Thunder in my heart

Once again I should be in class, not stuck here in front of my pc; waiting for my e-mail to make that pleasant sound on msn. 90% of the time it’s just the ordinary spam or Facebook cluttering my inbox, but sometimes, when I least expect it; it’s those long longed for few words from down under. I got a mail two days ago, so now I’m guessing it will be another somewhat two weeks before I’m spoiled with more. Funny how those weeks pass me by without me remembering what I actually did with my time, except for the hours just around the arrival of what I’m longing for every day. The letters.

 

From me to eternity

I pull my jacket closer around me as I’m stumbling along the street in my high heeled shoes on my way to the bus stop. It’s freezing cold outside and the snow in the air is tumbling around above my head in light, thin whirlwinds, chasing through the dark. Not that I feel it though, I’m fevery from the alcohol and I lost count of the amount I filled myself with hours ago. I don’t know why I do it; maybe I’m just trying to cover up the holes inside me with something, even though deep down I know it’s not the right way to do it. Still I do it at least three times a week, preferably four; and it’s a miracle I’m still able to handle school. Well, I trick people to believe I am. They don’t know all the failed courses I’ve added to my baggage. Yet.

 

My sweetheart the drunk

The weekend is ended and we survived, believe it or not! Me and R left for my hometown friday afternoon to meet with my families (parents divorced = two cool families instead of one for the win) and it was the beginning of a really nice and fun weekend. I have to admit I was a bit worried about meeting with my dad and his spouse since they had decided there would be some (which always means a lot in that household) drinking in the evening. We started off with beer as soon as we arrived and my dad started pouring R whiskey before dinner. My dad’s idea about how much whiskey you pour in a glass is about the same as how much tequila you get poured in one glass in Cuba; meaning the size of a normal glass from Ikea. The night had just begun.

 

Don’t make me Avada Kedavra your ass

Seems I forgot I have a blog. I blame Facebook! This tool from hell that keeps occupying precious time I should use for studying. Hmm. Anyways, the truth is also I’m not sure I’ve had anything interesting to tell. You see, single life is full of adventures and misfortunes and there’s always, always something to whine about. Like fuck it I’m so lonely. Coupled though, life is a bit different and I almost forgot how it used to be. Single for 1.5 years and you forget about it completely. It doesn’t mean though that misfortunes stop happening; or that you’re fully content 24/7. Noo… the truth is – there are a lot of completely different things to whine about.

 

Drag the dirt in

I should wear a sticker on my forehead saying “Don’t get her drunk – She’ll lose her mind”; at least that’s something well-deserved since last night. The golden rule still stands, don’t get drunk/don’t party with your boyfriend/girlfriend (at least not the first 3 years) if you’re not up for a possibly disaster. Why do I recognise this? Because me and my ex could never get drunk together either, or at least rarely, without a fight.

 

Absolutely no decorum whatsoever baby

R keeps amazing me; it seems whatever I tell him about things I’ve done and so on, he’s not put off or thinking I’m crazy or just a lost case. He picked me up when I had left the beer festival last night after having visited his mum where he had told her about us. It felt like my knees were made of jelly when I spotted his smiling face across the parking lot and I think I hung up on my mum in the middle of a sentence. Christ. Who is this girl? I don’t recognise her anymore.

 

Hot night crash

Uni started again then! Second day of introductions and it’s feeling pretty damn good. This year I will be studying Spanish which will be interesting since I haven’t really done it for four or five years. Will in deed be interesting! To my delight I realised I at least understand what people are saying so I just need to dust off my spoken language and the grammar then I’ll be able to dig into it for real. One of my best friends from uni will be in my class and so will a guy I had in my class last year; so we already formed a group to study with and stick with all year. Best of all; the course includes a 2 week trip to Málaga in Spain to visit universities and schools – and of course – live the culture with flamenco, margueritas and tapas! Looks like I will at least have something to look forward to in my soledad.

 

No one would riot for less

Almost a whole free week ahead of me, my oh my, and my first free weekend since June. Are we feeling lucky today? Yes we are! Funny though how you can’t disconnect work when you’re free; it’s always around somewhere. You could say more than once that the place where I work is special, and the same would probably go for the people working there. How about a boss who wants to screw you, after work parties so filled of scandals it makes you blush and a general manager everyone is making fun of? Welcome to my place of work!

 

Bigmouth strikes again

Offline – June 29th 2007.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’m too old to do things like we did last night. I haven’t been this hungover since December when me and a friend emptied 3 bottles of red wine in less than two hours. It will probably be a while before I have my next kebab to be honest, because the sight of it chewed is still etched on the inside of my eyelids. Yum. Vanilla vodka drinks, about ten beers and somewhat two or three Jägermeister shots was too much even for alcoholics like me. The only comfort is my friend was more hungover than me today and she hardly remembers a thing. Ops. That was our first party night together, but now I seriously don’t know when we’ll dare drinking together again.

 

Out of the void

Offline – June 26th 2007.

Aaand tomorrow, the big moment finally arrives. Technicians. At my house. In my apartment. Praise the… ISP!!! Well, I’ve only been asking them to since February. And now it’s almost fecking July. Some people love torturing you, right? And it obviously doesn’t matter I pay them around 700 euro a year for them to provide me with internet and phone. Working stuff of course; not like this. I probably called them five times every week since the problem first occurred and now, only 5(Jesus) months later they decide to send someone over to look it up. Oh and I should probably add the best part: WHEN they finally decided to, I also had to wait two more weeks before they had a dude available. This company is a laugh. And they were so known for being the most stable shit in the country. I wonder what the heck happened to that when they decided to expand. I know! Let’s add another half a million customers without building out the network. Cheers. I love you too. I love you with my monehs! Or maybe I won’t much longer. Pricks.