Icy summer

For the 2nd time this month, I was forced asked to move again. This time, to the main hall of Studholme College. Apparently we had to let the big shots aka families coming for their kids' graduation ceremonies stay in the posh flats. Meh. So here I am, in the smallest room possible, with a hideous view of trees covering Jane Malthus (my ex-flat), the kitchen sucks, and did I mention the (lack of) water pressure made it a nuisance to shower?

What's more, our lovely *chokes* office administrator is a bit slow in getting the phone lines reconnected. Which means no phone and internet connection in our rooms. Which means I have to use the computer room for its facilities *thank goodness for broadband*.

And the complaining continues...

I am still jobless.

Yes, my friends. I guess I was too confident about getting a job here in this ghost town during summer. Still, I'm searching high and low for the perfect job to make my cv look good, and also to stop my parents' nagging of wanting me to return home sooner.

Speaking of summer, this week has been everything but summer. Constant rain, temperature below 10 degrees, hail *eeks! no snow though*, and icebergs sightings. Imagine this: icebergs as big as 2km floating all the way from the south pole to good ole Dunedin during summer. The clever people are making business by offering helicopter rides to the icebergs for NZ$250 per person. A couple is even serious about getting married on one of those icebergs.


Next thing you know, pigs can fly.