1732 (21/9/2014)MEDIUMgeorge is basically bouncing around like a very excited small child. who is also drunk. we haven’t left the flat today. he isn’t actually drunk. escape countdown: maybe 6 days, maybe 9 days.

1732 (21/9/2014)

MEDIUM

george is basically bouncing around like a very excited small child. who is also drunk. we haven’t left the flat today. he isn’t actually drunk. 

escape countdown: maybe 6 days, maybe 9 days.

waltron:

entertainment

waltron:

all me and dani say to each other is ‘do you want snacks?’ and ‘i hate this fucking town’ all the time we need some external input here everything is so fucking boring helppppp

and you know what: I do want snacks but there isn’t a single shop open in this town right now

also this, where my mum is openly mocking my selfie facewhich: yeah, fair enough

also this, where my mum is openly mocking my selfie face

which: yeah, fair enough

So when do you move in? Also, I bumped into your mum and she said you had a second interview. How’d it go?

we move in on saturday, hopefully! we’re still waiting for some referencing stuff to go through because it took the referencing company a while to realise that george’s dad is self employed and had therefore filled out the form as himself and his employer, and now they want more stuff from him. should be okay though. 

and yeah she did mention. it’s next tuesday, though. :)

found an old (512mb, aww) SD card and like if this isn’t the best summary of me at 17 I don’t know what is

i hadn’t seen the second picture for years but i look very fierce and swooshy for someone who has just stuck her head in a freezer

that post where the person is all “fucking welsh language” is on george’s dash again and i can’t deal with this it still makes me really mad

like
"fucking colours man: they aren’t the same in welsh as they are in english!! what the fuck is that??? the numbers SOUND DIFFERENT??? FUCKING HELL. WALES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. IT’S ALMOST LIKE YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LANGUAGE. UGH."

humhummingbird replied to your post “i am very sad and stressed and scared”

only a week til ur at least in a nice place closer to ppl. what did ur landlord say?

I only just got through to him. he was fine with it, but obviously we’ve still gotta pay until someone moves in. which they might not. ever. 

(the other flat we viewed in may (similar size/budget) is still on rightmove, listed as available)

1731 (20/9/2014)gooood evening. this town is making me actually lose my mind.there’s only a week left until we move to birmingham, for which i am eternally grateful, but i can’t stop thinking about how we’re still going to have to pay £800 a month for the flat here, too, until february, unless someone else takes it. which they probably won’t. because this town is incredibly boring and this flat has sloping floors. we can’t actually afford this, but we can afford to stay here even less, so. this is the quietest town I’ve ever been to, and the least welcoming, too. I don’t know what it is about it. the newsletter is all “we pride ourselves on being a friendly town” and I can’t walk down the high-street without at least one person being fantastically rude to me. we don’t even know anyone. it is so, so miserable. it’s so bad that even leaving in a week doesn’t make me feel better because i still have to be here for a week.I am drained, drained, drained. the good news is that I’m still a member of all of the surrounding areas facebook groups from when I was running the fucking snail bakery’s social media, and so here is a gem from one of those. I think I might give it a miss. https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/superhealing-with-barefoot-doctor-sort-yourself-right-out-in-a-night-barefoot-doctor-heals-you-tickets-12429678503

1731 (20/9/2014)

gooood evening. this town is making me actually lose my mind.

there’s only a week left until we move to birmingham, for which i am eternally grateful, but i can’t stop thinking about how we’re still going to have to pay £800 a month for the flat here, too, until february, unless someone else takes it. which they probably won’t. because this town is incredibly boring and this flat has sloping floors. 

we can’t actually afford this, but we can afford to stay here even less, so. 

this is the quietest town I’ve ever been to, and the least welcoming, too. I don’t know what it is about it. the newsletter is all “we pride ourselves on being a friendly town” and I can’t walk down the high-street without at least one person being fantastically rude to me. we don’t even know anyone. it is so, so miserable. it’s so bad that even leaving in a week doesn’t make me feel better because i still have to be here for a week.

I am drained, drained, drained. 

the good news is that I’m still a member of all of the surrounding areas facebook groups from when I was running the fucking snail bakery’s social media, and so here is a gem from one of those. I think I might give it a miss. https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/superhealing-with-barefoot-doctor-sort-yourself-right-out-in-a-night-barefoot-doctor-heals-you-tickets-12429678503