Karma Police
I have no idea where to start.
Friday, Danielle went home and I really wanted to go. Matt went to Mudgee with some people, and I had a strange feeling all day. Couldn't place it. Had some good Rochelle time, and then Andy and I decided pizza and vodka was a good way to spend the night. I learned how to make a soufle (sp?) thanks to 'Better Homes and Gardens', we listened to good music and had some funny chats. We even posted to my blog. What nerds. The night was epic and I was very ill. But it was worth it.
Saturday was Hangover Day, and I did it in style. So did Andy, I believe. An icee later I felt a little bit better. I just hung around up at uni, and then Matt came back from watching the footy. We got take away for dinner and watched Roswell.
Sunday, I was extremely lazy and did not much at all. Had dinner at Matt's house watching more Roswell with Kerrie, and came back up to uni, saw Danielle quickly, and then went to Andy's house for some cask red wine. Don't worry, I didn't have any, I just watched and head tickled occasionally. And put a picture on the wall.
Sunday night I watched 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' and got roughly four hours sleep before Christine called me at 9am on the dot to go to a meeting at accomodation. I had class so I went at 1pm instead. Guess what? I am no longer an RA.
But wait, it gets better than just being unemployed, I am now also homeless! (The job comes with the room.) I packed up my room and cried a lot. My belongings are now split between Danielle's house, Matt's house and Danielle's boot. Except for my posters, which Danielle's dormies are putting up in their rooms.
On Monday night, I went running.
Need I say more?
I also went to Andy's house, and the rumours are true, he does make the most amazing pasta bake in the history of the world. Or at least the Central West. :-)
Everything is getting to me. Everything. I don't have my own bed and I don't know where all my stuff is. I HAVE NO JOB. That is not very me-like. (Well I have jobs still, but one less than Sunday.) None of this is very me like and I don't like it at all. I feel misplaced. I feel so many things there is no room in me for all of them.
On a positive note... no more stupid RA stuff. I no longer have to do any of the stuff I didn't like about it.
I'm going home this weekend.
It's not the end of the world. :-)