So I got up to get ready for work this morning only to find blood smeared over half the bathroom because flatmate had a nosebleed last night and didn’t clean up after himself. We’re talking both sides of the door, the sink and the toilet.
Does he want me to kill him?
I am so close to murder. Both me and boyfriend have been away for a few days, so I get back to the flat today to find flatmate has left his GROUND FLOOR STREET SIDE window OPEN, his laptop and computer completely visible and his bedroom door wide open on to a completely empty flat, and gone out.
I am so damn tempted to steal his laptop and hide it somewhere just to teach him a goddamn lesson. But he leaves in 4 days. For good.
Cannot come quick enough.
Well, the college I applied to called me today. Not to tell me they had accepted me onto the course, but to ask if I was sure I wanted to do that one, because they could totally squeeze me into the Computing BSc course if I wanted.
I explained that, no, I wasn’t looking to get another bachelors degree, because of money and time reasons. Still, I assume this is a good sign that I’m going to get onto the course I applied for if they’re offering to get me on a full degree program instead.
Officially applied for an introductory course in software development programming. The masters isn’t going to happen for a good while, so I’m shifting gears entirely.
If it works out, I’ll be starting college next month.
My lack of caring about sports has gone from apathetic to aggressive now that I’ve had to drag a suitcase through the Glasgow city centre around even more tourists than normal thanks to the Commonwealth Games opening tonight.
Not only is there more people, the city council has also set up “pretty” barriers in the middles of streets, which, given that no one seems to want to walk faster than tortoise speed and in much narrower spaces than usual meant that changing stations became a lot more frustrating than normal. Especially given the fact that it’s well over 20 degrees today.
Also, a woman nearly cut the back of my ankle open flinging her suitcase up onto the train without letting me actually get on first and gave me a dirty look instead of apologising.