Plans for the Weekend
Actually, first: The move. After last Saturday's post, I spent more time playing Cave Story than I did packing. Thus it was that I was rather unprepared when Derick arrived on Sunday. Before he did, though, I thought it would be a good idea to walk to the nearest Subway (Which was half an hour away) and get something to eat. Fine, except that it started to rain a bit while I was there. I only got a bit wet walking home, up until about 10 minutes away from the flat, whereupon the annual rainfall of the Amazon basin seemed to be localised directly over my head. Soaked to the skin, I changed clothes, and continued packing, as Derick finished cleaning out his room. Just after I started loading my boxes into his van, the heavens opened again, and we had a bit of a thunderstorm. Eventually I got everything in the van, we brought it to my new place, and piled it all into my room. About two thirds of the way into this process, I realised that there was something of a discrepancy between the size of my new room, and the amount of crap I had to fit into it.
So, this week I've been chipping away at the vast task of organising everything. 'Chipping' being the operative word; I can't really be bothered when I get home from work, and having been without internet access for so long has left me with rather a lot of stuff to catch up with. I'm getting there, though. I just need somewhere to put the cardboard boxes.
Speaking of the house, it's nicer than I first thought. True, the area kind of reminds me of a council estate in Coventry (Not a good thing to remind one of), but the house itself is tidier and nicer than I first imagined. The people seem nice enough, too! Although, I initially misjudged the number that I'd be sharing with; it's not 3 people, it's 4. Two couples, at that. An Indian couple, both of whom are very friendly, and an English couple. The guy seems cool enough, but his girlfriend.. well, I'm not particularly skilled at reading people, but I kind of get the impression she hates my guts. Don't hold me to that, though, I'm probably wrong!
So, this weekend! Tomorrow I'm going to Guildford to meet up with Joel again. One of the German guys he lived with back in 2006 is visiting for the first time since then, and as I used to hang out with him at the time, I figured I'd take the chance to see him again while he's here. On my way back on Sunday, I'm planning to stop into London and meet up with a girl from OKCupid. She was the girl I mentioned in this post, some four months ago. She deleted her account shortly after that, so I figured she hated me, and then she reappeared a couple of months later. Apparently she didn't hate me, she just needed some time away from the internet. We've been exchanging occasional messages on Facebook since then. I've been feeling pretty miserable about internet-type dating recently, though, so I won't be surprised if it doesn't go so well. Though, it isn't really a date, so much.
Fuck it, I don't know! I'm tired, anyway, and I'm going to bed. Bye!
So, this week I've been chipping away at the vast task of organising everything. 'Chipping' being the operative word; I can't really be bothered when I get home from work, and having been without internet access for so long has left me with rather a lot of stuff to catch up with. I'm getting there, though. I just need somewhere to put the cardboard boxes.
Speaking of the house, it's nicer than I first thought. True, the area kind of reminds me of a council estate in Coventry (Not a good thing to remind one of), but the house itself is tidier and nicer than I first imagined. The people seem nice enough, too! Although, I initially misjudged the number that I'd be sharing with; it's not 3 people, it's 4. Two couples, at that. An Indian couple, both of whom are very friendly, and an English couple. The guy seems cool enough, but his girlfriend.. well, I'm not particularly skilled at reading people, but I kind of get the impression she hates my guts. Don't hold me to that, though, I'm probably wrong!
So, this weekend! Tomorrow I'm going to Guildford to meet up with Joel again. One of the German guys he lived with back in 2006 is visiting for the first time since then, and as I used to hang out with him at the time, I figured I'd take the chance to see him again while he's here. On my way back on Sunday, I'm planning to stop into London and meet up with a girl from OKCupid. She was the girl I mentioned in this post, some four months ago. She deleted her account shortly after that, so I figured she hated me, and then she reappeared a couple of months later. Apparently she didn't hate me, she just needed some time away from the internet. We've been exchanging occasional messages on Facebook since then. I've been feeling pretty miserable about internet-type dating recently, though, so I won't be surprised if it doesn't go so well. Though, it isn't really a date, so much.
Fuck it, I don't know! I'm tired, anyway, and I'm going to bed. Bye!