New House!

We did it, we were approved on the house! Its a downgrade, in many ways, but when you need somewhere to go, anything will do!

Its not a bad house, just very old-school. There is no open plan anything. Every room has its own room, if you understand what I mean. One long hallway down the centre (which reminds me, I need to put up a mirror above the back door, feng shui and all that!), two HUGE bedrooms, one sleepout, a kitchen (very small unfortunately), dining room, tiny bathroom (but at least its an indoor toilet, unlike one of the other houses I looked at!)... Lounge room is a decent size too. There used to be a fireplace there, but it was built in years ago, and the fireplace was turned into a wall-mounted TV stand...


Strangely, they put a power point in the centre of the old fireplace... I can't understand the logic of some people... But hey, its cheaper than the house we are leaving, its 200 metres from a train station, just off the highway, and closer to a few mates. AND it has an oven. The current house does not. Strange that.

catching up...

Ok, after all the busy-ness (I know, I don't even think that is a word!) of the weekend, I finally have two minutes to sit and think, and catch up with myself.

Thursday Night: Lady Gaga Concert... oh my god... She is one of the best live performers I have ever seen, or heard about. The entire concert was a theatrical performance, it had a story, it had smoke machines, fire fountains, 'the fountain of youth', monsters, cars, trees... and that's just the start of it! I absolutely love Pink, and after I saw her concert last year, I didn't believe that I would ever see anything to top it. Lady Gaga made Pink's concert look like a backyard bbq sing-a-long... Highly recommended to everyone... although I do believe that it should have been an 18+ event only.

Friday night: I went to a dancing workshop for a bit of fun. It was a lapdancing workshop, and I realised that I have little to no flexibility! But I had a blast, even though I fell off a chair! It's not something I am every going to use in life, I have no inclination to become a stripper (or 'exotic dancer')... it was just something I did for a laugh, and also because nothing was open on the first Friday night I have had off in a long time.

Saturday night: I worked. It was a flat out night, but all of us waitresses wore bunny rabbit ears, and you can't help but smile when you have 12-inch ears on top of your head! We took a photo out the back, only to realise afterwards that you can see the 'Player' (TAB) sign in the background! We all lost it, but it was a great night.

Sunday night: I went on a cruise! My 'West Australian' Mum talked myself and my housemate into coming on an Easter Cruise, left at 7pm, got back in at around 10pm. It was awesome! I love being on boats, and I had a really good time. After the cruise, Zack (my housemate for those who don't know!) and I decided on a whim that going to the Strippers was a good idea. Funnily enough, he fell in love with the 'Easter Bunny' (one of the dancers). I did too, but only because she gave me chocolate!

Then today happened... I slept until 12... I was meant to start work at 12... oops. I called the boss, he said just to get there as soon as possible. He wasn't mad, mainly because Monday's aren't usually that busy. After I got there though, it got busy. On Mondays, only myself and Deb work the lunch shift, where there are usually 3 people rostered on other days. We normally get out at 2.15, 2.30 at the latest... we didn't get out until 3pm. Not that much of a problem, means a bit more money in my next pay cheque, but I am so tired after last night. Then again, that's my own fault!

So, I am now on a break from work (I have to go back in at 5.45 today, won't get home til about 11), and I should really be doing my catch up study for uni (it's due tomorrow) but I think I might have another snooze and pull an all nighter tonight. What can it hurt? I have No Doze in the cupboard!

Well... Not so good then...

Life sucks at this particular moment in time. I should be over the moon - I went to Lady Gaga last night (absolutely amazing!) and had the time of my life, it's Good Friday so I don't have to work, I'm going to a dancing workshop tonight with some mates... but one phone call yesterday ruined everything.

At precisely 4.45pm, I received a phone call from my landlord. I tried to call him on Monday about renewing our lease, only I couldn't reach him. He informed me yesterday that he wasn't going to be renewing our lease, didn't actually give us a reason why not, just that he 'had other plans for the unit'.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that he let me know. But he let me know at the close of office hours at the start of a LONG WEEKEND!! I can't do a damned thing until Tuesday now, no viewing, no walkthroughs, NOTHING! Why didn't he call me back on Monday and let me know then? I could have had all week to look for somewhere.

I am trying to deal with work, and uni, and now this? Oh, the lease runs out on the 16th of April, but we're allowed to stay here until the 23rd... three weeks from today, at most. I don't even know how to move from rental to rental! Do I get my bond back straight away? Or do I have to wait until after a complete inspection *after* I've moved out? Can I transfer a bond from one property to another? Does it matter that I'm renting privately at the moment and will be switching to a managed property??

Seriously... I want to buy a lottery ticket and win the 20 or 30 Million that's on offer. Then I can just buy the house I want and all will be good. Unfortunately, life doesn't work like that. So... can anyone help me??

... for those interested, I'm going to post again later about Lady Gaga and my dancing thing tonight...

FINALLY!!

After everything that's happened with Uni, I have finished my first major assignment, and am pretty much on my way to hand it in. I have no idea if I have done it correctly, as I missed the cut off date for handing in drafts. I went through a moment of panic when I realised that if I do not reach at least a 'Credit' mark with this, I will have to see the Student Support officer, three one hour sessions, on sticking to criteria and word limits, and etc. For some reason, this thought terrifies me more than actually seeing the mark on my assignment at the end of the Easter Break.

Basically, I am worried that I am going to need to see a tutor. I barely have enough time in the week for everything as it is, and it is only going to get busier. But, as the saying goes, we have to do what we have to do. Besides, it's not like it's going to hurt me to speak to someone about it anyway. It's been a long time since I've had to hand in an essay. It's been a long time since I've actually had to *write* an essay!

God help me... this is one of the times when I sit down and think, 'Why am I doing this to myself?' What sane, sensible person suddenly decides on a whim to undertake a four year pause on their life? Oh yeah, only the other couple of hundred mature-age students attending this Uni as well! That thought doesn't make me feel so bad, as I'm not the eldest person who started Uni this year, nor will I be the eldest to graduate at the end of it. If they can all do it, then so can I.

I know I can be a melodramatic person, but I act before I think. Or in this case, I'm reacting before I've considered all sides of it. In saying that though, I know my limits physically and mentally. I've almost had a breakdown before, and I will not let myself get back to that point again.

I have a great deal of respect for people who are going through things a lot tougher than I have ever had to, my cousin-in-law Viv for example is one of the strongest people I know, along with my mother. They are, and have had, to deal with things that I honestly hope I will never have to. My opinion of them, along with quite a few other people I know, cannot reach higher limits. It does remind me of just how much I have taken for granted during my life.

In saying that though, I know I have come through a lot in life, dealing with an abusive relationship while I was still young, finding out I have a mental disorder that no one seems to know much about, along with a form of dyslexia. I'm not complaining, or whinging about how I wish my life was perfect, as I once would have, because I have come to the realisationg that no one's life is perfect, and I do know that there are people out there who go through a lot more than I ever will. But this is my life, and what has happened in the past has shaped who I am today. I hope it has changed me for the better, but I don't think I am in a position to say that is true. Perhaps in five years, ten years, I can look back and say that I have been changed for the better, but I am too close to the action at this point in time.

Oh wow... I didn't realise I had so much to say... I am an hour away from my last class for the day, I'm getting psyched up for Lady Gaga tonight, my dancing workshop with some work friends tomorrow night, and a cruise on Sunday afternoon... Busy busy Easter!