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26th February

Tristan is getting worried that we are not going to find a place to live in time.

He dragged me to see another flat today but it was sooooo hideous. I can’t help thinking that we’re looking at the wrong things. He wants a flat because they are a teeny bit cheaper, but everything we have seen has been completely appalling.

Today, the third ‘bedroom’ was really a glorified airing cupboard. I think I may branch out a little and see if I can convince him to try something else. The way things are going, we will be living in a caravan parked outside of campus in September.

Meredith is very blasé. I think she feels guilty that we are funding it all, though Tristan and I have both assured her that she can pay her own way once Uni is over.

It is a worry, though. Even with Tristan paying the mortgage, I’m not sure how I am going to afford to live next year.

I might have to get a job or something equally drastic.

Maybe I should have a look about for a job now? It’ll give me something to do other than stalk the boy next door. I could do with a new project. Maybe I’ll find someone new to stalk.

Oh god, that just shows how low I’ve fallen. I’m thinking about stalking someone new, just so I can try not to think about the person I’m actually stalking.

Football? Surely he should be practising guitar or something. Perhaps writing some award-winning lyrics.

Football?

Taylor is singing “Teardrops on my Guitar.”

I feel like smacking myself over the head with a guitar, sod the teardrops.

27th February

Where can I get a job? I think I need to write a list of my abilities and work out what I can do.

I like to read, but only on a casual basis.

I like to jog, slowly, with an oxygen tank.

I like to drink wine, but that's not typically allowed while on the clock.

I like to smoke, but really just so I can have cigarette breaks with the boy in the room next door.

I like to stalk tall, dark, handsome men. Well, only one, but I am open to new stalking opportunities, though that might distract from my duties.

I have an amazing memory for detail, but only in relation to object of stalking.

That’s it. That’s the complete list of my abilities.

Meredith has also written a list but I think she might be drunk. She sat on the end of my bed giggling as she wrote the list and then dashed out of the door full speed.

Meredith’s list goes like this:

Lilah is kind.

Lilah has pretty hair, now that it is grown out a little and not looking like it was cut by a demented person.

Lilah makes an awesome Christmas dinner so long as you are not too hungry or pressed for time.

Lilah is very good at making pee tea in a crisis.

Lilah is very good at giving hugs and holding hands when you’re upset.

Lilah would make a very good rock star girlfriend/wife if only she wasn’t such a dick.