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[tilly_stratford]

Her eyes had the fire of surrender
And her touch it was tender
And I guess in a moment as that
You forget about your hat

So yeah, time for a major update!

Naw, I still haven't gotten hold of my laptop, but now at least the place that's repairing it is letting me borrow another one. Crappy though it is, it's possible to logon to the net with it in my room.

So, let's do this thoroughly. Yes.



My new home:

Actually, sharing a kitchen with four strangers isn't that bad, even though three of them are boys. And the guy with the room right across mine, K., is adorable. He can tell you anything you need to know about sticklebacks, he has a budgie called Bird, and plays the guitar. Then there's the non-descript guy and the nondescript girl, and the Vampire. In the two months I've lived here, I still haven't met the Vampire. I've know he's there, because at night he plays opera (loudly) and a keyboard (badly).

My room is thankfully bigger than my cell at the academy, and as a moving out-present, my mother bought me lovely new furniture. I should be tidying up the place, but you know what? I finally have a laptop and a connection. It can wait.



My new job:

Not far from here, I work at a bookshop. It's in a football stadium, of all things. It is big but still a bit cramped, there's only one small bookcase for English books, and the aircondition hasn't worked in years. But you know; good, honest work. Hopefully I'll hang onto it for several years.

Oh yeah, the Harry Potter sale wasn't as horrible as everyone thought it would be. No one was there when I opened the shop, and we hardly got any lines at all. Well, it was to be expected, since we're such a local store. I guess several of the people arund here don't know we excist.

So yeah, that's working out satisfactorily.



School and such:

I didn't get into the vet nurse class. I'm a bit gutted about that. I didn't even get into English. I mean, I had some of the best grades in my class, how could this happen? I was accepted into Feminism though, so I guess that'll be what I'll be doing this year. Along taking some classes again, to improve the few Cs I did have.

It's a bitch knowing what you want to be, you know. I won't settle for anything less, not in a million years. As I see it, I have three choices: A) I'll improve my grades and my education points until I'm accepted into the Norwegian veterinary school. B) I'll get a job as a vet assistant, which will make me eligible for the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons in London. Or C) I'll get into the Veterinary School of Danmark.

C is by far the most promising alternative, as I've heard it's much easier to get into than the shool in Norway. Only one problem though: I really, really don't want to study in Denmark. I have far less understanding of the Danish language than most of my friends and, well, I don't really want to live there for any long period of time.

We'll see. Hopefully I'll get hold of a guidance counsellor and see if he can illuminate my problem.


So; Internet, you shiny shiny temptation. What to do? I think I'll catch up on some Doctor Who. The last episode I caught was the Shakespeare code, you know. And even that's as far as I've gone, I already adore the new Master. Aww. Evil Timelord, you cutie you.

Final hijack: I had this wacky dream a few weeks ago, I just remembered it. You see, I was playing on this swingset with John Barrowman. Easy as that. He asked if I wanted to come to this party he was throwing and I accepted because, dude: John Barrowman. (Though I have to admit, even in my dream I was thinking, "Whoa, hang on. Isn't he married? And gay?") It turned out it was a big family party with kids running all over the place, and I found out the only reason he had asked me was so I could do the dishes. And I did them, getting increasingly furious alone in his big kitchen while everybody was in the next room having fun. Eventually he came back carrying a big plastic bag and said it was a present from his old Austrian uncle. It was full of gooseberries, most of which were squashed. I smacked him and ran out.

That Barrowman. What an asshole.

Comments

[fyrdrakken]

Congrats on the job and flat, and I'm sorry the school thing seems to be at a minor impasse. Definitely a good idea to try consulting with someone who might have a better grasp of how to get where you want to go -- the trick is figuring out whether the guidance counselor you talk you actually knows what you need to learn about.

[tilly-stratford.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-) Hopefully I'll find a good guidance counselor eventually. Right now I'm waiting with my fingers crossed hoping that enough people will decline the school offer so I can zoom in and take their place. The final word will come on Saturday.