Day 5...Beginning of Virtual Life...

Day 5...Beginning of Virtual Life...

A Story by L4rn13
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I'll keep it short and sweet...

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Day 5
Nothing much happened today but the past few days have been really eventful and have rushed me off my feet.
I have been lucky and received a phone call at 1:30pm at work and was really confused. Turns out someone had called me about a viewing I had wanted to attend. I'll be seeing I'll be seeing it Thursday but really unsure about it. I went through Ebay sending the email and getting information but this is the first time I've ever done this...It's really difficult when you don't have your parent to rely on. But this means I am actually making progress. I am on the first step to getting something I can actually call my own and I'll have a bit of help from my friends. I still can't ask for help as I don't like asking for anything but I still think things will be fine. I'll just need to find a job. My time limit is four months.
As you said Suukyachi-sama... "Welcome to being poorer..."
Today was really busy at work though the students have left for christmas. Well most of them. I actually don't like christmas because of all the money you have to spend but can't buy the normal stuff you need cause you don't have as much to spend. It could be better but maybe I just need to plan things ahead.
For lunch we went to a chinese restaurant called Ming Moon. It was incredible! The food was delicious and the deserts were amazing! £8 all you can eat! and £1.50 for a small drink! Haha why not!?
I'll have to go there with some of my mates sometime. Would be intense :D
Hopefully I will have more luck tomorrow.

© 2013 L4rn13


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Added on December 18, 2013
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L4rn13
L4rn13

Birmingham, United Kingdom



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