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Thursday, February 16 - FRIDAY - I MISS YOU ALL!!!

*sigh*

I am just SO happy right now. I've been sitting in my new room in my new house at my new uni since friday without the internet and without being able to call people outside the university on my telephone. So i've been totally in isolation.

Argh, and I ate mouldy bread an hour ago. Argh.

So I prepared for this moment fully by writing a long long long blog post in notepad about what i've been doing for the past couple of days. I suggest reading it in sections or you shall get bored. So I'm gonna post it bit by bit.

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FRIDAY

I figured a couple of people would want to know what I’m up to at the moment so here is my temporary-before-I-actually-have-internet-access blog post.

I miss home; actually it’s less of me missing home and more of me wishing I was anywhere else but here. No, I’m exaggerating; it’s really not that bad… Left home at 7am Friday morning, arrived in Berra at about 11am. They said they didn't have a room for me yet and to come back in an hour so the family and I walked around the Uni for a bit, i withdrew some money (which I haven't actually spent yet) and I bought two of my text books. I bought my Management one and my Marketing one, each of them was $105.95 but I ended up EFTPOSing my Keycard, something i've never done before but will probably end up being very handy. Have to carry around less cash. Anyway we meandered back up to the Hut and asked them if I had a room yet, father paid a truckload of money (all the while complaining that it was more expensive than mitchell's accommodation - might I point out to the jury that as I was choosing my accommodation he said "I don't mind about the price, just pick the one you would prefer" and I also ended up in the cheapest possible option anyway). So we paid and I signed away my firstborn child and a girl showed us down to "Arscott House"; the place where I would be spending my next twelve months.

"Everyone come to the courtyard, bring alcohol... *pause* not too much *pause* we're bored, come and play with us"


In some ways i think i've bitten off a bit more than I can chew. It's a big change, everyone's been saying but is there a cut off point? At some point in time does it just become too difficult? Are we allowed to give up and not be beaten for that decision?

So back to the story. There were a couple of tears shed, not as a "i'll miss you", but rather as a "dear god please don't keave me in this hellhole". It was a very sorry sight. The room's okay now I look at it properly, I've settled in and everything is unpacked and organised (to an extent) and it looks a lot better than it did before. My fridge is still kinda crummy, it's all cracked along the bottom of the inside, one of my drawers in my wardrobe is kinda wonky and ther'es only one door for it but it seems like there's actually only supposed to be one door.

As we were unpacking (before the folks left) I met Josh and Adria(sp?) and was told that Aaron was living down the hall. Josh and Adria are both older (she's 4th year and i'm not sure about him) and stayed over the summer. Josh is my next door neighbour, but I can't say i've had a conversation with him yet. Aaron is a first year but he's older.

So I kinda didn't do much on friday seeing as though the place was pretty deserted. I walked to Belconnen shops and bought a couple of things that I needed; bluetack, hairspray, batteries. It's an easy walk to the shops, and they're big shops, it's a Westfield. By easy walk I mean 25minutes but I managed it without getting lost. And you walk straight through a bus interchange so I can probably get absolutely anywhere.

Apparently Ascott house is the "drinking house". Shannon told me that yesterday, wonderful.

Friday night I couldn't really get to sleep. I kinda didn't actually want to stay and considered chucking the entire 'higher education' thing in. Actually i'm still considering it. Woke up Saturday morning about 7, then 8, then 9, then 10 when I finally got out of bed. Adria had asked me if I wanted to go to the pub with them on Friday night but I declined, I was a bit (read: absolutely) terrified of going out with a group of people who all knew each other. And I was feeling a bit lost.

crumble | 10:07 am

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NAME: Crumble, Wilson, Forgie
DOB: 8th of October
COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos

SCHOOL: Hogwarts
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia
PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast
FEELING:






likes...

buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story.



dislikes...

bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely.


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