Everything is fucked up again, and I've lost a lot of time.
Right. Um. S'pose the first thing is: Niki is still *lovely*, and I have no bad feelings.
BUT - she was our third, and now she is not. She'll be moving in with Gogs and company, which is pretty understandable, cos I'm obviously a bit of a randomer from their point of view.
HOWEVER - There is now no third.
This means: there'll be rush on what few places remain in South Belfast in a couple of weeks when the A-level results come out, and unsure folks move up to the uni.
It brings to mind: my good friend Kerry, another physics buddy, who got her Third for the house off the Accommodation Office notice board, which now seems my last best hope. She and her friend housemate hate this bastard's guts.
It also bring to mind: my very good friend Mark, also another physics buddy, and more. He moved in with one of his friends from Newcastle, and also a bit of a randomer who came with said friend. Catty, this randomer, is the bane of Mark's existence. He HATED going home. That's no way to live.
Also: over the last week, I've fully confirmed that a flat for two is not going to work, we mos def need a Third.
All this makes me feel that this next year or two is going to be just fucking awful.
Right, this is an unfinished post, but I'm going to beddy-byes.
BUT - she was our third, and now she is not. She'll be moving in with Gogs and company, which is pretty understandable, cos I'm obviously a bit of a randomer from their point of view.
HOWEVER - There is now no third.
This means: there'll be rush on what few places remain in South Belfast in a couple of weeks when the A-level results come out, and unsure folks move up to the uni.
It brings to mind: my good friend Kerry, another physics buddy, who got her Third for the house off the Accommodation Office notice board, which now seems my last best hope. She and her friend housemate hate this bastard's guts.
It also bring to mind: my very good friend Mark, also another physics buddy, and more. He moved in with one of his friends from Newcastle, and also a bit of a randomer who came with said friend. Catty, this randomer, is the bane of Mark's existence. He HATED going home. That's no way to live.
Also: over the last week, I've fully confirmed that a flat for two is not going to work, we mos def need a Third.
All this makes me feel that this next year or two is going to be just fucking awful.
Right, this is an unfinished post, but I'm going to beddy-byes.