Here we are again

So. Wow, it feels like I don't know how to do this anymore. And no, that's not some deep meaningful metaphor about my life, it literally means I haven't blogged in so long that I forget what to click on.

Christmas is gone, and so is New Year's Eve. They were fun. Obviously not worth a post however.
Actually I lie, I didn't know what to say. Sometimes, silence is worth a thousand words. There's your metaphor.

I have a new job! I'm not sure if I've mentioned that before. I do laundry part time in a nursing home. It's just as jolly as it sounds, the punchline being the 7am start. Can't complain as it's surprisingly less stress and a lot more pay than waitressing, not to mention I get my personal radio. Score.

Since a blog is about pouring your soul out on paper-which-isn't-paper-because-you're-too-lazy-to-hand-write-and-who-does-that-in-2010-anyways, I should probably mention something about my boyfriend.

MT is more than I could wish for, really. Caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz. AND he has more games consoles than I could fit into my room.(my room is quite small, but that's still quite a few consoles!).
To be honest, he's in many ways everything i'm not. Yes, caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz.
Good thing he doesn't notice!

There's only so much mushiness I can fit into one post. So that was that.
There's a romanian guy on the horizon, moved here not long ago. I had been waiting and wishing for a romanian person to come here since I stepped on that paved, disgusting, airport floor at Gatwick. And now he's here and I'm disappointed. I want him to not make the mistakes I did. Don't get emo, don't hang on to Romania, miss it in tiny often bits, not in huge, impossible chunks very rarely. I wish he'd realise. At least he'll have someone to fall back on when that happens. Oh well. Let's not dwell, shall we?

Nothing has changed apart from everything

Long time no blogsies. I can't say i've been busy, unless busy slacking counts. Yes, fallen into my old school habits. What would have made this year any different after all? Ironically, this week ze Copsonator is back to teach me english literature for the last time, feels like he shouldn't have left. But now that he has, I appreciate him.

What else...Oh!! I learnt to ride a bike, also. That's another vital skill i now know thanks to England.

I need to go back home soon. It's just not the same.
I don't think I can handle another Christmas here. Romania visit time, I think.
This is just getting rainier and colder. I don't like it.

The Result

Simply, I am pleased with my results. I passed with flying colours. And sure had I revised and had I respected deadlines at least once, the flying colours would have been higher and more colourful. But nonetheless impressive results because of that.

Results day wasn't as dawning as I thought. Admittedly as I got my results handed to me I didn't breathe until I got out of reach of other people, in order to look at them. Naturally the second task was to calculate what profit I had made from my results (from the contract with mum). =)

Simply: the result is me being terrified of next year's subjects. Sink or swim for real now.
Don't be afraid of it, embrace it. IT being 5 A levels + 1 NVQ and job.
Goodbye social life, hello screaming, stressed out foreigner. -waves-

Long Story Short..

Baaaaaaasically..

Been to Spain, witnessed crime, came home.
Went to christian camp, became a christian, came home.
Read a few books, but cannot honestly be bothered to still list them as I go.
Am now looking for a second job; hopefully tomorrow shall tell.
Good, now I'm up to date with the online world. =)

I'm happy too. Which is refreshing. And pie helps.

I still love you, but in a different way, in some ways, even more than before.

Annoying España Or Something Like That...

I swear alcohol here is stronger than anywhere else.

Not that I´ve been drinking it, since that would be way illegal and uncool. LOL

I´m annoyed because it´s karaoke night tonight. Normally that would not be an issue at all, to the contrary even. But tonight, this old papa keeps singing...he´s on his 4th song as we speak, yep. No fair, I say. Discrimination.

Give me one more beer, and I´ll rugby tackle my rights to sing badly in front of a crowd.

Is there a romanian version of Hakuna Matata? Bring it!

So... Bulls!

Went shopping today- only one activity amongst many others including: sleeping, reading, burning in the sun, and checking out the bartenders.



Also, I think I like this place, not sure why. It´s cheap. And there are a LOT of dubious characters around, but still. Those that carry goats, and bulls, what´s really the difference, eh?

Not sure I will be able to comment as often, but what I will say is, I already have m Dragon item which is of course, the highlight o my holiday.



Cliff is supposed to join us on Thursday, but we just bought a map for Barcelona, and don´t know where the hotel is, so that should be rivetting. We´re leaving this shiny resort full of cheap`nothings! -does sad face- =(



I don´t miss you.



=)



AAAAANY of you. Spain´s hot.



P.S Maybe those icecreams at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, didn´t help my "diet".

I lovez this place. I do I do.

Words VII

9. He´s Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo.

Will check spellings later on names, since this is timed internet and not free! =O

All I can say is LOLZERS. Really. Great swimming pool and beach companion. Made me chuckle.

P.S He´s just not that into you, babes.

Goats!

Been here for more or less 3 days now, but we´re still so white that we´re slightly racist to the locals, and not yet know our way around too well. With that said, we´ve discovered the town centre today; my feet hurt. Typical pretty, pictoresque streets with so many shops that even if we had the money, we wouldn´t have the time. Also, men with goats. Honest. Bearded short man, obviously spanish, carrying goat.

Everything is very dreamy over here, as i pondered laying on the beach with my sunglasses and hat covering my face. I daydreamed for a while, attempting to tan, and when i opened my eyes, everything was a haze. You know, how your dreams sometimes are, mostly on tv, slightly foggy, but in a dreamy way, which makes everything look better, yes? Indeed it does. But then i realised that in fact, my glasses were blurry. I wiped them and first noticed the sand, pretty and...sandy. Then further down towards the water, the all typical fat man washing himself. Or whatever those guys do. Risking a harsh stereotypes, but there is always that fat guy, with the huuuuuuuge beer belly that just hangs around at the water- doesn´t swim, doesn´t sunbathe, just sort of stands there, and stares at you. I did kep contact for a while, but then he became rather hot. And then i wiped my glasses and just closed my eyes for less dramatic effect! Phew close one! =O

Benefits of the hotel- the one that hasn´t kicked us out yet- are that we get this hand tag/bracelet thing that entitles you to free drinks and snacks. I just thought i was one of the chosen ones, really, in my humble opinion.

The food has eyes, and is crunchy, just how i like it! =P So that is not a problem.

Also, had a weird dream last night. A horror movie about Michael Jackson. Very odd.
I should probably get new sunglasses, these are messing with my eyes and are probably haunted..

Because this hotel is so majestic.. we get free entertainment, which is up for debate. I mean we do have a huge group of chavs staying here, which in their own right are an ongoing 24/7 show. But last night was karaoke, and boy you haven´t seen karaoke until you hear Hakuna Matata in german, sung by twins. Now THAT is quality entertainment, my friends. For free. -jumps of joy- =)

P.S We also found the beach yesterday, which was quite useful.

"E acolo unde-o vad!" LOL or in english: "It´s there where I see it!" -genius, really.

Spain - Gaining Entrance

Arived in Spain, and as expected already it has not gone to plan!

Flight was fine, just as we arrived at the hotel, they said our reservation was not recognized and sent us to a different hotel... -rolling eyes-

Oh and because of that mishap, we missed dinner trying to find a different hotel to stay at, so I have good reason for being on my second beer! =)

Too dark and probably too tipsy to find beach yet, but i´m sure they´ll feed us tomorrow. They´d better.
Oh and mum is more than slightly drunk (but she says TIPSY). And she just slapped me.

Laterz!