Life needs change.

Conspiracy Theory #20041003

I believe they brought me here early so that i would spend friviously on ‘freshers’ garbage, whiling my time away racially segregated like all the other international students here. ‘lil do they know that this girl likes a likkle bit ‘o colour in her life.

k so I’ve been here for almost a week. how do I feel? well, a little bored actually. I know, I know, I know, I was supposed to start a blog for your entertainment, however, I don’t have the money to get dial-up and if we’re supposed to get wireless here in late December or around new year’s then I won’t bother getting it, and I will just use the computers at school. which means that I am leaving my blog entirely in the hands of someone else to whom I e-mail them my entries. how lame is that?!?!?!

well some of you may wonder if I’m pining away in my room wanting to be home. well, not really actually. I honestly think the only time that I’ve wanted to turn tail and run was when I was sitting at the airport waiting to check in. I was going through moments of watery eyes and moments of feeling like I’m setting off for somewhere new where nobody knows of the mistakes I’ve made in my past. I miss you all terribly yes, but I can’t say that I want to be home because I’ve burnt my bridges at my parents’ place, so I technically have no home to return to in a sense. arun, wouldja mind? :p

it’s a coastal city, my flat faces the sea. I’m a hop-step-and a jump away from the salty spray of uhhh… I don’t even know what body of water it is, my geography is TERRIBLE! so much for poetics. I’ve already gone for a jog along the pier. I went west last time so next time I’ll head east. very hilly geography and you can never really figure out what the street names are. I literally spent hours yesterday just meandering through all these laneways and streets just browsing.

of course, I was tempted to shop, but with absolutely NO money, I was a good girl and just bought a bottle of olive oil for a £. I’m taking this student budgeting to the extreme here. I haven’t eaten out yet, I haven’t bought anything frivolous, no junk food… nuthin’! aside from the fact that I can’t cook for shit, which means I should probably eat as healthily as possible. right now, I’m kinda stuck with one stinkin’ grocery store which doesn’t have everything that I need/want. we didn’t have a toaster, dish rack, or hand towels in the bathrooms. so of course I went out and bought them. 2 flatmates have been more than grateful, the other… well not so much. and we’re still expecting 2 more. the clothes airers are MINE because I’m too cheap to pay 20 pence to use the dryer each time. the stove is electric and is AGONIZINGLY slow! the bargain queen extraordinaire has been able to find herself a bummy pair of pants for £3 though…

stephie, if you think you’re a neat freak… well, I’ve used the plastic bag from the pillow set that I purchased to make myself shelf liners because I don’t know what’s been on the shelf before I arrived. I’ve used carpet shampoo and made my room a shoe-free zone! yippee, barefoot in my own room! how you like dem apples?!?!?! hahaha. I’m going to attack the bathroom soon, and I’ve already cleaned out the gunk in the detergent dispenser in the washing machine.

the first flatmate I met is a rich cougar from Tokyo. Mina’s studying international education metinks. there’s actually A LOT of Japanese here, so much so that I don’t have to worry about being mistaken for a Chinese person, plus I can practice my Japanese again. the second one is Sabina is a fellow neat freak from bosnia and she brought her bf along cuz he came to help move her in. I spent last night with Sabina and Tim in a café with wicked atmosphere. my third flatmate is Tony, he’s from Malawi and he snores a lot… hahaha, ok, he’s cool, but rather keeps to himself. there’s a lot of people getting their postgrad degrees in some sort of development, whether it be gender and, or educational, or international development. so far I’m the only one doing art history. typical. a lot of people here have full or partial scholarships… I’m the only dummy who’s paying my way to be here.

I’m no longer delighted and charmed by the English accent. it’s not like I’m holing my self up in my room all the time, on the contrary, the kitchen is a naice place to chill… cuz it’s so warm! hahahaha. I’m anxiously awaiting the beginning of school since I need something to do. when you live like a pauper, there’s really not much to do at all. EVERYTHING HERE IS SO STINKIN’EXPENSIVE while I stand there holding things in my hand mentally calculating the price by 2.5. sigh. SIGH! I don’t hate it here, I just haven’t been here long enough to formulate an opinion. I’m ecstatic by the fact that I’m a FIFTEEN MINUTE WALK AWAY FROM THE TRAIN STATION!!!!! no more bus, rt, subway and possibly streetcar!!!!! woohaa! somebody just has to remind me to buy tokens once I get back since I won’t have a metropass anymore.

I miss watching family guy, I miss drinking a good, cheap cuppa coffee, I miss you my darlin’. but I’m kinda glad that I had the balls to cross the atlantic.

agent orange

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