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Well I am sat here, awaiting some confirmation I've a job writing for Real Groove magazine. This however may of almost been non-existant seeing as I wrote the name of the wrong magazine to the editor. Immediately the next mail I sent apologised about the faux pas.
Speaking of faux-pas', not only am I listening to Sum 41 (I don't have a laptop at the moment to change music on my iPod, and I so I'm relying to YouTube and MySpace for music.... thank fuck for Verdant Skies...) but flat hunting over here is, well, shit. Seeing as I know no-one really (aside from my childhood pal Kyle, who I met up with two nights ago), it's proved somewhat difficult to strike up a conversation.... I had one dude who had a room too far out from the vicinity I am looking for (the Central Business District) but loved English people and wanted to meet me, even going out of his way to pick me up to look at the house and asked me to talk all about myself over a phone :(
The second house I looked at was cool - $195 a week including power and water. But it was with a 30 year old and $195 is too steep a price for me.... it's in my budget, but it wasn't really what I was looking for. Just visited a "hostel", very much like the houseshare at Canwick Road/Springhill, and this was $120 per week with bills and internet. Not REALLY furnished so to speak (Table, Mattress), but to be honest having my mum about isn't helping; I'm sure she think's I can get a fucking furnished penthouse for pittance a week, bills included.
Flat hunting, kids, is shit!
Off to a gig tonight - my first gig in NZ. Wish me luck, as the drinking culture over here is significantly different than the drinking culture in Britain. Part of me would like to drink a few whiskeys while the other part is pondering what kind of impression I'd make staggering around, acting randomly (like most of you know and love) and generally being a cunt.
Oh yeah - cunt's deemed as cool of a word here as it is in Britain.
Turrah!
Speaking of faux-pas', not only am I listening to Sum 41 (I don't have a laptop at the moment to change music on my iPod, and I so I'm relying to YouTube and MySpace for music.... thank fuck for Verdant Skies...) but flat hunting over here is, well, shit. Seeing as I know no-one really (aside from my childhood pal Kyle, who I met up with two nights ago), it's proved somewhat difficult to strike up a conversation.... I had one dude who had a room too far out from the vicinity I am looking for (the Central Business District) but loved English people and wanted to meet me, even going out of his way to pick me up to look at the house and asked me to talk all about myself over a phone :(
The second house I looked at was cool - $195 a week including power and water. But it was with a 30 year old and $195 is too steep a price for me.... it's in my budget, but it wasn't really what I was looking for. Just visited a "hostel", very much like the houseshare at Canwick Road/Springhill, and this was $120 per week with bills and internet. Not REALLY furnished so to speak (Table, Mattress), but to be honest having my mum about isn't helping; I'm sure she think's I can get a fucking furnished penthouse for pittance a week, bills included.
Flat hunting, kids, is shit!
Off to a gig tonight - my first gig in NZ. Wish me luck, as the drinking culture over here is significantly different than the drinking culture in Britain. Part of me would like to drink a few whiskeys while the other part is pondering what kind of impression I'd make staggering around, acting randomly (like most of you know and love) and generally being a cunt.
Oh yeah - cunt's deemed as cool of a word here as it is in Britain.
Turrah!