Is That Phone Broken?

Today I have a nice little story for you all. It's a story about my flatmate.

On my birthday the battery on my mobile died, so I asked if she could put my sim card in her phone. It wouldn't work. When she put her own sim back in the phone it still wouldn't work. We thought it was broken. 4 weeks later she finally gets around to taking it to some phone shop to be fixed. The man looks at it. Takes the sim out. Puts the sim in the right way. The phone works. Complete and total humilation. I'd like to add that my flatmate is also a medical student. Oh the future of tomorrow's doctors.Tee hee hee

On a completely unrelated note, I survived the long drive. Woo! It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Roundabouts as usual were a nightmare. I hate roundabouts. I don't think I did anything particularly stupid while I was driving though, so I feel pretty good. I even managed to do 2 left reversing around corners, and to do them pretty well if you ask me.

Back to packing tomorrow. Joy. Won't have my new flat keys in time to give these ones back so I'm going to have to move all my stuff back home and then to my new flat. Not impressed.

Lily xXx

Packing Nightmare

I've found something else to stress about. Moving house. Argh!

Not only do I seem to permenantly be at the solicitor reading over something I completely don't understand, but the whole packing business is not fun. Got to my flat last night and it was such a mess. So instead of organising my stuff and starting to pack I've been cleaning. Not impressed. As I have to go see the solicitors who are in my home town tomorrow morning I have about 4 hours of actual packing left. So basically I'm going to get bugger all done today. So unimpressed. What impressed me least was the huge overflowing smelly bag of rotting rubbish. Ew ew ew ew ew ew.

Technically I can't blame this on anyone and I'm pretty sure a good 1/3 of this mess is mine as much as anyone else's but why oh why can't I have a little house elf!?

On a lighter yet scarier note I went to see a play last night. It was called Haunted and it was in a really little theatre. Overall it was good, albeit a little hard to follow at times, but that could be because I was very tired. The actress who played Kat Slater in Eastenders was in it, and she was really good. She played a mother of two children in a haunted flat who was having some friends over for dinner. The story was complicated by the fact she had a nervous breakdown and kept complaining of voices she could hear. It led to a big discussion with my flatmate afterwards as to whether she was mentally ill or the place was haunted. Noone was quite sure when it ended so noone clapped for ages which was fairly amusing. The seats at the theatre were really squeaky and uncomfortable, which was irritating as everyone was wriggling to get comfy and just making loads of noise. Irritating wriggly people!

Anyway I really should be packing right about now, as blogging is not going to help me get all my belongings into bags and boxes. I'm not sure how I've managed to accumulate so much junk.

Lily xXx