Wanted: companion for cardboard box

Bugger.

Just as I thought things were getting a little teeny weeny bit sorted. My new job is going great, I have an out-patients appointment soon to finally figure out the breathing issues, I actually have money in the bank, all persons in the flat are communicating with one another, uni is reasonable, potential flatmate for next year was almost confirmed... Yeh, scrap that last one. Potential flatmate, or Ry, as we'll call him, has just blogged about his future housing options when his current lease expires. Turns out I am not his only option, and that I am being juggled while he contemplates which of his options is safer.

It's "probably a good idea, has a fair chance of working" vs "probably not a good idea, could go very well or very badly". Given my run of luck (and some other factors), I'd lay good money that I'm option 2.

I'm flummoxed as to who No1 is. All I have to go on is that it's "another medical student". Textathon is currently ensuing to come up with anyone on our course who has no fixed living arrangement and is (in)sane enough to consider living with Ry.

New Year Resolution? Stay in 09. In bed.

Supposedly, snow permitting, I will be trudging back to University on Monday. I say this with immense joy in my bouyant heart.

Not.

You see, holidays were pretty average. Not dire, not exciting, just average. Until I received a lovely email (via Facebook - classy) informing me that I am to move out before third year starts. There's been somewhat of a personality clash this year between myself and one of my two flatmates. Had we been living in a normal flat, we'd have just grinned and beared it. However. The flat we reside in is owned by the flatmate. Therefore, in the case of us being unable to live with each other, the short straw is mine. Always mine.

So, because we "haven't really got on as well this year as we did last year", I'm being kicked out. Typically, I'm told this just after the deadline for commercial halls closes. The only rooms left are £115 a week. Which I most definitely cannot afford.

I really did not think I would be perusing the letting agent's websites again after only such a short period of time. What makes it suck worse? That my current rent is the outer limit of what I can afford, and was subsidised by the fact that the flat is 'friend'-owned. Next year is gonna involve a lot more cash, more loans, more overdrafts, and more debt. Thanks, richkid.

Boyfriend = deadmeat.

Ortho starts on Monday! Super excited for my first ever placement as a medical student!


[EDIT: Shit, that's tomorrow. I know no anatomy! I will be shot down!]

Erm.... since last posting, I have:
-cried, like, six times.
-bought new undies (matching, for the first time in my life!)
-broken the 'o' button on my laptop to the extent that it requires a small beating to produce each letter.
-bought new trainers, that I don't like, but have no way of returning...
-virtually furnished the new flat (yeh, I mean virtually as in internet-window-shopping, not actually purchasing. Not my job, not my money).
-very nearly dumped my boyfriend.

Ha, that last one was less mundane than the rest. All I will say, for posterity's sake, since I haven't really mentioned it anywhere else, is that he was a twat. He went in a strip club, and then lied about it for six months, to 'protect' me from the truth. Needless to say, I went nuts. Crying, hair pulling (I had trichotillomania as a child, and it's never really left me), hitting lying scum every time he came near me [as an aside, he did wipe my snotty nose and dry my eyes, regardless of the punches he sustained while doing so], and, once I'd calmed down a little, went upstairs to our room and pulled all the cards I'd ever sent him off the walls, and all the photos of the two of us together, and put them, together with every one of my possessions that resides at his, into the drawer under the bed, ready for disposal/collection at a later date.

Bye bye homelessness :)

Lab stuff is finally over. Did some immunophenotyping, and immunfluorescence, but mainly cell culturing and making up and aliquoting media.

Also in the meantime, I have been out for 3 birthdays (18th, 20th, 20th) and a bbq (SEVERE food poisoning from a Quorn sausage :( We are absolving the Taboo (with apple sourz & vodka additions) from all responsibility for subsequent sickiness). Plus a weekend in Reading with my bestest friend from all the way back to the first days of primary school!! Not seen her in 4 years so we had an awesome gossipy catch up :)

Work has been cancelled this week (the perils of casual labour), except for Thursday, so my £300 expected profit has dwindled to... £60. That ain't paying no rent....

...on my new flat which we just bought!!!! I'm not homeless any more!! I'm very excited (a little miffed that this is the flat we viewed in April. We've since made 2 offers on it, and have finally been accepted, conditional to downstairs agreeing to some rather essential maintenance of our kitchen (it's had a disagreement with the main building and is slowly pulling away...) and negotiating a reasonable moving date)!!

