fires and babies.

I am trying to figure out how to conceal the fact that I started a fire on the shelf in my room. I was burning some candles and the cheap plastic it was sitting on melted and started a small fire. So now, weeks later, I am trying to put dance night stickers - really big ones - over my charred shelf. Man.
Tomorrow I am (hopefully) going to stay for a few days at internet cafe friend's place, assuming his flatmates are down. I'm sure they will be. I am seeing a place tomorrow - a room in a house with a younger family. I think younger. There is so much I am not sure about. I know they have a very young child. I don't know if I can deal with that though. I mean, my last place had a baby upstairs, and that resulted in us working out a system where they pounded on the floor when I was too loud, which was too often, and the music was usually too loud to hear anyway. So the place tomorrow is also a little far out of the city center, in the city, but on the edge. I want to be closer. I'll keep looking. So no babies. Oh babies.
Thinking about work has been somewhat overwhelming. Do I sign up for a year contract for more money? What if I don't like it? What if I regret NOT doing it when I am moving again in 6 months and am desperate for money? It's hard to guess what will happen that far down the road. What if I want to move somewhere else? Oh dear. What to do! It's pretty awesome that there are options though, I am looking into doing some office work for an American businessman for some quick cash. Fingers crossed.

I'll take any advice, especially about hiding the scorch mark.