Tuesday, sometime in october

Today is a big fat pile of... how do you say in ze eeeengerleesh.....poo!

I didn't have to go into school today, which you'd think was a good thing..... IF I HAD ANY FRIENDS!
I woke up at about 8.00, had a shower and straightened my hair, went for a cigarette and then sat on my bed in this weird paralysed state of boredom for what felt like 20 minutes but when i looked at the clock 2 hours had passed...... 2 HOURS LOOKING AT MY FEET! At this point i was like "fuck this, i am not going to be the person who spends their year abroad teaching myself improvised podiatry... with my own feet as the only case study" and so began shamelessly preying upon unsuspecting Austrian village dwellers...
They didn't know what was coming but anyone who i even vaguely recognised was spotted, stalked and then skillfully ambushed in a way that meant that avoidance and/or escape was utterly futile. They were then subjected to an explosion of (approximately) 10 minutes of incoherent one way conversation before i screamed "TSCHUSSS" in their face and swiftly moved on to my next victim. Anyone who has ever known me to be prevented from interacting with human beings for more than 2 hours at any given time will be able to imagine just how overwhelming and/or terrifying this was for said victims... poor bastards.
Anyway, after about an hour of this particular excersise i ran out of steam and walked back to the appartment where i found a text from one of my teachers asking if i wanted to view an appartment with her at 5.30, i replied yes, of course i would.
HOWEVER, unexpectedly, i found myself double booked! I had to be at the bank at 5.30 to sign off on my bank account! It is a credit to my astonishingly apt skills in being disorganised that after almost three weeks of having NOTHING to do, i, Frankie Allum had managed to find two things to do at exactly the same time...
So, i went to the bank at 5, hoping for an earlier slot..... there wasn't one, finally got to see the lady and rushed through my signing as if the world was ending, finished there at about 5.40 and rang my teacher telling her that i was running late and that i would be there within ten minutes, i began running and as i got closer to the school vaguely registered that there were a lot of young people about, thought nothing of it... arrived at the school sweating profusely and if i'm honest looking pretty atrocious, which was when my teacher turned round and introduced me (for the first time) to my Matura class (A levels)... this was starting to become a bit of a habit (me looking awful when students were around)...
That over with we went to view the appartment, it was gorgeous. I asked how much it cost per month and he said 500 euros... very pricey but i loved it so much.... until he revealed the fact that he was taking EVERYTHING with him, the bed, the dining table, the sofa, the wardrobe, the cabinets, alllll of the kitchen ware.... at first i thought he might be joking and ventured somthing resembling a snort which was returned with a deadpan look of semi-revulsion, he was serious.... ooooooooook well thanks for your time, see you never!

So to sum up, it is becomming glaringly obvious that appartment hunting is not as easy as one might think, there are amny hidden dangers, or more to the point hidden questions such as "when you presented me with a fully furnished appartment for 500 euro a month and stood in the corner directing me around it.... did you actually mean that i should regard only the walls and floor because you are in fact, TAKING EVERYTHING ELSE?"
It is also (alarmingly) becoming a very real possibility that i may have to be that mental teacher that "enjoys school so much" that they camp on the lawn outside.... oh god it's too awful to even entertain..

On a positive note i was given the seating plans for Schladming today and had a LOT of fun with Franziska copying them out and learning their names with her!

I'm going to sign off before i begin thinking too vividly about waking up on the lawn outside school...

Ich hab euch lieb! Tschuss xxxxx