"How can you tell what's going to happen just by that?"*

"FORESHADOWING! I pay attention to the FORESHADOWING!"*


Crap I've just read, trying to get over the "Oh dear god I have no place to live in Leiden and how am I going to find one argh", in the order of hilarious-crap, passable-crap and oh-dear-god-no-crap.

Eragon fanfic:

The Misadventures of Galbatorix and His Minions - hilarious!
Re-writing Eragon - the good crack
Here there be spontaneously compusting pillows, or Galbatorix vs hiccups - humerous crap
Rise - passable, yet short
Shades of Grey - passable crap
Lost and Forgotten Past - crap leik woah
Sweet Rapture - so, so bad


* Radex, "The Misadventures of Galbatorix and His Minions"

If you're going to panic, panic constructively.*

I don't think I can do this.

I've been checking out housing agencies for two hours now. Most need you to register and pay a shitload, but one's quite cheap and doesn't do commisions, so I think I'll give 'em the 12.95 for 10 emails-to-landlords.

Mom suggested yesterday that I do a quick flight to and back to Leiden (ie. Amsterdam, then train to Leiden) and hunt down a room in a couple days.

Why do I feel like I can't do this?

Fuck.

I'm seriously cracking right about now.


* Anon.

We're not playing with much emotion or energy.*

We look like zombies out there.*


I wish I could say I couldn't feel my use-the-mouse fingers, but the truth is, I can, and they hurt, baby. I'm talking wearing the skin down to the bone here.

I've sent 1 letter of interest to a landlord with a nifty room (furnished! interneted! not expensive!). This leaves me with 9 responses left to me. There's 3 other rooms that look nice, but none of them are furnished. I really totally need them to be furnished, but can suck it up and sleep on an inflatable matress and work on my suitcase if needs be.

I'm past the teary panic** and have entered The Zone. Which feels a lot like blank acceptance and painful trudging through vast expanses of snowy tundra, but what the hell.

Right now, after 4 hours of this shite, I'm going to go buy something for lunch. Not like I've actually had breakfast, though. Reheating your coffee 3 times doesn't count as breakfast.


* Chris O'Connor
** Which reached its highest point with the "OMFG where the fuck is the visa" moment, followed by the, "where the fuck is the new visa", "how the fuck do I activate this card" and then the, "sorry I'm waking you up at 7 am, dad, but, um, is this card activated already?".