Do you still think that way about me now?

I hate my supervisor.

I'm supposed to submit my thesis on 15 September. A tight enough schedule, seeing how I only finished the first draft of (what was to be) my last chapter three weeks ago and have an introduction to revise and two other chapters to be tidied. Do you know what the bastard wants now? (Hint: there's a clue in the above.)

...

A fourth chapter.

Because, at an estimated 60 000-odd words, the thesis as it stands is not long enough.

*tears hair out*
*buys voodoo doll*
*sticks multiple, multiple pins in it*

On top of that, he's reminded of the HEE-OWGE problem of finding somewhere (affordable) to live next year. He's offering me a part-time post as a research assistant to help organise promotional stuff/exhibitions to do with his project on Our Mutual Friend. But whether I take it depends on whether I get enough teaching out of the school next year, which I'll hear nothing about till September when they have a budget and a better idea of student numbers and permanent staff available. I need to know I'll get enough to pay rent, food, electricity etc., cos the research job won't be paying enough. And then there's the horror of finding a place or, more importantly, the people and ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

I almost hope they don't give me teaching, so I can say, "Sorry, can't afford it," and just continue to live at home where I have few to no expenses.

Adult life is too complicated.

Accommodation for next year is settled. Leaonia decided she wanted to look further afield, I e-mailed the Accommodation people, and I got a letter this morning offering me a room in Mount Charles, which is one of two exclusive-to-postgrads houses. For the summer months I'm going to sub-let from my brother (if he can remember the number of the house!).

The handwriting meme looks interesting, but I am scanner-less and webhost-less lol. I would love to get my handwriting analysed, by all the proper psychological guidelines and stuff.

Ugh, Tricia. It's too early in the morning to be patronised by her.

Leon is in SCOTLAND!!! ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! *Bangs his head off a brick wall* If you were going away, WHY didn't you get back to me?!? Ok, so I know he's got other stuff on, I imagine he's in Scotland for a conference where he's probably giving a paper, plus he's got his usual teaching and admin duties here at Queen's, but STILL. He's the one freaked me out with unsolicited e-mails and phone calls, pushing me to have the stuff ready for after Easter, and then when I finally deliver, he DOESN'T TELL ME ANYTHING!!!!

House hunting is still blah. It's getting me down. Stupid expensive places that aren't worth the money. I was in a place yesterday that didn't have cable. Didn't have cable!!! Every house I've rented before had cable. I paid, what, £120 a month for Meadowbank Place, and it had cable; I'm not paying £210 for no cable. (Television is important to me, ok? It probably shouldn't be, but I realised yesterday that yeah, TV is very VERY important to me.) There are just so few 2-bed properties available at the moment. And then I need somewhere to live by July 1st, and everyone is looking either for a immediate let, or a date in August and September.

And I'm still not 100% convinced about living with Leaonia.

Going this evening to look at a flat on the Botanic side of Queen's. The landlord was very scary. He was really brusque with me on the phone, and when I asked him for the address (so I could take a look at the building from the outside), he nearly leapt down my throat!!! "I'm not telling you that, because you're not going to get viewing it without me there, no way, you can't get to see it." And then he was all, "And no parties either, I'm very very strict about that," and I'm like, "Are you going to be living with me?" Yeesh. He was so rude and ... SCARY!!!

Ooooh! This is niiiiiicccce. *Settles in* It's all velvety and maroonish and decadent-esque. Makes me think of deep fur throws and satin bed sheets, heheh >:) And I like my title change *looks pleased* Aww, I love Eed. She makes me feel speshafull!

Was phoning some landlords last night, and I may have found an apartment on Ulsterville!!! I walk past it all the time, so I stopped this morning to have a good look at it. It looks sound enough from the outside, and it has nice large windows, which means high ceilings, which means it should feel pretty roomy, yay! Ooh, ooh, and it has a little balcony-type thing! *Ska-wheel!* (:DDDDDDDDD You can crawl out the window and sit on top of someone else's window lol! It'll be £210 a month, which isn't so bad; I won't begrudge them the extra tenner if it's a good place. And damn, will it be easy to move to! It's just round the corner and up the road a bit.

