Shared accommodation like

I am actually a 1st year student, though, I am going to rent a flat with my cousin. But right now I am stuck in shared accommodation. The whole summer I've spent with some random strangers, some of them were really, extremely bad, but some of them were the best!

My 5 tips for all of you who don't know what to expect from those houses of doom:

1. If you live with boys - prepare yourself of random wet spots on the toilet seat.

2. Always lock your bedroom doors. You never know who to trust. You can never be 100% sure about people you hardly even know.

3. Be ready to clean up not only your mess. There is this type of people who just don't care if it's disgusting and there are you - a person who politely hoovers somebody's dirt.

4. Communal dishes and pans - why not? It is always a good idea to split costs. You can get a proper set from Tefal (love it) for about 60 quid. Let's add a few plates. You don't need a set of 6 bowls for yourself only, do you?

5. Keep valuables in the drawers. If you own lots of $$$ just don't DON'T put it on top of your desk opposite the doors! My fav - drawers with my knickers. Once again, you have no idea who you are living with.

What annoys me?

1. Who else has got this feeling at work - you work your guts off, while somebody is taking a piss? But after all that's hard work what keeps me excited. I don't mind working, as long as I know that I am not the only one.

2. Not telling the whole truth is also a lie. '-With who have you been last night? -Oh, my mates! (and a bunch of strippers)'

3. Stop bragging about how unique you are. I don't like you more if you are a GM in the international business. If you have a good heart and you are polite - I will give the positive attitude right back at you.

4. it-is-never-good-enough-person. You all know them, folks - you try to do the very best, 101% but... yes, there is always a 'but'. No, not just a 'but'. A big massive BUT. BUUUUUUUUUUUUT!

5. Intolerance. I am a tolerant person. Over-tolerant I should say. I love gay people, left-wing people, black people (there is nothing offensive in word 'black' or 'white' - that's just a word, will some of you understand it some day?). Although, if I don't like somebody, I do it from the depth of my heart. For a reason, not just because of the religion or whatsoever.

I am moaning a bit today. BUT! there are so many things that I love about people. Let's just save it for another day, one of these days when you feel like a better person.

Hello, do I like ghosts?

Obviously not as you can see from the URL. Oh wait, the question is wrong! How can I have feeling (either positive or negative) for something that doesn't exist?
I've been recently thinking about all this crap programmes on the TV, all this paranormal and supernatural powers and I've been wondering how does it look like for real? I mean, how do they manage to fool so many people?

Anyways. that ain't my main concern. There is so many different things I want to write about, yet none is good enough. Fact about me - I would kill to become a journalist and, oh sweet irony, I don't feel like I'll ever manage to be one. I am not confident with my English, I don't feel well when I speak, when I listen or when I write. But after all that's writing what I enjoy the most. I want to write for people and about people. It's not all about war in country X or an accident in city Y. People are selfish in their own way, we care about ourselves more than about others. And I am not saying that's a bad thing - that's completely normal and understandable - that's the way it is. So, as I was saying, we are selfish and we want to know about issues that have influence on us! About our pensions, our food, our streets, our schools - surroundings which are closer to our reality. Because that's what matters for now. If you want to think global, you have to sort out your local thinking. You won't make a change in China if you still have a mess in your garden, you know what I'm saying?

It's been a tough day, forgive me the shit I've just given you, haha.

D.