My Ex is now engaged to the ´Tart He Left Me For´.
They have been together for less time than for how long I was with him. It´s a weird feeling, especially since my best friend is also getting married and I´m going to be a bit part of the wedding. And I´m still not sure about how I feel about him. I just haven´t been able to move on, no matter how hard I´ve tried. I´m still so bitter about the whole thing. For a while it felt like I was ready to move on, and meet new people and have an actual life. Then he flipped out when he lost a couple of CDs, remembered I still had some house keys, called me to demand them back, and when I denied all knowledge of them, he stormed down to my new house and threatened to set fire to it. He spent 30 hours in a police cell, and I head back to Somerset to get away for a while, only to end up almost killing myself in a car accident.
I think I´m still angry. I think I could even say I hate this man. And until I can say that I have no feelings towards him at all, I´m not going to want to meet anyone. And as I´m still living out of a suitcase (thankfully in a nice flat with no German Shepherds) it´s not going to happen for a while.
Sigh.
I just wish I wasn´t torturing myself with facebook stalking. Booo.
Sunday, 13 April 2008
Friday, 7 March 2008
spanish boys
I appear to have a stalker.
Yes, me. A stalker. A boy who I willingly ´snogged´(I hate that word) and who then wouldn´t leave me alone for the rest of the night even though I told him I wanted to dance with my friend. He wouldn´t let go of me. I found him weird.
Next morning, I have a text from him, telling me that he loves me. He´s now told me this several times, and can´t understand why I don´t say it back, even though I´ve only known him for 3 hours.
He called me 6 times today. I didn´t answer.
I give up!!
Yes, me. A stalker. A boy who I willingly ´snogged´(I hate that word) and who then wouldn´t leave me alone for the rest of the night even though I told him I wanted to dance with my friend. He wouldn´t let go of me. I found him weird.
Next morning, I have a text from him, telling me that he loves me. He´s now told me this several times, and can´t understand why I don´t say it back, even though I´ve only known him for 3 hours.
He called me 6 times today. I didn´t answer.
I give up!!
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
A girl at Granada Uni was stabbed to death last night in her flat, by someone she knew.
The Spanish Press were all over the Uni today. I have never felt so intruded upon. There were girls sobbing in the corridors with reporters shoving microphones in their faces.
They are grieving for their friend. Why could they not leave them alone?
I hope these people sleep well tonight.
RIP chica.
The Spanish Press were all over the Uni today. I have never felt so intruded upon. There were girls sobbing in the corridors with reporters shoving microphones in their faces.
They are grieving for their friend. Why could they not leave them alone?
I hope these people sleep well tonight.
RIP chica.
Sunday, 2 March 2008
no internet
having no internet is helping me overcome my facebook addiction... but not helping my wallet, the internet caffs are stealing valuable drinking euros!!!
Thursday, 21 February 2008
accident prone
I must be the most accident prone person in all of Europe.
Last summer I smashed up my car overtaking a tractor and nearly killed myself in the process.
A few weeks ago, I took a tumble down the stairs and spent an afternoon in Casualty having my ankle x-rayed.
Two days ago, I fell up a set of concrete stairs in front of my lecture hall and a group of very hot Spanish boys, and my knee is now purple.
Today I have a horrible cold from being stuck outside in the torrential storms (yes, torrential storms in southern Spain!) made worse from the fact that last summer i punctured one of my lungs.
Booooo!
Last summer I smashed up my car overtaking a tractor and nearly killed myself in the process.
A few weeks ago, I took a tumble down the stairs and spent an afternoon in Casualty having my ankle x-rayed.
Two days ago, I fell up a set of concrete stairs in front of my lecture hall and a group of very hot Spanish boys, and my knee is now purple.
Today I have a horrible cold from being stuck outside in the torrential storms (yes, torrential storms in southern Spain!) made worse from the fact that last summer i punctured one of my lungs.
Booooo!
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Spain!!
Oooooh, not updated this for a while, maybe it's time for a bit of writing!
So, Monday evening, my father dropped me off at Bristol Airport. It was then I realised that I had got my flight time wrong, and it was 40 minutes earlier than I thought... So I get to queue jump at check in, queue jump into the departures and no hanging about waiting to board. The BEST way to travel!!
I arrived in Malaga at 8.30pm, jumped in a taxi and told the driver the name of my hostel which I had booked for one night. He had no idea where it was, and ended up driving around a residential area in the Malagan suburbs for almost an hour. Eventually he found it, after I gave him directions in broken Spanish to a place I had never been!!