More sun, more cider, and more s.... annoying-the-male-friend's-new-girlf

Tis apparently the last day of summer up North, and my sunburn will attest this fact for many weeks to come. The fronts and backs of my legs are nicely pink (3/4 days to tan), however that leaves a very white stripe down the side. I am adidas. I have been reeboked. Whatever. I look ridiculous.

And last night I managed to step on an upturned drawing pin. The Mother has kindly checked the vaccination records, and informed me that my tetanus has run out. Yay. So my day at the beach tomorrow is being interrupted by a GP appointment for a top up. Probably appropriate, seeing as I spent today wandering barefoot outside, with an open puncture wound.

Hopefully this run of bad luck can end tomorrow. We have a second viewing of the flat we saw on Friday night, because our other flatmate was away - another excuse to meet HOTTT property owner and reassess the place without having our moneyman over our shoulders.

Results on Tuesday! I even took my anatomy book sunbathing with me today, in the hope of prize orals! Or just cos I'm a geek. Either or.

As for the new girlf of my favourite male uni-based friend (as, of course, R is my best male friend). She is under the bizarre delusion that I have designs on her man. I don't, obviously, but it is hilarious to watch her bristle at finding him and me sunbathing together, otherwise alone.

Life - going up!

The sun is shining, exams are over, the hangover is gone, and we have a viewing on a flat next week! Life is goood!

Exam Countdown: 3 days.

The boyf has gone on a girly shopping trip with some mates to London today, so to avert my green eyes, I did a 7 hour library haul. Hopefully cracked enough info into my thick skull to pass Monday's exam, just got half of the anatomy curriculum to cover and I'm done.

One of my mates has got into Urban Exploring, in the local hospitals/asylums - we seem to have quite a few! Not sure what that says about the locals....
Anyway, the photos are beautiful! Really would love to get into it, but a criminal record for trespassing doesn't look so great on a surgical CV!

Home in 2 weeks! Can't believe that first year is over so quickly. No more halls. No more anatomy class. No more having 35 other people in the house to talk to when I can't be arsed to revise! I'm definitely gonna miss having all my friends within 100 yards... Just found another possible flat, with a roof garden! Fingers crossed our investor (slash flatmate's Dad :p ) likes the look of it too....

Going for the world record in procrastination...

Greetings Saturday. Would you mind awfully if you could just stop, and restart? Please? No? Oh. Kthxbye.

No weekend lie-ins today, due to some moron burning his breakfast. If there's gonna be a fire alarm, it would have to be on the wettest, coldest day of May, wouldn't it. Yay.
And as if that didn't put a downer on the weekend already, our toaster got confiscated. Yes, confiscated, like a Pokemon card in a primary school. It's crime? Fusing the electrical circuits of our entire floor. Oops.

I just wanna get out of halls. Like, now. Ok, so there are only three weeks left til I'm home but, gah, I just wanna stop living out of boxes! My frickin underwear lives in a box, for crying out loud! My bedside table is a box!

Is it too much to ask for real furniture? Meh, if I can survive the long (currently unemployed) summer, I get my own room, in a flat shared with ONLY two other people, with a SOFA and a BATH and a DINING TABLE THAT WILL SEAT MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE! Oh, and a real cooker (damn you, Baby Belling. Just die already!). Plus... the bonus of only buying a 2 bed house, to be occupied by 3 people is [drum roll] we have to convert the lounge into bedroom number 3. Which means (a) bigger room, (b) bay window, and (c) antique Victorian tiled fireplace!

I'm so psyched! Proper bookshelves, and a chest of drawers, and a comfy desk chair... Gah, furniture freak.

Finally (and then I promise I'll go study. Or go to the shop to stock up on Nutella. Oh, there's no point. I have no toast to schmear it on. Today SUCKS), I'm trying to order my steth for the start of second year, and have no idea which colour to buy. Yeh, life changing decision. There're all dark and murky! Except the fluoro orange, which just looks bizarre, the baby blue and pink, which look like you already picked out Paeds as your specialty, and bubblegum pink. If it had actually been BRIGHT pink, it'd be dangling round my neck already. However, it's just kind of a normal pink with a sheen to it?