i'm just guessing that you're through with me.
in six days i leave for university.
since my last update: i have finished work. it feels strange not having to get up early and go to work, and not having a routine, but it's also really nice to not have those commitments and i'm trying to relish it because in a couple of weeks i will be having lectures (agh!). i have about £250 in the bank from my last paycheck, and i have another one to come with about a week's wages and my outstanding holiday pay (it's really nice that they pay you the money you would have gotten for your paid holiday, if you haven't taken it by the time you resign. i never got that anywhere else.) on the 26th of september. it won't be much but it will help. i also got my loan confirmation and in total i will have £7700 this year! golly. i've never seen anywhere close to that amount, although the scary thing is that in all my time of being a working girl (lolz) i've probably earned close to that but never realised it cause i've spent it all. ugh. imagine if i'd saved? anyway. of course around 3.5k will be going on accomodation but that leaves me about 4k to play around with. i won't spend much on food i don't think and i rarely get properly drunk so i shouldn't be too poor at uni? haha i fucking hope so anyway. onwards: i went to london for a few days to jobhunt. i made the mistake of visiting wandsworth, but later rectified this by sampling the delights of putney and richmond. i visited the all saints church in fulham (because i happened to walk past and big old churches fascinate me) and got roped into hearing the history of the place by the bloke working there; prior to being extremely freaked out by the huge plaque in the hall in memorandum of some girl who died when she was three. it's all very well to make a nice gesture like that for your daughter but it's really really strange when you're standing there like 100 years later thinking about the dead three-year-old girl under the floorboards. for some reason it's made worse by the plaque being on the wall not the floor, it always makes me think the remains are in the wall too and not the floor. i got rejected like a mutha in space.nk (the snobby bastards) but got a very nice reception from other upmarket places like crabtree & evelyn and joseph. i came home, and relaxed. i went out with maddie on saturday night and enjoyed it muchly; opus is the place to be and dancing is what we do (we do it well). i feel increasingly sad that i have drifted apart from maddie, a couple of years ago we were closer than close and now it's like i know nothing about her life. i can't imagine that university will help this much, but what can you do. i got a call; i have an interview at east in richmond tomorrow at three, very very scary but they seemed very nice so fingers crossed i get it. it's a lovely shop in a lovely area. i fell over; i think i may have fractured something but who knows. i am going to the doctor on thursday and i don't want to go to a&e, partly because of the wait but mostly because i don't want to have a cast on when i'm at uni. i am leaving in six days. i am scared shitless. i am talking a load of shit, goodbye.
since my last update: i have finished work. it feels strange not having to get up early and go to work, and not having a routine, but it's also really nice to not have those commitments and i'm trying to relish it because in a couple of weeks i will be having lectures (agh!). i have about £250 in the bank from my last paycheck, and i have another one to come with about a week's wages and my outstanding holiday pay (it's really nice that they pay you the money you would have gotten for your paid holiday, if you haven't taken it by the time you resign. i never got that anywhere else.) on the 26th of september. it won't be much but it will help. i also got my loan confirmation and in total i will have £7700 this year! golly. i've never seen anywhere close to that amount, although the scary thing is that in all my time of being a working girl (lolz) i've probably earned close to that but never realised it cause i've spent it all. ugh. imagine if i'd saved? anyway. of course around 3.5k will be going on accomodation but that leaves me about 4k to play around with. i won't spend much on food i don't think and i rarely get properly drunk so i shouldn't be too poor at uni? haha i fucking hope so anyway. onwards: i went to london for a few days to jobhunt. i made the mistake of visiting wandsworth, but later rectified this by sampling the delights of putney and richmond. i visited the all saints church in fulham (because i happened to walk past and big old churches fascinate me) and got roped into hearing the history of the place by the bloke working there; prior to being extremely freaked out by the huge plaque in the hall in memorandum of some girl who died when she was three. it's all very well to make a nice gesture like that for your daughter but it's really really strange when you're standing there like 100 years later thinking about the dead three-year-old girl under the floorboards. for some reason it's made worse by the plaque being on the wall not the floor, it always makes me think the remains are in the wall too and not the floor. i got rejected like a mutha in space.nk (the snobby bastards) but got a very nice reception from other upmarket places like crabtree & evelyn and joseph. i came home, and relaxed. i went out with maddie on saturday night and enjoyed it muchly; opus is the place to be and dancing is what we do (we do it well). i feel increasingly sad that i have drifted apart from maddie, a couple of years ago we were closer than close and now it's like i know nothing about her life. i can't imagine that university will help this much, but what can you do. i got a call; i have an interview at east in richmond tomorrow at three, very very scary but they seemed very nice so fingers crossed i get it. it's a lovely shop in a lovely area. i fell over; i think i may have fractured something but who knows. i am going to the doctor on thursday and i don't want to go to a&e, partly because of the wait but mostly because i don't want to have a cast on when i'm at uni. i am leaving in six days. i am scared shitless. i am talking a load of shit, goodbye.