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Just hang on and suffer well.*
Aug. 27th, 2007 03:53 pmAm bone-weary, a myriad of aches and a well of uncried tears.
Alberto, the friend of the sister of the friend of my mother,is adorable and wonderful and fun and spontaneous and unfortunately too old for me (and/or gay). Met up with him Sunday (finally, after waiting all Saturday for him to call and thus walking around in circles in Amsterdam), and two of his friends yesterday and talked a good while, which was nice because I'm been doing nothing but walking and walking and talking to hardly anyone and I'd be terribly lonely if I weren't so fucking tired all the time.
He's all for my signing up at town hall with his address, but today, at the Intl. Office asking for papers and how-to's, they tell me that I won't be barred from the university if I don't manage to register at the town hall by the 30th. Which would have been nice to know before. I'd be angry, but again, too tired. So I've got to call and say that we'll stall the process for now.
On the other hand, still looking for housing. All the agencies at Leiden have nothing (except for one, which has two rooms, unfirnished, which I've signed up to see on Thursday, if the probably-highly-uninformative Information Session at the uni doesn't take ages). I'm going to call an agency at Den Haag (The Haye, capital of this itty land) to see if they have anything.
Hostel at the beach takes almost as long to get to as Amsterdam-Leiden, and if waaay more iffy. Though the fact that I got the designated pothead at the reception (which is the bar) did wonders for first impressions.
Oh, lookit, still have 8 minutes.
So, in conclusion, I am very, very tired in every way possible (that's physically, emotionally, mentally and any other -ally you'd care to add). I don't have a place to live. I have a constant back- and shoulder-ache from walking miles and miles with a heavy backpack. And today, I've kept breaking down into tears because you can really only take so much stiff-upper-lip and chin-up mentality.
6 minutes.
I don't know what to do, people.
PS: Ma's coming up to give me a hug on her way to Toronto on Friday.
"Suffer Well", Depeche Mode
Alberto, the friend of the sister of the friend of my mother,is adorable and wonderful and fun and spontaneous and unfortunately too old for me (and/or gay). Met up with him Sunday (finally, after waiting all Saturday for him to call and thus walking around in circles in Amsterdam), and two of his friends yesterday and talked a good while, which was nice because I'm been doing nothing but walking and walking and talking to hardly anyone and I'd be terribly lonely if I weren't so fucking tired all the time.
He's all for my signing up at town hall with his address, but today, at the Intl. Office asking for papers and how-to's, they tell me that I won't be barred from the university if I don't manage to register at the town hall by the 30th. Which would have been nice to know before. I'd be angry, but again, too tired. So I've got to call and say that we'll stall the process for now.
On the other hand, still looking for housing. All the agencies at Leiden have nothing (except for one, which has two rooms, unfirnished, which I've signed up to see on Thursday, if the probably-highly-uninformative Information Session at the uni doesn't take ages). I'm going to call an agency at Den Haag (The Haye, capital of this itty land) to see if they have anything.
Hostel at the beach takes almost as long to get to as Amsterdam-Leiden, and if waaay more iffy. Though the fact that I got the designated pothead at the reception (which is the bar) did wonders for first impressions.
Oh, lookit, still have 8 minutes.
So, in conclusion, I am very, very tired in every way possible (that's physically, emotionally, mentally and any other -ally you'd care to add). I don't have a place to live. I have a constant back- and shoulder-ache from walking miles and miles with a heavy backpack. And today, I've kept breaking down into tears because you can really only take so much stiff-upper-lip and chin-up mentality.
6 minutes.
I don't know what to do, people.
PS: Ma's coming up to give me a hug on her way to Toronto on Friday.
"Suffer Well", Depeche Mode
