Chocobo
I'm on a library computer in Bolton. I don't have much time, but I thought I'd update just to let everyone know that I'm okay.
I've been in England since Saturday, and I'm staying for a week. I had a meeting with my professor today (whom I still call Archibald, though he doesn't know that), which went very well. There was a lot of paperwork to go through, which was a bit annoying. Archibald is still nice and awesome, so I feel that I'm in good hands.
I had appointments to look at two flats today. The first one was in a nice area near a park. It's fully furnished and very cozy. The landlady and -lord are friendly too.
The address I'd been given for the second flat was number 4 Grove Street. I found Grove Street, but couldn't find number 4. So I rang the bell at number 6, and asked the old lady who opened the door where 4 was. She informed me that there was no number 4, and there hadn't been for many years. She also said that there's another Grove Street in Farnworth, so that's probably what went wrong. That or I was given a wrong address. I didn't have time to make my way down to Farnworth, and, anyway, it's too far away from Bolton town centre that I'd want to live there, so I just skipped the appointment. I have five more flats to look at, so no worries.
I've got 15 minutes until I need to log off, so I reckon that gives me time to write about the mildly amusing dream I had Friday night. In the dream Haukur invited me to a metal festival. He'd spent the past couple of days at the festival with Ernir, but he said he was sick and tired of him, so that's why he invited me along. While we were walking down a dark street towards the festival, he suddenly said, "Shit, there's Ernir! Turn your back to him; maybe he won't recognise us." Ernir did recognise us, though. Haukur was civil to him, but I could tell he was annoyed. I was a bit confused, since I didn't think Ernir's behaviour warranted that kind of annoyance.
All right, that's it for today. Hope you're having fun on Skype without me (but not too much).
I've been in England since Saturday, and I'm staying for a week. I had a meeting with my professor today (whom I still call Archibald, though he doesn't know that), which went very well. There was a lot of paperwork to go through, which was a bit annoying. Archibald is still nice and awesome, so I feel that I'm in good hands.
I had appointments to look at two flats today. The first one was in a nice area near a park. It's fully furnished and very cozy. The landlady and -lord are friendly too.
The address I'd been given for the second flat was number 4 Grove Street. I found Grove Street, but couldn't find number 4. So I rang the bell at number 6, and asked the old lady who opened the door where 4 was. She informed me that there was no number 4, and there hadn't been for many years. She also said that there's another Grove Street in Farnworth, so that's probably what went wrong. That or I was given a wrong address. I didn't have time to make my way down to Farnworth, and, anyway, it's too far away from Bolton town centre that I'd want to live there, so I just skipped the appointment. I have five more flats to look at, so no worries.
I've got 15 minutes until I need to log off, so I reckon that gives me time to write about the mildly amusing dream I had Friday night. In the dream Haukur invited me to a metal festival. He'd spent the past couple of days at the festival with Ernir, but he said he was sick and tired of him, so that's why he invited me along. While we were walking down a dark street towards the festival, he suddenly said, "Shit, there's Ernir! Turn your back to him; maybe he won't recognise us." Ernir did recognise us, though. Haukur was civil to him, but I could tell he was annoyed. I was a bit confused, since I didn't think Ernir's behaviour warranted that kind of annoyance.
All right, that's it for today. Hope you're having fun on Skype without me (but not too much).