Christmas gift's.

I am lucky. I got some wonderful christmas gift's. I got jewellery and bath stuff and make up from my mum, and my boyfriend got me some Audrey Hepburn soap's, which i love, and sock's, which i need, and some make up and toiletries, which i also love.

There was a guy at my house, who i spent christmas day with, who received a packet of biscuit's from his dad. And, what was even funnier (not for the guy) was that he didn't even like the biscuits. They were coconut ring's, and he's allergic to coconut.

And my friend's boyfriend bought her a fluffy dice for her car. Which she hates. She think's anything like that is tacky, and that's her opinion, right or wrong.

Just wanted to say how lucky i am for receiving great gift's.

2014 is going to be a better year.

2014 can't be as bad as 2013 has proven to be. Being made homeless has, without a doubt, being the most traumatic thing that has happened to me.

And yet, i've survived and here to tell the tale.

I am determent 2014 is going to be a good year. I'm going to succeed and be happy. I am going to get the help i need to deal with the problem's in my life.

I am not going to be afraid anymore. I am going to take chances and i am going to follow my heart and i am going to be happy.

I actually have a good memory of living in this place.

Yesterday. Christmas day. There was only about half a dozen of us, but we all had a laugh, and it was fun.

I was expecting it to be rowdy with drunk's fighting, but only one person got drunk, and she was funny and talkative (she wouldn't shut up) and still lovely when she was drunk.

Reading some post's on here, i see how negative i've become. I am gonna (try) to stop the negativity. I am writing about my (bizzare) experiences in a fictional story format, so i am gonna try to make this blog less about my housing situation and more about fun stuff.

I'll be leaving here soon. I have to for the sake of my sanity. So, everyone know's i hate living here. But, from now on, i'm writing about other stuff going on in my life.

Or just what i wanna write about.

I had a good christmas day.

I was dreading spending christmas day in a hostel, but it was actually really good.

It started with a power cut, and no heating or electric, so my housemates (about 6 in total) decided to just put everything together, and we made a turkey dinner, and all sat in the dining room (the least cold room in the house) and was there all day.

We've had no tv, so just had each other's company and it was fun.

The handyman had a personal cassette recorder, and 1 cassette (U2's 'the joshua tree'), the husband and wife got drunk (but lovely and funny with it) and the 18 year old was sitting eating cereal for most of the day, and the other guy there entertained with stories about his life in Brazil.

It was a fun day. It show's that when the bad people are away, how nice the house can be.

Living in this house does have some funny moments.

Like today, for instence, there's a young lad who's lived here for about two week's. When i was in the kitchen earlier, he was telling me and a couple of other people (all nice, as the nice people outnumber the dodgy one's now) about all of the injuries he's received since he got here.

He's hurt his back, neck, shoulder, ankle, leg, wrist and head. He then added (and this is the funny bit) that he is convinced the dodgy big boss is letting himself into his room during the night and having a fight with him, just so he can say that he's beaten someone up that day.

It was funnier in person than i made it seem, but, hey, at least it's not all bad.

Christmas may not be so bad after all.

I know it's not the ideal place to be on christmas day, but at least i have a roof over my head and my mum around me.

And, now the nice manager (he's not connected to the mafia in any way, but did spend 15 year's working in benefit's and housing) has decided he's gonna bring his family on christmas day, and also, bring someone to cook christmas dinner, so it may be ok.

If there's any trouble, he'll deal with it straight away. A lot of the bad people have been thrown out since he came, so it's a better house.

Not really dreading it as much as i was. I've survived all these week's here, and some of them were pretty bad, now it's getting better, i can survive one day here. I know i can.

Look's like i'll be spending christmas at 'home' after all.....

My mum and i had planned to go out for christmas lunch, to get away from the madness for a while, but it appears that wont be happening.
 
Why not?. Well, the gangster big boss has decided he wants the house to be a little 'community' and he thinks everyone spending christmas day together will be a good way for everyone to 'bond'.
 
And everybody to fight, argue and punch each other. Yeah, that's gonna be fun.
 
I don't like to actually argue with him. People who disagree with him have a habit of going missing, and nobody seem's to bat an eyelid when that does happen.
 
I'll be spending christmas day with my mum, going down for lunch with everyone, and then retreating back to my room later on. That way, i can 'join in' without having to do the entire day. Oh yeah, gangster boss is gonna be there, so i am gonna show my face when he's around, and then once he goes, i go too.
 
I've learnt how to survive in this damned house. I've survived about 14 week's. I can survive christmas day. And i see a therapist on christmas eve. I can maybe ask them fior meds to help get me through.

The guy who wouldn't stay away has suddenly dissapeared.

Just to make it clear, the management of this house are VERY dodgy people. People you don't mess with.

And, it just so happens that one guy, who was kicked out of the place, and then came back several times a day (who did piss off the big bosses) has now vanished.

Nobody has seen him or heard him, not even the friends he had in this place.

The rumour mill is circulating that the management has 'got rid' of him, if you catch my drift.

I'm not sure what has happened to him, but all i do know is, i wouldn't like to piss off the management here.

Bus rides do take a long time.

It's great that where i now live, i can use the train to get to town, as it only takes about 25 minutes.

The bad news is that when i'm not going to the town centre, but going somewhere else, it takes a long time on a bus.

Every bus seems to detour to everywhere else before it gets to wherever it's actually going.

By the time you've got to the place you're going, you've forgot what you wanted there.