such a thing merits Peri-Peri chicken wings, then I'm all for it. The presents and shit before that, of course, is irritating. I don't want to be celebrated just for making it this long. Plus, it really throws a spanner in my existential crisis. Going to head over to a party at Edward Elgar hall after that which should be bloody fucking good by all accounts; can't help hoping that Ali's going to be there, but whether she is or she ain't, it'll be good to see my mates one last time before 2007.
Jenny and Louise are leaving in the next couple of days; to be honest, I'm really looking forward to living in my house and being able to refer to it as my house. Given Louise's tendency to rule the roost like a fat Christmas turkey it's difficult to see it as such, but man, it'll be good to get some 'me' time.
I like coming to uni to write my blog. It's soothing.
posted by Cos Ryan @ 9:41 PM
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