What a difference a day makes…
The somewhat ominous cloud wafting above me yesterday has mostly passed… Sinead dragged me out to the social to mull over things and make me realise it’s never as bad as you think it is… It’s so funny as I’m the queen of optimism for everyone else, I always try and see the bright side of things… but it takes of ton of bricks to make me swallow the same advice when projected back onto me.
Still waiting to hear about the flatshare I have my heart set on… I’m expecting some major finger crossing from all the parties who happen to stumble upon this entry.
Approximation on:
The amount of days I have left sitting at my desk in the back corner of the studio with my French co-worker (who sits next to me) chit chatting in French until we receive an email from management complaining that we’re being anti-social: 6
13.10.04
12.10.04
I’m not sure...
If it’s something intrinsic about being someone who likes to travel/re-locate… but I now have the fear… the fear that I don’t want to be here… but an even greater fear that I don’t’ want to be anywhere else either… It’s almost like a claustrophobic feeling… I would suffocate if I moved back to Canada… or if stay here a minute longer…Even Spain right now seems too complicated… I guess the cold rainy grey English day isn’t helping much either.
I’m thinking that this is why English people drink so much tea… it’s the only thing that can shake the damp chill out of your bones on days like this.
It’s just a delicate little piece of string on which I balance right now… *teeter totter* don’t startle me, whatever you do… that would be enough.
If it’s something intrinsic about being someone who likes to travel/re-locate… but I now have the fear… the fear that I don’t want to be here… but an even greater fear that I don’t’ want to be anywhere else either… It’s almost like a claustrophobic feeling… I would suffocate if I moved back to Canada… or if stay here a minute longer…Even Spain right now seems too complicated… I guess the cold rainy grey English day isn’t helping much either.
I’m thinking that this is why English people drink so much tea… it’s the only thing that can shake the damp chill out of your bones on days like this.
It’s just a delicate little piece of string on which I balance right now… *teeter totter* don’t startle me, whatever you do… that would be enough.
11.10.04
Today my favourite series returns to BBC1!!!!
It’s been a long wait but tonight Spooks returns… Almost enough, if you will to make me squeal with delight. Sad life you say? Why yes, but when homeless and couch surfing you must be grateful for small mercies…
Off to see another flat this evening… I’m still waiting to hear back from the boys in the mansion block… they’re seeing another few people today and will decide either tomorrow or Wednesday whom they’ll ‘choose’ to rent the room to…
The weekend was spent mostly hanging out with JoJo on Saturday afternoon and working Saturday night… Sunday was spent working and reading the paper and attempting to search for a flat… I’m so rock and roll *not*
It’s been a long wait but tonight Spooks returns… Almost enough, if you will to make me squeal with delight. Sad life you say? Why yes, but when homeless and couch surfing you must be grateful for small mercies…
Off to see another flat this evening… I’m still waiting to hear back from the boys in the mansion block… they’re seeing another few people today and will decide either tomorrow or Wednesday whom they’ll ‘choose’ to rent the room to…
The weekend was spent mostly hanging out with JoJo on Saturday afternoon and working Saturday night… Sunday was spent working and reading the paper and attempting to search for a flat… I’m so rock and roll *not*
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