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So here's another non-update.
I'm freezing my itty bitty fingers off at the same internet cafe (only with a much suckier internet connection). I've checked out the latest rooms and have zilch. Why? Because either they're not furnished, or I can't register at town hall with that address or it's to rent in bloody November of mid-September.
My mentor (aka buddy) from Leiden, who's been assigned to me to show me around and make my introdcution to the city and university a bit smoother, is on holidays until Sept. 2, by which time I do not need a mentor at all, thank you very much.
The university housing's being an even bigger jerk that before, when they failed to attatch forms they preomised. Now they're all, "We haven't heard from you in ages, ever since we told you that you didn't have housing." Naturally, I sent them a, "What the flying fucakroos, people, I've sent tons of emails and the bloody form."
In the end, we won't be taking themidnight train to Georgia night train to Barcelona tonight, but rather the whole-freakin'-day bus tomorrow, because all the trains were full 'till Tuesday.
A highschool friend of mine, who changed her email address without notice, meaning I haven't been able to contact her in years, just sent me a message on Facebook. Wtf, people, wtf. That's 3 highschool folks who've skipped out of my life without so much as a goodbye that just out of the blue send me a Facebook message asking to friend. She'll be getting a reply in a loooong while.
So yeah, that's it for now. Still freaking the fuck out, as you can tell. Occasionally I have incredibly optimistic moments, where I think that this is all very doable and that I'll soon be chugging down herrings and walzting through tulips or whatnot. Other times I despair and hunker down in my little dingy tied down at the moat, staring out at the dark strom-filled horizon and foam-tipped waves in fear.
* "Life Is A Rollercoaster" by Ronan Keating
I'm freezing my itty bitty fingers off at the same internet cafe (only with a much suckier internet connection). I've checked out the latest rooms and have zilch. Why? Because either they're not furnished, or I can't register at town hall with that address or it's to rent in bloody November of mid-September.
My mentor (aka buddy) from Leiden, who's been assigned to me to show me around and make my introdcution to the city and university a bit smoother, is on holidays until Sept. 2, by which time I do not need a mentor at all, thank you very much.
The university housing's being an even bigger jerk that before, when they failed to attatch forms they preomised. Now they're all, "We haven't heard from you in ages, ever since we told you that you didn't have housing." Naturally, I sent them a, "What the flying fucakroos, people, I've sent tons of emails and the bloody form."
In the end, we won't be taking the
A highschool friend of mine, who changed her email address without notice, meaning I haven't been able to contact her in years, just sent me a message on Facebook. Wtf, people, wtf. That's 3 highschool folks who've skipped out of my life without so much as a goodbye that just out of the blue send me a Facebook message asking to friend. She'll be getting a reply in a loooong while.
So yeah, that's it for now. Still freaking the fuck out, as you can tell. Occasionally I have incredibly optimistic moments, where I think that this is all very doable and that I'll soon be chugging down herrings and walzting through tulips or whatnot. Other times I despair and hunker down in my little dingy tied down at the moat, staring out at the dark strom-filled horizon and foam-tipped waves in fear.
* "Life Is A Rollercoaster" by Ronan Keating
