So much to tell, so little time to tell it
I don't know why I'm not in bed. I keep wanting to go to bed at 11, but I can't do it. I just like to piss away my time, I guess.
Weekend was interesing. On Friday night after his gig Irish Kurt and I went to Gracia with his friends. Then he and I got separated and I messed with his head (but only his head) for a while. At one point he purposely got into a fight with a stranger. I left him with a bloody lip, talking to police at about ... 4am? Hard to say. Probably the right decision for now, I think .
Highlights of the evening include:
His playing. I hate to admit it, but he really is good.
Talking to the 2 English girls on holiday. They were prettier than me, but I was not intimidated and for that I am proud of myself.
Meeting Irish Kurt's 4 flatmates. They all seem like really nice guys and I hated to lose them, actually.
Having a Spanaird mistake me for a Mexican AFTER I had asked for directions in Spanish. Then when I said no he guessed Colombian. Funny, he didn't SEEM drunk
Messing with Kurt's head
Eh, I'm not gonna lie. Sitting on Kurt's lap. And finally giving in and kissing Kurt. ;)
Saturday was spent at the beach, working on my pathetic tan. I was thinking about going to Gracia but didn't maybe I should have. In fact, yes, I probably should have. The ex is not worth it. Never was, never will be.
Sunday was a also a beach day. And I talked to my parents on the phone that night. My mom was full of all kinds of advice like, "Don't take that job" "Don't tell people where you're from" "Don't go back to where you used to work" and finally as she had no helpful or CONSTRUCTIVE advice I just spat out: "Mom. Shut up." God, it felt great. She sits on her fat, old ass all day smoking cigarettes and popping pills. She is so far removed from reality that the best course of action would be to do the opposite of anything she advises.
I told my parents if they got me a puppy I would come home. I think they know I'm bluffing.
Yesterday I started working full time, with my paid job in the morning and the paper in the afternoon. They both suck. Especially yesterday. I got to the paper and was made to ride a fucking giant bike while wearing a skirt, then I was asked to distribute papers. Ridiculous. Today I got to walk to a post office in order to discover it was closed. This is bullshit, I should be at the beach.
I did go after work, but the sun was down. This happened, though:
Today on the way home from the beach a man asked me if I knew of any nearby vegetarian restaurants. I thought this was a stupid question because a) if it was a pickup line it had to be the worst pick up line ever and b)what the hell would I be doing in a vegetarian restaurant? Any relationship he dreamed of having with me was already over. Turns out it WAS a retarded pickup line and I just stood there staring at the weirdo while he went on and on and on and on (where are you from? what's your name? You speak really well. Where do you live? You have really pretty eyes. And nice cheeks, too. Would you like to see a romantic movie? I'm breathing heavy because I was just exercising) ... it was kinda sad really. I was just very quiet, giving short, calm answers to his questions, and then finally I said, "good look with that vegetarian restaurant" and walked away.
Why the hell would anyone in the world think that would work? I really, really hate people sometimes.
Tomorrow I'm getting my eyebrows waxed. Should be interesting to have it done in Spanish. I hope I have enough money.
Weekend was interesing. On Friday night after his gig Irish Kurt and I went to Gracia with his friends. Then he and I got separated and I messed with his head (but only his head) for a while. At one point he purposely got into a fight with a stranger. I left him with a bloody lip, talking to police at about ... 4am? Hard to say. Probably the right decision for now, I think .
Highlights of the evening include:
His playing. I hate to admit it, but he really is good.
Talking to the 2 English girls on holiday. They were prettier than me, but I was not intimidated and for that I am proud of myself.
Meeting Irish Kurt's 4 flatmates. They all seem like really nice guys and I hated to lose them, actually.
Having a Spanaird mistake me for a Mexican AFTER I had asked for directions in Spanish. Then when I said no he guessed Colombian. Funny, he didn't SEEM drunk
Messing with Kurt's head
Eh, I'm not gonna lie. Sitting on Kurt's lap. And finally giving in and kissing Kurt. ;)
Saturday was spent at the beach, working on my pathetic tan. I was thinking about going to Gracia but didn't maybe I should have. In fact, yes, I probably should have. The ex is not worth it. Never was, never will be.
Sunday was a also a beach day. And I talked to my parents on the phone that night. My mom was full of all kinds of advice like, "Don't take that job" "Don't tell people where you're from" "Don't go back to where you used to work" and finally as she had no helpful or CONSTRUCTIVE advice I just spat out: "Mom. Shut up." God, it felt great. She sits on her fat, old ass all day smoking cigarettes and popping pills. She is so far removed from reality that the best course of action would be to do the opposite of anything she advises.
I told my parents if they got me a puppy I would come home. I think they know I'm bluffing.
Yesterday I started working full time, with my paid job in the morning and the paper in the afternoon. They both suck. Especially yesterday. I got to the paper and was made to ride a fucking giant bike while wearing a skirt, then I was asked to distribute papers. Ridiculous. Today I got to walk to a post office in order to discover it was closed. This is bullshit, I should be at the beach.
I did go after work, but the sun was down. This happened, though:
Today on the way home from the beach a man asked me if I knew of any nearby vegetarian restaurants. I thought this was a stupid question because a) if it was a pickup line it had to be the worst pick up line ever and b)what the hell would I be doing in a vegetarian restaurant? Any relationship he dreamed of having with me was already over. Turns out it WAS a retarded pickup line and I just stood there staring at the weirdo while he went on and on and on and on (where are you from? what's your name? You speak really well. Where do you live? You have really pretty eyes. And nice cheeks, too. Would you like to see a romantic movie? I'm breathing heavy because I was just exercising) ... it was kinda sad really. I was just very quiet, giving short, calm answers to his questions, and then finally I said, "good look with that vegetarian restaurant" and walked away.
Why the hell would anyone in the world think that would work? I really, really hate people sometimes.
Tomorrow I'm getting my eyebrows waxed. Should be interesting to have it done in Spanish. I hope I have enough money.
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