Friday 1st July

Hi.
I can't write this lately because I'm finding myself so thoroughly boring.
Last weekend I went house hunting. It was crap. The housing conditions are SERIOUSLY depressing, particularly for the price. And it makes me physically sick that I paid £75 to a company to help me find a place and have received the worst service I've ever experienced in my life. I'm so upset I'm considering writing derogatory letters about them to every publication that might print it. ie. AVOID USING FLATLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bizarrely, the tiny place Shane lives in is heaven compared to what else is around.
This was also the day my phone was stolen, out of my backpack, whilst it was on my back, I suspect, on the bus home. And no, while everyone has asked, the simple fact is it couldn't have fallen out on it's own.

On Sunday Shane and I went to Comiccon. It was crap. Actually it was alright but I expected it to be way more exciting that it actually was. The complete lack of comics was a betrayal to its name for starters. Got to spy on Cordelia from Buffy but the only other decent (comparatively) celeb was Val Kilmer who we didn't really get a good look at and quite frankly didn't really care to. We were both so broke that there wasn't much purchasing going on but I did buy six inch Jay and Silent Bob bobble heads for £3 each. Score! The only other thing that really took my fancy was the Angel puppet (as mentioned below). Tried to win a new mobile phhone but as myc luck has always been far from good, it's no surprise that I didn't. Although in one of my more deep moments I reflected how you never know what luck has been working with you simply keeping you on this dear planet of ours (this is more true than ever now - FS) and therefore you shouldn't dis your luck.

As usual I've been thinking about chaos which I used to find interesting until I found the scientific view of it less than stimulating and how everything happens for a reason, which I no longer believe, however I do believe that everything happens due to a number of reasons which is actually much more interesting if you think about it long enough. The means tell a far greater story than the ends.

Boring week. Got paid into the wrong account again which = still broke. Seriously for a country that's been around as long as this one I'm continually shocked how crap everything is, particularly in comparison to Australia.

There "may" be a bright light in the housing sitch as Craig might be moving in with his girlfriend and Shane and I might move into an apartment in the same building but the lack of enthusiasm and drive in the two of them isn't helping me get my hopes up.

Kitchen boy has been trying to make me jealous by hugging every girl in sight when I'm around which I stupidly can't help but find cute (although I would kinda like a hug) but since he's been refusing to give me lunch until I promise to call him things could get ugly real soon if the food supply runs out.

Live 8 is tomorrow and I'm very depressed not to be going. To be in the city where the biggest even in the world is happening and not to be able to go is frustrating beyond belief. Unfortunately I will never know if I got 2nd round tickets since my phone went walkies.

The one confidence booster of the week has been knowing that I compulsively whinge it's nice to be around a bunch of people who whinge ten times worse than me. Nice cos it's good for the confidence, shit because I'd rather beat my head against a wall than listen to it. I hope it's not catching.

I'm not going to type up the next bit because I was basically hoping something interesting would happen. And now something has and it's one of those situations where you should be careful what you wish for.