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have been meaning to update for a bit with the news that i got a new job! waitressing at a hotel. harder work, yes, but more hours, and also more legal. (was legally required to quit my last job back in june. oops. still, was adhering to the spirit of the law as none of these jobs are permanent. and was hardly taking work off an irish person.) just have to wait round for my p45, sarah said it'd be something like three weeks! but am making more than enough at the moment while still on emergency tax, such a nice feeling not to be borrowing all the time.
brother is coming to visit soonish, hopefully he will fix my computer: the mouse is awful jumpy. but it's clean! and virus free! so irritating. battery is totally fucked now.
have three birthdays in two weeks, and that's only the people in galway. september babies, lord.
other things have been happening but writing seems kinda pointless. had stuff to say about last week's wake - aren't suicides selfish? but then i realised my side of the story was also rather selfish.
am vexed by housemate who simply doesn't like me. but then i get a dozen messages telling me i'm a good person, and therefore obviously housemate is wrong, and crazy as well. haha! sucks to be you, crazy housemate! he needs a job. or a hobby, or a girlfriend. at the moment his whole life is around living in his house, which is hardly enough to be a life, and so he obsesses about stuff. and not even useful stuff, like cleaning the bathroom. ah well, we'll both be gone soon enough.
brother is coming to visit soonish, hopefully he will fix my computer: the mouse is awful jumpy. but it's clean! and virus free! so irritating. battery is totally fucked now.
have three birthdays in two weeks, and that's only the people in galway. september babies, lord.
other things have been happening but writing seems kinda pointless. had stuff to say about last week's wake - aren't suicides selfish? but then i realised my side of the story was also rather selfish.
am vexed by housemate who simply doesn't like me. but then i get a dozen messages telling me i'm a good person, and therefore obviously housemate is wrong, and crazy as well. haha! sucks to be you, crazy housemate! he needs a job. or a hobby, or a girlfriend. at the moment his whole life is around living in his house, which is hardly enough to be a life, and so he obsesses about stuff. and not even useful stuff, like cleaning the bathroom. ah well, we'll both be gone soon enough.
g'aargh
Sweden just isn't the same without you ;)