Farting and crazy people are my roomates!

Zup yaaall
Aight, fast update on how it is to gain new roomates every single day! Who needs to be social in a bar or go to the gym to meet new people? Just stay at a hostel for a few nights and you'll meet people you would NEVER meet before...

The other day the most disgusting man slept in this room...he looked funky, he smelled even funkier and he sounded funky (read snoring, coughing, heavy breather uughh) and he was not considerate of the rest of us in the room walking in late slamming the door etc...but the most disgusting part of it all was when in the middle of the night I suddenly hear a MAASSSIIIVVE FUCKING DHIARREA FART.....it was so loud I think it was heard all the way to Stockholm. It was so loud people in this room probably thought it was an earth quake! It was so loud my heart stop beating for a minute, because at that moment I realised the window was closed...and He was only 2 metres away from my nose...So, I had to smell this man and all I wanted to do was kick his disgusting ass in or delete my memory from what I just had experienced...
Yes, but that man is gone now...And the man below my bed is still there...This one talks to himself, sometimes in a scary voice...should I sleep with one eye open tonight??



Yes, its been 13 days since I arrived 2 this hostel...and I might have a tiny tiny room (but hey its still a room!) the 10th of october...the girl is not movin out til' then which means im in here for another 1.5 weeks...Well you never know with people in London. The "agent" can easily take my deposit (100£) and never return my phonecalls whenever 10th of october arrives....therefor NEVER trust people with your deposit in London. This man and I sat and had a discussion about me not trusting him, and he got mad because I said to his face I didnt....And he said why...I explained and he said do you really think I would run away with 100 pounds and get dirt on my reputation?? "Be careful with what you are saying..." OMG was that a threat?? Anyways...lets prey that I have a tiny tiny space in 1.5 weeks...If not I guess I'll be a witness to a lot more craziness around here....

Homeless day number 8

Still looking for a room, I'm starting to get desperate. I've started to eat like a PIG to kill my anxiety (I eat when I'm down).
Yesterday I went to 3 viewings
Room 1: Total fucking crackhose, I mean how can you show someone a room with dirty underwears, cig buds and empty beercans and plus other unidentified objects lying around???
Room 2: It was alright, but then came the shocker, she wanted 15 £ from each visitor..eeeh??
Room 3: Crazy previous tenant went kookoo in the room with paint....Also, the area was ...how to say this gently... CRACK NEIGHBOURHOOD! No thanks...

100 phonecalls later and I only have 1 viewing today....4 hours left and I'm not managing to squeeze any one else in between... what to do???

Seriously, London has given me more drama in 1 week than other people experience in 1 year.
I'm surprised I'm still sane! I just want to have a normal life! I'm done with the drama.

Yes, so here I am, in a coffeeshop, soon broke (my loan is not getting through until 3 weeks time, I'm not registered in University and they wont let me register because I havent paid over 2000 £...I Dont have time to study and I have no where to live....Plus more but that I will keep to myself!
Have a nice day!

Still Homeless

Being Homeless Sucks BIG Time.
My roomates are unknown people from god knows where.
I put a sheet up on my bed, from one pole to the other to create a feeling of privacy, the only problem is it looks like a fucking puppet-show when I turn on the lights in my little "room". So if I poke my nose or scratch my butt it will be viewed by 5 others.

Yesterday we got ourselves a new neighbour, a DRUNK, read PISSED outta his head Australian dude who turned off the main light while everyone was still busy doin theirs.
I didnt even bother to peek out, so what did he do? He peeked in, he entered my Private Condo, stretched his arm out to me to say hello and ask me questions... Like, Hello, dont you see I have my door (Towel) locked?? Thank god he left early morning and yes he woke me up at 7...

Today I'm trying to study, but I cant focus at all, this paper needs to be in 2morro but I'm physically sick and I have so much on my mind that I do everything else but read.
Just bought myself a cup of tea and a cheese cake, which went down in seconds....I love this coffeeshop but they turn the aircondition on so bad it's like sitting in a refrigirator ffs!!

Because I live in a bag, my clothes stinks BUTT! they stink so bad I refuse to wear them because the smell makes me gag and I dont have time to wash it at the moment. So I bought myself a long sweater to wear for school 2morro, I only say one thing. Primark is tha shit.

Back in London

Ukraine was....interesting. Much has changed since I've been there...8 years ago.
Going there at 23 is a completely different experience than going as 15.
It was good to see where I was born with "grown-up eyes" and see much more than just boys and the ocean like 8 years ago. Have to put some pics up once I get everything sorted.
Ukraine also brought drama as expected.

I got food poisoned last week. We are talking real bad one, I ate a so called Kebab...the only problem was that afterwards we were told NEVER to eat a Kebab in Ukraine and that it could be all sort of meat they put in...like cats,dogs, rats you name it...wohow. So the day I was flying back I puked 4 times, ran to the toilet a few times and I begged It wouldnt be like this on the plane and that I would get seats near the toilet...but no I got the window-seats. But luckily for once, nothing came up...Although I'm still sick, and I've given up meat for a while.

3 weeks went by fast, we went to the ocean, slept on the beach while getting our pale bodies tanned. I burnt my face so bad I looked like a tomato in the face while my body was white...I soaked my face in milk cream and other foods to stop the burning.

But making the story short, the trip brought joy and drama.
Now to the next problem. I'm homeless, at the moment I'm staying in a hostel with 5 others in the same room. I have an assignment to finish in 2 days and I'm no way near even started.
I'm looking for a place to stay and everything is just a mess. London means drama, just as much as Ukraine does if not more at the moment. At my usual coffeeshop drinking a chailatte and tryin to do everything at once. Life is complicated sometimes.