The last two weeks have been pretty awful. Starting with dental issues and being short staffed during the busiest week of work ever and having no prospective houses to look at to ease my rental crisis during the first week, continuing through to the most horrible week I’ve ever spent in sydney and no chance to avoid all the pilgrim arseholes swarming the city. Friday found me out in parra having dinner and counselling a friend over a recent traumatic experience she had. And saturday I woke up too late to go see the one really viable place to rent that was showing. So even though I had this great outfit worked out for kooky (somehow managing to combine the twin themes of wearing black, in protest against the pope, and neon for the winter wonderland), I just could not bring myself to be bothered trekking in for a night of conversations about a) my depressing rental crisis, and b) pilgrims.
I was also trying to avoid that pilgrim flu thats been going around. And the pilgrim gastro.
So saturday was pretty much a nothing day, compared to what my plans for it were. And sunday, well sunday was better in that I actually did what I planned to do, which was go to the gym. but that’s not exactly a ravingly great experience that I’d been looking forward to, more just my regular thing that I do.
So I wouldn’t term it a failure of a weekend, but more that circumstances conspired to make it a largely unsuccessful one. But at least I’ve got an outfit to wear next weekend, to what ever I happen to make it to.
I don’t care if you walk around with your religion on your sleve. It’s when its splashed on the light poles, and the buses, and the train stations, and the television, and the newspapers, and the parks, and pretty much damn everywhere that it starts to get to me. And its starting to get to me. WYD has been slowly filling me with rage for the past few months now, damn fucking catholics, taking over our city, getting all sorts of special benefits just cuz there’s a lot of them. its pisses me right off. And now there’s people to go with all the damn advertising. They’re really not even trying to pretend that it not just a big money spinner for the catholics are they. Can’t wait til its over, wish they’d all just fuck off now.
So last saturday I went house hunting, and found this absolutely beautiful one bedroom art deco apartment in peterham. It was stunning. Which found me on sunday running around getting my shit together to put in an application on the place. Which found me at work at 8am on monday morning, hurridly scanning things onto computer, because they don’t accept faxed applications! So, I put together this pretty sweet email, attached all my documents in pdf format, and sent it off to the real estate agent, hoping they’d pick me.
I loved this place, it was so good I actually dreamt about living there every night from saturday when i first saw it, through til last night. I even found myself fantasizing about men doing naughty things to me in the apartment, when I was having special me time. And yes, it was hotter cuz it was in that apartment. So anyway, I get to today, and I get a call from the real estate agent. Yep, you guessed it, I didn’t get the apartment.
but… appearently they loved my application, and Sylvia, the property manager, told Amy, the real estate peon, to make sure she called me because there is another apartment in the building coming up in two weeks, and they wanted to keep my application in perference for that apartment, so if I liked it I wouldn’t have to put in a new application.
Now, is it just me, or is that just a little weird? I had no idea I had somehow made the transition from scungey student renter to professional urban renter. Have I crossed that mythical line where real estate agents no longer treat me like something they scraped off the bottom of their shoe, and was now a preferred reliable tenent? Can that even happen in Sydney? Its freaking me out.
Did your last kiss mean anything? Nothing special
How old is the last person you kissed? I don’t think I asked.
Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? Nope.
What woke you up this morning? Tooth ache
Your current relationship status? Single
What is your current mood? Satisfied
What shirt are you wearing? Bonds T.
Are you crazy? Can be, but more silly crazy, not so much psycho crazy.
What was the highlight of your week? I actually really enjoyed that personal training session on sunday.
What are you listening to? The Presets,
How long is your hair? short.
Last thing you ate? Mum’s meat pie.
Are you happy right now? ’spose.
Are you wearing make-up? Nup.
What were you doing at 11:30 last night? Going to bed.
What are you looking forward to in the next three months? Place of my own, getting tattoo for my birthday
What did you do today? Applied for a lease on a beautiful art deco apartment in petersham, all my work, go to the gym, double booked my thursday evening.
Do you like to smile? among other things.
What time do you usually wake up on the weekends? 9am generally.
What are you wearing? runners, work pants, wool jacket.
If you could live somewhere else, where would it be? London, New York, Ballina etc
Do you like your phone? Much better than my last one.
Do you ever keep arguing even when you know you’re wrong? Can’t remember the last time I was wrong 
Last time you took a nap? Saturday, after some beers and codeine.
Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? Maybe, but i’m sure there’ll be reconnection. people get busy, and who can blame them?
When was the last time you cried really hard? A while ago, maybe a year or two. I cry a little more often now though.
Who was the last person who texted you? My Personal Trainer.
What is your natural hair color? brown.
Can you play guitar hero? Nope
Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Warm, and sunny.
What do you currently smell like? sweaty
Last thing you bought? Protein Shake
Have you ever shared a drink with anyone? der.
How much money do you have on you? $10 I think
Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be? Not really, which is kinda boring.
Do you burn easily in the sun? Can do, have done.
Where did your last hug take place? In my parent’s kitchen.
Where were you raised? South-west Sydney.
It’s been almost a week since I fled the psycho housemate, and gosh, being west is just so much not fun. One has to get up much earlier and travel much further in much more unpleasent conditions, just to get to the same spot that a sunny stroll down tree lined streets used to get me to. Oh well. Re-adjusting to public transport is trying at best.
Muchly thanks goes out to friends who’ve let me know of possible share housing options. It’s totally appreciated, but me thinks I’m wedded to the idea of my own place for a while at least. I’ve got two likely places coming up at the end of the month, one down in marrickville, which seems kind of the grown-up option, but is far away, another in stanmore, which is much closer to work/newtown/life, but more expensive. Neither is available til the end of the month, and things the way they are I’ll probably miss out on both, but its nice to know there are options even in this rental market. Of course, there is always the option of moving to other parts of sydney, such as the east…
