Hi, internet! Um, I'm sorry, it's just ever since we moved in with Jenni and Elri I have had to get my internet fix in small, controlled doses, either from Wholly Bagels, the university library or, very occasionally, Jenni's laptop. You see, they do have internet. Said internet just hates my laptop ( Read more... )

I don't know. It's not like nothing happened this week. I think I just periodically have moments of "Who reads this shit anyway?" and forget about it for weeks at a time.

Well, I've got to break the dam somehow. Since I last posted, I have:

1. Created and perfected a recipe for walnut biscuits. ( Anyone want a recipe? )

I'll miss that beautiful house and all its spaciousness, but this dingy, cinderblock-walled flat has one essential advantage: sweet, sweet broadband ( Read more... )

Pretty pretty new house is completely temporary. We're moving back into tiny sunless cinderblock mould-hole in a week and a half. And I only know this because Sas insisted I ask just to make sure before paying to have the internet reinstalled ( Read more... )

I'm all moved in (thanks, morbane!), and my computer's been fixed. Unfortunately, the internet installation is failing for no reason I or Telecom tech support can fathom. And my paid LJ account runs out tomorrow. And I'm still freaking out about the whole not-having-a-job thing on a level I never anticipated - I've only been looking for a week, but I ( Read more... )

1. Apparently the managers of Everton Hall discovered asbestos in the textured ceilings of our place, so we have to pack up and move to another block of flats. On Sunday. We got notice this afternoon. At least they're not expecting us to do the whole scrub-the-flat-from-top-to-bottom thing before we go. That doesn't remove the worry about how ( Read more... )

Okay, so I probably won't be giving this place a good hard vacuum today, since I just spent six of the last seven hours helping friends move house*. As a side-effect of Wellington being mostly hills, most Wellington houses involve many stairs. The old house was at the bottom of a steep, winding staircase. The new house is on the fourth floor. There ( Read more... )

WE'RE HERE! The walls are white-painted cinderblock (classy!), the kitchen is painted lime-green, the rooms do not appear to have been designed by anyone with a brain, and there's, like, one plug in the entire room, so I'll need a powerboard - but we're here, and there's a fridge and an oven and cupboards and sunlight flooding through our living- ( Read more... )

Everything's packed up. Well, practically everything. The common room is full of boxes and suitcases, and there are about four people left in the building - Sas left this afternoon with her mum, and we're probably not going to see her again for three months or so. Benno's confirmed the movers for two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Tonight, we eat ( Read more... )

- Grar, blood and agony. Stupid middle of the month ( Read more... )