I only stayed here one night, and got up really early in order to catch a bus to Granada. It took two hours, and I saw some of Andalucía. It is a dry and arid place, but mountainous and still beautiful. I arrived in Granada, and ended up getting off the bus at the wrong stop, and lugging my massively heavy suitcase up a HUGE hill for further than necessary. Found the hostel fairly easily though, compared to Malaga!
Tuesday afternoon was spent wandering around trying to get my bearings and discover a bit of my new home city. Wednesday morning I rose early and headed up to the University. Compared to Corsica, registration was easy. I was given a form to fill out and take to a different office. This office made my student card, which I picked up on Friday, then I went back to the first office with a list of classes I wanted to take. In Corsica the people doing the registration had no idea where they were supposed to be, let alone the foreign students they were supposed to be enrolling!!
The rest of the week I have been frantically searching for somewhere to live. There has been very little choice in rooms or flats.
Flat One: clean and central, but my room was tiny and had no window, and was also the throughroom to the bathroom!
Flat Two: disgusting, no oven/microwave
Flat Three: two Spanish boys and a German Shepherd.
Flat Four: living with Granny Goggins.
Flat Five: in the ghetto.
Flat Six: was a language mix up and turned out to be in a different city!
Flat Seven: the eventual winner. I move in tomorrow, with three other English speaking girls. It's clean, new and fairly central. It's very expensive, but worth it. There is no internet at the moment, but hopefully it won't be long before we are connected!
Classes start tomorrow as well. Because I don't have to do exams, I have chosen:
History of Cinema
History of Andalucía
History of the Comic (not really sure about this one)
Spanish in the Americas
Spanish Music Studies
Hasta Luego!
So, Monday evening, my father dropped me off at Bristol Airport. It was then I realised that I had got my flight time wrong, and it was 40 minutes earlier than I thought... So I get to queue jump at check in, queue jump into the departures and no hanging about waiting to board. The BEST way to travel!!
I arrived in Malaga at 8.30pm, jumped in a taxi and told the driver the name of my hostel which I had booked for one night. He had no idea where it was, and ended up driving around a residential area in the Malagan suburbs for almost an hour. Eventually he found it, after I gave him directions in broken Spanish to a place I had never been!!
I only stayed here one night, and got up really early in order to catch a bus to Granada. It took two hours, and I saw some of Andalucía. It is a dry and arid place, but mountainous and still beautiful. I arrived in Granada, and ended up getting off the bus at the wrong stop, and lugging my massively heavy suitcase up a HUGE hill for further than necessary. Found the hostel fairly easily though, compared to Malaga!
Tuesday afternoon was spent wandering around trying to get my bearings and discover a bit of my new home city. Wednesday morning I rose early and headed up to the University. Compared to Corsica, registration was easy. I was given a form to fill out and take to a different office. This office made my student card, which I picked up on Friday, then I went back to the first office with a list of classes I wanted to take. In Corsica the people doing the registration had no idea where they were supposed to be, let alone the foreign students they were supposed to be enrolling!!
The rest of the week I have been frantically searching for somewhere to live. There has been very little choice in rooms or flats.
Flat One: clean and central, but my room was tiny and had no window, and was also the throughroom to the bathroom!
Flat Two: disgusting, no oven/microwave
Flat Three: two Spanish boys and a German Shepherd.
Flat Four: living with Granny Goggins.
Flat Five: in the ghetto.
Flat Six: was a language mix up and turned out to be in a different city!
Flat Seven: the eventual winner. I move in tomorrow, with three other English speaking girls. It's clean, new and fairly central. It's very expensive, but worth it. There is no internet at the moment, but hopefully it won't be long before we are connected!
Classes start tomorrow as well. Because I don't have to do exams, I have chosen:
History of Cinema
History of Andalucía
History of the Comic (not really sure about this one)
Spanish in the Americas
Spanish Music Studies
Hasta Luego!
Thursday, 24 January 2008
RIP Heath Ledger
I can't believe this guy is dead.
It was one of those surreal moments when I woke up to hear the radio reporting on his death, and for a split second I thought I was dreaming.
Please, please, please don't have died from an intended overdose on 'bad drugs'.
It was one of those surreal moments when I woke up to hear the radio reporting on his death, and for a split second I thought I was dreaming.
Please, please, please don't have died from an intended overdose on 'bad drugs'.
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