Todays going ok. Not much has happened really. Was just pondering how much I hate my house at uni. Particularly my room. I will tell you the tale of how it came to be this way. Are we sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin..........
A long long time ago, February 2004 to be exact, I was in my firdt year at uni and we had been advised to start looking for private accommodation as we were being kicked out of comfy halls of residence. I got stuck in, searching for cheap but suitable houses for me and a few friends. I drew up a list of nice houses - some cheap but half an hour from campus. Some not so cheap but right next to campus. Nobody wanted to look at them. They said it was too early to be looking and the right one would come along.
I found the perfect house. 5 bed, two bath, garden, conservatory, garage and only 10 mins from campus. One of the group had gone home with 'problems' and didnt want us to look at it without her. We lost it.
I gave up and the weeks went by. Suddenly we found that most of the students houses in our area had gone. My friends went into overdrive, complaining that no one had been organised (huh?) We saw two houses. One was a four bed house (the girl from before had dropped out due to her problems) but we would only have two rooms between us as we would be sharing with an asian family of about 7 people! The other one was being renovated. We went for it and here we are.
Its nice enough. New stuff but very dull magnolia walls we arent allowed to touch. Our friends spent the summer having fun decorating whilst we spent it trying not to put our hands on the walls. The rent is also 300 a month plus ALL bills
I ended up with the box room. I am currently sat in a room that is big enough to fit a bed, wardrobe and a desk. Thats it. I have no storage for my books and the landlord wont let us put shelves up. He wont even do it. Im sleeping in my blokes room (double bed) so I can put stuff on my bed. Its tough when he stays up all night doing essays whilst Im trying to sleep for work the next day. Hes patient with me, bless him.
Thats enough moaning for today. I think I'll end with a poor joke my dad told me.
Two teddy bears are sitting in an airing cupboard. Which ones in the army?
The one sitting on the tank! Arf arf
A long long time ago, February 2004 to be exact, I was in my firdt year at uni and we had been advised to start looking for private accommodation as we were being kicked out of comfy halls of residence. I got stuck in, searching for cheap but suitable houses for me and a few friends. I drew up a list of nice houses - some cheap but half an hour from campus. Some not so cheap but right next to campus. Nobody wanted to look at them. They said it was too early to be looking and the right one would come along.
I found the perfect house. 5 bed, two bath, garden, conservatory, garage and only 10 mins from campus. One of the group had gone home with 'problems' and didnt want us to look at it without her. We lost it.
I gave up and the weeks went by. Suddenly we found that most of the students houses in our area had gone. My friends went into overdrive, complaining that no one had been organised (huh?) We saw two houses. One was a four bed house (the girl from before had dropped out due to her problems) but we would only have two rooms between us as we would be sharing with an asian family of about 7 people! The other one was being renovated. We went for it and here we are.
Its nice enough. New stuff but very dull magnolia walls we arent allowed to touch. Our friends spent the summer having fun decorating whilst we spent it trying not to put our hands on the walls. The rent is also 300 a month plus ALL bills
I ended up with the box room. I am currently sat in a room that is big enough to fit a bed, wardrobe and a desk. Thats it. I have no storage for my books and the landlord wont let us put shelves up. He wont even do it. Im sleeping in my blokes room (double bed) so I can put stuff on my bed. Its tough when he stays up all night doing essays whilst Im trying to sleep for work the next day. Hes patient with me, bless him.
Thats enough moaning for today. I think I'll end with a poor joke my dad told me.
Two teddy bears are sitting in an airing cupboard. Which ones in the army?
The one sitting on the tank! Arf arf