Things sure are funny that way...

This school that I am attending (joke of a school really) has really made my day today. I go downstairs in my residence and tell the head manager, Yari, that I am leaving Sunday morning and that I just wanted to let him know. He hands me a form to fill out and a bill. £12 to stay an extra 7 hours. ARE YOU FRIGGIN' KIDDING ME? The dump of a place barely deserves £12 for a week, let alone 7 hours. I told him that I am leaving at 7 am Sunday morning - he told me that it was my fault and basically too bad. He started shouting at me, I was like "Oh, no I don't think so. Keep on yelling to yourself Yari, I am not arguing with YOU about this, I'm going to the study abroad office instead". So I went there and explained the ridiculous situation. Jenni tells me "oh yes, you have to pay the money, it's only £12" Ok... My refridgerator doesn't work and I haven't been able to keep food in it all semester, the damn door by the head of my bed in the hallway of my flat slams shut, 19 year-olds party like their is no tomorrow in a kitchen that wouldn't be considered clean in pigpens eyes and you want me to pay £12 for a 7 hour stay. I have 2 words...
So, my last night in London (without going to Barcelona or Prague) will be spent in Heathrow airport waiting for my 11 am flight.
No surprise parties for me when I return please! I'm going to need a shower.

I love lamp.