Aight, time to get this blog into gear. Started off coming here by getting all my necessities sorted out, like uni course, bank account, bicycle, yadda yadda. Dad came with me to help me out, so we took care of all that. He had to piss off to Sydney to visit my aunts after a couple days, so i was left with the task of finding my own accommodation. After putting up with Narc and Scnix for a few days, i was well into the checking phase of my hunt. Was cycling around Brisbane checking out houses and flats, most of which sucked. After nearly a week, i had found a pretty good place i wanted to move into, so i met up with the lady who owned the place, made all the arrangements, paid her, and moved in. Set up nicely, got comfy, settled in, was pretty happy.

Next morning, she knocks on my doorm wakes me up and tells me "Oh, I'm sorry, but i need the room back urgently. I've got a sick friend coming in and she needs a place to stay. Sorry again."

I mean... HELLO!!! i'm trying to SLEEP here! -___-;; plus i was pretty pissed off about having to move back in with Narc and Scnix, repack and unpack all my stuff, and restart the hunt for a new place. By this time, looking a place was a lot harder, as an entire week had gone by, it was only a couple days till the start of uni semesters, and all the good places were already taken.