I CANNOT STAND THESE TALKS, DEAR, THEY ONLY GET US NOWHERE
2011/09/21 § 3 Comments
I’m in my apartment now.
Or, apartment? It’s too tiny to be called that. Got it today, so I am still a bit uncomfortable about the whole “living in a hotel room” thing. I have taken some pictures but I am too lazy to upload them.
All of today I have been running around, either on campus or in the city, to buy printers and sign papers and get student cards and choose cutlery and tell random people in yellow t-shirts that “no, I honestly don’t think you can help me, because the last 7 yellow-t-shirt-people I asked about it had no clue, justletmeout”. And you know the first thing I found in my coffin (/apartment) was? A fucking spider. Don’t leave me hereeeee…
Seeing that I live by myself now, I took a picture representing that, doing something I’ve always told is dangerous and I should keep away from – I know that acting like this is expected when moving out (no, I am not playing with fire, been doing that since I was five)
EDIT: I am sitting here, all alone, eating cereal out of a tester box I got in my welcome pack. People don’t really arrive until Sunday, so I am more or less the only one in the house. There is something ringing in the room next to me. An alarm or something. Annoying. GAAAAAAAH…