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Feb. 25th, 2006 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolMuch as I dislike tags in my own entries, I'm going to use them this month to chronicle Colleen's Adventures With Microgynon 30. No idea why, really, it's just for my own interest, and I won't friendslock it because I'm not going to go into graphic detail (cut it if I will) but erm, there you are.
This is not a post about Colleen's Adventures With Microgynon 30, though. Oh no.
So, I am stressed about housing. I honestly thought I wouldn't get into Albany and I'm hearing all these horror stories about Fife Park - how it's tiny, how it's miles out out, how no one wants to live there, etc, etc. Last night, I crawled into the car with Sarah, Derya and Katie and off we drove.
Actually, it's rather nice. It looks like a little suburban area (parking is a little more difficult that Albany, but it's there) with trees and a little street and a noticeboard and everything. The houses are seperate, unlike the urban sprawl of Albany. It doesn't have a beach, obviously - it's on the other side of St Andrews to Albany - but it's not that seperate. It's right next door to DRA, in fact. This means there's probably a larger student community. Also, a bar! Seriously, though, the houses reminded me of a tiny little holiday village or something - different but not bad.
Of course, none of this answered the question about the houses themselves. So we knocked on someone's door and they let us have a look around.
Bedrooms? Bigger. Furniture? Roughly the same, but minus one chest of drawers (WHERE SHALL I PUT MY SOCKS NOW?) but plus on comfy chair. Bathrooms hideously basic, but that's not a problem because they are here. The kitchen is bigger, with a table, but no lounge. It's all good.
The houses are, well, empty. No one wants to live there. There are whole empty houses and most houses have one or two rooms free. Applying as a five shouldn't be a problem - we spoke to people who applied as a three, that sort of thing, and got in with no issues.
We came home and officially applied and I feel much less stressed right now because I think we have a better chance at getting in to Fife, because I don't know anyone applying for Fife.
So yay! That is sorted!
I celebrated by going and getting pissed at the Bop. It was a proper old-fashioned Bop - not too full until about eleven, so Katie and I got very drunk (I do like cranberry juice) mostly by me pouring vodka into my drink from a bottle I brought with me. God, I'm cheap. We danced like idiots, and they played proper cheesy stuff and it was a thing of goodness, yes. Also we suspect it was unofficial gay night because seriously, man. I've never seen so many gay couples in the union before!
I am very very hungover, though, and stomped downstairs at midday to answer the door to Selda who looked amused at the sight of my in my nightie with eyeliner on. Eeep.
Right. Today I will write that gobbet, do my tutorial reading, do the shopping and go to dancing. First, though, some breakfast might be in order. Left over stir fry or an egg? OH THE DECISION.
~Hathy_Col~
This is not a post about Colleen's Adventures With Microgynon 30, though. Oh no.
So, I am stressed about housing. I honestly thought I wouldn't get into Albany and I'm hearing all these horror stories about Fife Park - how it's tiny, how it's miles out out, how no one wants to live there, etc, etc. Last night, I crawled into the car with Sarah, Derya and Katie and off we drove.
Actually, it's rather nice. It looks like a little suburban area (parking is a little more difficult that Albany, but it's there) with trees and a little street and a noticeboard and everything. The houses are seperate, unlike the urban sprawl of Albany. It doesn't have a beach, obviously - it's on the other side of St Andrews to Albany - but it's not that seperate. It's right next door to DRA, in fact. This means there's probably a larger student community. Also, a bar! Seriously, though, the houses reminded me of a tiny little holiday village or something - different but not bad.
Of course, none of this answered the question about the houses themselves. So we knocked on someone's door and they let us have a look around.
Bedrooms? Bigger. Furniture? Roughly the same, but minus one chest of drawers (WHERE SHALL I PUT MY SOCKS NOW?) but plus on comfy chair. Bathrooms hideously basic, but that's not a problem because they are here. The kitchen is bigger, with a table, but no lounge. It's all good.
The houses are, well, empty. No one wants to live there. There are whole empty houses and most houses have one or two rooms free. Applying as a five shouldn't be a problem - we spoke to people who applied as a three, that sort of thing, and got in with no issues.
We came home and officially applied and I feel much less stressed right now because I think we have a better chance at getting in to Fife, because I don't know anyone applying for Fife.
So yay! That is sorted!
I celebrated by going and getting pissed at the Bop. It was a proper old-fashioned Bop - not too full until about eleven, so Katie and I got very drunk (I do like cranberry juice) mostly by me pouring vodka into my drink from a bottle I brought with me. God, I'm cheap. We danced like idiots, and they played proper cheesy stuff and it was a thing of goodness, yes. Also we suspect it was unofficial gay night because seriously, man. I've never seen so many gay couples in the union before!
I am very very hungover, though, and stomped downstairs at midday to answer the door to Selda who looked amused at the sight of my in my nightie with eyeliner on. Eeep.
Right. Today I will write that gobbet, do my tutorial reading, do the shopping and go to dancing. First, though, some breakfast might be in order. Left over stir fry or an egg? OH THE DECISION.
~Hathy_Col~
