My flat for next year is GORGEOUS. Well, my room is. It has room for a queen bed and a desk AND space to walk around, as well as large windows. The best part is the adjoining sunroom which is made of windows on one side.
I am blissful.
Note to self:
- need to find fairy lights
- replace shitty electricity saving lightbulb in my touch lamp
- talk to my flatmate about buying her chest of drawers
- maybe find a partition curtain or something of the like between my room and the sunroom
- pick photos to hang from pegs on string heheheh
- nice smelling perfume/scenty things
Also, E. said cute things :)
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Three
busybusybusy. too many things to remember to do.
1. assignment
2. study for EOMT
3. pharm revue practices
4. study for exams
5. get things ready for my APC
6. see the flat on thursday
7. book places for roadtrip
1. assignment
2. study for EOMT
3. pharm revue practices
4. study for exams
5. get things ready for my APC
6. see the flat on thursday
7. book places for roadtrip
Monday, September 12, 2011
Day Three Hundred and Two
ihatelawmyeyesarebleeeeding.
dsfkjsdfjlksdfkjldsflkjdfs.
How it can all be summed up as: be a good caring pharmacist and don't sell stuff to people unless they give consent. And once you have their health information, hide it in a deep hole so no one can access it. Also other pharmacists are watching you, and waiting for you screw up so they can report you to the Pharmacy Council. Don't pretend to be a dentist or a doctor, and be a proud pharmacist.
dsfkjsdfjlksdfkjldsflkjdfs.
How it can all be summed up as: be a good caring pharmacist and don't sell stuff to people unless they give consent. And once you have their health information, hide it in a deep hole so no one can access it. Also other pharmacists are watching you, and waiting for you screw up so they can report you to the Pharmacy Council. Don't pretend to be a dentist or a doctor, and be a proud pharmacist.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Day Three Hundred and One
Today I found a pumpkin outside my front door. There was also a pile of shit. According to my flatmate, it was quite a sizeable heap... so she was certain that either a group of animals or people had decided to gather at the foot of our staircase and take a massive group dump. Luckily, by the time I left the house, the fish and chip shop owners next door had decided to rinse it all out. All I got to see were all the flies buzzing around where the shit had been.
A metaphor perhaps for how the English played the Argentineans last night?
A metaphor perhaps for how the English played the Argentineans last night?
Friday, September 9, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Ninety Nine
George Street studio: big room but pretty manky. I can't deal with mess... so probably not...
Cargill Street studio: more my thing, but no carpark and I don't know the amount of broadband I will get.
Conclusion: I think I will happily flat. The only reservation is the distance... humhumhumhum.
Also, I now see why we signed Sonny Bill Williams. That man passes like a pro. Also, Israel Dagg and Richard Kahui = AWESOME.
Cargill Street studio: more my thing, but no carpark and I don't know the amount of broadband I will get.
Conclusion: I think I will happily flat. The only reservation is the distance... humhumhumhum.
Also, I now see why we signed Sonny Bill Williams. That man passes like a pro. Also, Israel Dagg and Richard Kahui = AWESOME.
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