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This housing thing is just a huge issue at the moment. I’ve almost escaped the place I’ve been living at, in that I’m fully packed and waiting for the movers on saturday, meanwhile i’m living out of a backpack at my parents house. I’ve culled everything I own down to one suitcase and another packback to live out off while I’m here for the next few weeks, and everything else is in boxes. I’m probably the most prepared that i’ve ever been for the actual process of moving, all I have left to pack is my groceries, and my half a bottle of honey flavoured 42 below vodka (mmm… vodka…). I must not leave the vodka behind.

Now begins the gruelling process of finding a new place to live. Which will involve a) early saturday mornings, and b) not spending any money. Which is gonna suck muchly, cuz it seems after the relative lack of things on in June, everything is happening in July, and I’m not just talking that week we’ll spend making balloon animals out of condoms for the catholics when they come for that world pregnancy festival (maybe it was only in my area, but I went to a catholic highschool, and girls always got pregnant at the catholic youth group camp in the middle of the year. Do they really think sending thousands of catholic kids halfway round the world to spend a week without parental supervision wont result in a few immaculate conceptions? "No mum, it wasn’t billy, it was god!" Umm, surely the catholics know that catholics breed like catholics, you’d think!). But anyway, back to my point, much happening in July, and me able to spend very little money, and having to be up early on saturdays. It makes for a not very happy camper.

But, some good stuff is happening. I moved desks at work today, and now I’m next to a window, with heaps of natural light. It may not sound like much, but i’m one of those people whose moods get seriously affected by the amount of sun they get, or lack of it. So I spent today all bouncy and happy, which was a welcome relief. Helps me think I can get through all  this housing crap without resorting to going all emo, dying my hair black and listening to my chemical romance while drawing scars on my wrists with sharpie ink (god love emo kids).  Oh, and I’m getting a pay rise. Which is my second pay rise in the three months I’ve been working in my new job. Which, combined with the new tax cuts, makes me think I might be able to afford the horrendous amount of rent I’ll have to pay in order to not live with a psycho flatmate. Now if only I could find someplace…