Not much on at the moment so this might be a bit boring.

To those of you still here,

We didn't get the house we wanted but we've also discovered that the 'snug pads' company isn't quite as friendly as it seems.

The friday night exodus took place earlier in which pretty much the whole house dissappears (bloody Mancs :) ) leaving a hardcore few (two burtonians, a londoner and a welsh/manc hybrid) A combination of revising, working and sleeping ruled the other 3 out for the night so I sat around for a bit, then sat some more. Had another big sit and then walked upstairs for an apple.

Hopefully a job is on the cards. A customer service agent for Europcar, a car rental company. I think and hope it involves a lot of driving :D

Oh ffs, the arsehole next door has just started his daily Ibiza impersonation. I swear that he's gonna fail uni cos he's up til 5 every morning pretending to be judge bloody jules with his gang of druggie mates. Thats not music it's just the sound produced by one simpleton and a computer. What a fuckwit. If it's still on at 4 I might have to do something about it,. wish me luck.