The only thing I didn't like about the outside was that it didn't have any fence/hedge/wall to enclose the front yard, but meh, I can live with it, it's the top floor apartment so the lack of something to hide behind is not my problem.

I promised myself I wouldn't get too excited in case the inside is completely shitty, but it looks so nice from the outside, and the area is good, and it's just so damn convenient all round, that I can't help getting my hopes up.

On a completely different note, I lost another unique interest, "19th century britain" to some girl. But I'm ok with it this time, cos I replaced it with another unique interest: "joe pantoliano's sexy hat!" >:DDDD

[What just happened?! I had an entry almost written and all of a sudden, it disappears and I'm looking at Sparkler's last journal entry! All I did was touch the roller button on the mouse.]

So. I'm going to meet Mark's nurse for the first time today. We're going to view the flat on Wellesley Av. It's actually next door to the place I used to live.

Yeah, I'm anxious about it. I don't know this girl at all. We know about each other only at third hand - Mark knows someone who knows her. And there's only the two of us, so I'm thinking, that's pretty intense living arrangements. I'm used with groups of four or five. With just two people, I hope we don't start banging each other against the walls.

At some stage, I want to interrogate her Twenty Questions-style, to try and worm out any possible conflict areas before we actually move in together. I don't want her thinking I'm this horribly blunt person (I'm not; if anything, I tend to repress and not talk about things), but I'd rather learn whether we could annoy each other now and make some kind of arrangement to circumvent it. I think she's already a little alarmed by me. I talked to her on the mobile for the first time yesterday, and I was like, "Well, yes I'm looking for a house, I heard about you through my brother, I've already got a couple of possibilities here, when would you be available for viewings, I'll get it all arranged." And she was kinda like, "...Oh. OK. You sure you're alright with this?" I don't want to scare her off any more than I have to, because (a) I have to share with someone, there's no way I can afford to rent on my own and (b) if I lived on my own, I would go nuts. The bad kind of nuts, the certifiable kind of nuts, not just my usual nuts, which I am all the time anyway and which I rather enjoy.

"Conflict areas." I sound like a marriage counsellor! *bangs head against the desk*

Oh, and here's that thing I nicked from Sparkler:

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?

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Well, shopping yesterday turned into a book-buying spree!!! Hey, I couldn't help it; Waterstones had a 3 for 2 sale on, how was I supposed to resist?!?

Pamela went swimming last night :/ Which means that Janet will not be here tonight to distract them with endless chatter so I can watch CSI and Criminal Intent without feeling like I'm hogging the TV. Not that there's anything which they would want to watch on at that time anyway; I've checked, and CSI and CI are the only decent programmes on. Maybe they'll just go to bed early instead *looks hopeful* They did that last week, and I watched my shows in blissful peace. Aaaaahhh.

Filled out a form for Queen's accommodation. I'm not totally keen on the idea of moving into halls, especially Elms, even if they do have that spanking new village complex thang going on.

Mark phoned me last night. He knows a girl who is looking for a house; she's a nurse so she'd be looking at the same area I would be interested in - Lisburn Road, Malone Road, maybe Stranmillis at a stretch. He said he would pass her my number.

8 Ulsterville Drive is gone. Our landlord already has a settlement made with a bunch of new tenants. How quick was that?!? I suppose that one of the new tenants being his GP's daughter helps. One of their dads is supposed to be coming round to see the house himself this evening. I should be there to let him in.

And now I should go back to the house for lunch, cos our freezer needs defrosting but is too full of stuff which needs to be eaten.

Oh! I got invited to Lesley's baptism! Yay! She's going to brave the Big Dip! (This is important, cos she doesn't like getting water up her nose, and if she does, she'll start kicking the minister >XD.)