As most of you probably already know, we had a few problems with our flat a couple of weeks ago- there was a leak in our roof that pooled up in our lounge light, and finally one day it just pretty much exploded, and the light fell off and we had a huge torrent of water (shower water from upstairs... yumyum) that soaked through our carpet and created this godawful smell throughout the whole place.
Anyway, we told the ustay reception, and they sent up a the cleaners with a vacuum (?!?) so we were kinda shitty. And this guy from Salient (the student magazine here) came and did an interview with us so we told him about the leak and stuff, and the next week we had an article all about our flat in the mag, and he kinda exaggerated some stuff but yeah... it dissed Ustay pretty much.
So, surprise surprise, the next day we found four letters in our apartment asking us to come meet the directors for ustay.
Just came back from that meeting and it was such an anti-climax Xx everyone was so amped about going in there, just so full of nervous energy and sophie was totally freaking out, and then it wasn't a big deal or anything, we just talked it all through and yeah... We all thought we were going to get kicked out or something, but the really nervous lady just talked and sophie talked and the rest of us tried not to laugh at the nervous lady.
Pfft.
Such a waste of time...
In other news ... I have none.
Back to my pols essay.
Oh and I might be getting another tattoo on the back of my neck, but I'm not sure. Either that or I'll pierce my nose again.
1 comment:
ahh all this rebellion. Sucks about the flat man, hope that gets fixed for good.
Fingers crossed for double semester of Otago for me :p
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