Christine

I am alive, in some respects more than others... ***THIS IS AN OFFICIAL POST*** ok i am off to somehow obtain a winter coat... FUCKING COLD!!!

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday dear me
Happy Birthday to me...

I havent died in 19 years...

As some may know i work in a pub now, I won a drinking contest last night, and was still had correctly functioning math skills, woo hoo!!! im a alchoholic, or lets just say i can hold my own...(dont tell my mom) (PS for friends that forget my birthday is on saturday aka aug 27, all i expect is a "Happy Birthday" thx) and i am visiting in december...

So I quit my job, it was not what they said it would be, I got home yesterday and read the fine print carefully, and then approached them about it today. You only get paid 30 Euros a day for the first 2 weeks; then its commission basis, where you get paid 30% from what you sell after you already made 10 sales in a day, so the fist 10 sales don’t count. Ok, let’s put this in perspective, the average person sells 6 a day, I sold 3 yesterday, and 4 today, hmm looks like after the 30 euros fall away I won’t get paid at all, I would be a mindless volunteer wondering the streets, asking people in vain to care about animals, and how disabled children need them for therapy, and that it is a good program, something worth spending a little money for, as they walk on by and tell me to fuck off, while I should be looking for another job. And what does this all mean? Christine needs a job, a good stable dependable job with hours and consistency, so I can pay my, “oh so high” lifestyle (I am the lowest high maintenance chick you will ever find! FUND MY MUSIC NEEDS!!!).

Other than that, today I fixed my washing machine, the little handle on it was broken, so I went down to the warehouse, got a new handle, (they charged me nothing which was a plus) got home unscrewed the washing machine door, mounted the handle on, and I am not trying out a load of laundry (my bed sheets) with this new handle which I put on (I am hoping I mounted it correctly so nothing leaks). The good thing about it is, I no longer need to use my only knife to open the door. I am feeling oh so ambitious today, (quitting gives one such energy) that I have bought lumber to start building a loft, they deliver on Friday. I should get the rest of the ceiling down by then. I still need a coffee maker, I am dying without it.

Well the guy who I ran into, whose name I don’t know the one from my friend’s birthday party; well he called and we are going to do something on Thursday. The odd thing is that this no name man called me again today to confirm that I will see him on Thursday. So I am supposing he is using this as a date scenario, just us two (he said that specifically), dancing (he mentioned that too), and dinner (he did not say drinks or coffee), that sounds like the making of a “date”. I like don’t know him at all, why cant he suggest a friends gathering, may be this is just a friends gathering and I am reading too much into this. Ironically, I DON’T KNOW HIS NAME. So I am trying to come up with scenarios to A) find out his name, and B) keep him at bay as a friend, and I want to do both without hurting his feelings.

… They are finally starting to pave the road outside, no more drilling YAY…

Arollyn is found again. I talked to him yesterday; he is fine which comforts me. ALL WHO READ THIS NEXT PART: DO NOT TELL MY MOTHER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, AND WILL BE PUNISHED BY A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH IF YOU LEAK IT OUT, I MUST TELL HER IN MY OWN TIME. Arol is planning to move in with me in September, nothing is concrete yet no dates or anything, but it is rather certain. It is another reason I am building the loft, it will give us more room. My mother would never approve of a boy living with me in my small apartment; she would not understand I need time to tell her. He has become very special to me lately, I find myself confiding in him, and telling him things that some of you don’t know. It may seem odd to share a one roomed apartment, where the shower is in the kitchen with another person, but Arol is close to me, and becoming a big part of my life, thus the possibility of him moving in.

I ruined my diet this last week, which I shall persistently continue, start over, and maintain its consistency (aka: I just finished off a package of Pringles by my self, but I felt good for fixing the washing machine and getting lumber.). More exercise now I have the time over summer, I shall get it off while I can. I found a yoga class, in the evenings, so a job is still doable. I just hope that by trying to lose weight, I won’t inadvertently lessen my already non existent bra size. TO INDIGO: Indigo, if you ever plan on reducing your breasts, you better inform me before you do so I can go there and get your extra tissue implanted, in other words I call dibbs on your breast tissue. It is MINE!!! (With Ryan’s permission of course.)

Well I must go for now, BYE!

Last night I went out with Cristoph, celebrating his girlfriend’s birthday, Sophie. Well it was interesting, we all met at 8:30 under a bridge where we lit up a cupcake that a homeless person eventually touched so we did not let Sophie eat it. Around 10 we went to a party, and ended up leaving wondering around till midnight, found a hot dog stand. Then we went to a club it was nothing, then we went to another club called B72 . This is cool because this club has another club right next door called Couche. There we stayed until 5 am, then we proceeded to breakfast, and I got home at 7 am. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.

Today I shall get ready for my tests next week with a mini guitar break in between. That’s all now I am going to go pass out… sleep