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Anyone? Send me some money until I find a job here?
My trainers have so many holes in them they're perpetually water-logged and squelch when I walk, I have no warm jumpers, none of my trousers fit because I've been skipping dinner most days, and I'm in desperate need of a haircut. I have no money to buy any folders, stationery or printing credits with so it's a nightmare to organise any work. My last £5 was spent on useful and healthy groceries (milk, teabags, vegetables, yogurts) that would have lasted me for two weeks had some fuckhat from our corridor not stolen them when drunk. I spent quite a bit of cash on a bus pass only to realise that the traffic on Headingley Lane is so heavily backed up that the 45-minute walk into campus is actually quicker.
So listening to the annoying little 18 year-olds offer around biscuits 'my mum sent me', eat from their brand new Ikea plate sets and complain because their loan hasn't come through yet and they want it to arrive so they can go to Top Shop is making me irate.
Okay, no more updating my journal until I have something useful or constructive to say. So expect to hear from me in December, perhaps.
My trainers have so many holes in them they're perpetually water-logged and squelch when I walk, I have no warm jumpers, none of my trousers fit because I've been skipping dinner most days, and I'm in desperate need of a haircut. I have no money to buy any folders, stationery or printing credits with so it's a nightmare to organise any work. My last £5 was spent on useful and healthy groceries (milk, teabags, vegetables, yogurts) that would have lasted me for two weeks had some fuckhat from our corridor not stolen them when drunk. I spent quite a bit of cash on a bus pass only to realise that the traffic on Headingley Lane is so heavily backed up that the 45-minute walk into campus is actually quicker.
So listening to the annoying little 18 year-olds offer around biscuits 'my mum sent me', eat from their brand new Ikea plate sets and complain because their loan hasn't come through yet and they want it to arrive so they can go to Top Shop is making me irate.
Okay, no more updating my journal until I have something useful or constructive to say. So expect to hear from me in December, perhaps.