I had a good day today.
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mutedtempestIt's about time after the Week from Hell, too. lol.
I got up this morning because the Finnish girl in the bed above me kept moving around and making the springs squeak, so I couldnt sleep anymore. I showered and got all my stuff out of the room, and then I went to breakfast at Burger King. I dont usually eat breakfast but I was hungry. I was going to eat at the hostel since they provide breakfast, but I missed it because I was in a room with 9 other girls and one bathroom. lol.
Anyway, while there I was jabbered at by a very annoying man who works there. All he ever does is take the garbage off the tables and clean them. Anyway, he asked where I was from, if i miss my family, where I'm staying, etc. I just wanted to be left alone, but I decided to not be an antisocial bitch and talked back to him. When he heard that I'm looking for an apartment, he asked if I'd mind sharing a room with someone. I asked him to repeat himself, because I'm actually looking to share an apartment. But no, he meant a room. Sharing a bedroom with a stranger. I mean, at least if i share a flat with a stranger I have my own space, but a ROOM? No fucking way. Ever. Sharing a place is bad enough and I've just barely convinced myself I can do that.
I told the guy no, and then went back to the hostel to re-book. Since I've been looking for a flat and have no idea when I'll get one, I've just been booking every day. but the girl was nice and told me I can book a bed for 10 pounds a night, for a week, and if i find a flat I can tell them and they can refund me some. Its cheaper than paying twice as much, lol.
After that, I went to the work program orientation I'm required to do through my visa scheme. I went, and it was fine, but my period decided to pay me back today since it was nice the whole time I was with bestfriend. I was in agony and barely madeit through the hour and a half. On top of that, I didnt take my insulin before i left, so all in all I was feeling pretty shitty. I also learned that after January, that visa office is closing because my stupid country cant seem to make any reciprocal visa arrangements with the UK. I think that fucking blows. What's wrong with wanting to see the rest of the world? I just dont get it, do the American powers that be truly think that the US is the only place an American would EVER want to be? It makes me really sad. I hate my country so fucking much sometimes. But meh, at least I got lucky and am here.
When I got back to the hostel I took my insulin and then relaxed a little, and felt a bit better. I went this afternoon on a bus journey to view another room, and I absolutely LOVE it. It's huge, the bed is recessed into the wall so it's like a private little cave, there are no bills aside from broadband which is only another 10 pounds a month, and the place is nice and in a great area. The only other person that lives there is a nice guy named Colin, and his girlfriend stays sometimes. He even has a little fridge he can put in there for me so I can keep stuff on hand in case I get low.
He's supposed to get back to me either tomorrow or the next day, so yay. I really hope I get it. The other one was nice, but nothing compared to this. Plus, this is really fucking cheap, and I can pay weekly if I want to.
After doing that, I wandered around the neighborhood a little. It's nice. Not the beach like I'd been hoping, but hell, I can take a damn bus there in 20 minutes if i truly need to. Speaking of buses, I took the long way home, and stayed on the bus as it went through town and into a really cute little suburb called Bonnyrigg. The Scottish countryside is fucking gorgeous and the architecture is amazing. I love it here. I mean, I know I'll love Ireland, but Scotland will always have a special place in my heart. It was the first foreign country I really fell in love with.
I decided that I wanted a nice dinner tonight. I've been living on Burger King, refrigerated sandwiches from the drugstore and packets of grapes and apples, and I was tired of it. So, i walked up to a nice little Scottish pub and had me some haggis, neeps and tatties. It was really good, except the neeps, because they're turnips and I hate those. But it was good and I'm glad I did that, my tummy is thanking me now. Also, I had to go up the bar and order, and even though I was really scared, I did just fine.
On the way to dinner, I passed about 6 shops with help wanted signs in the windows. Tomorrow I'm going to the visa office to print off my CV, and giving it to all those places and then some. I'm hoping to have a job by Monday at the very latest.
So, yeah. This is me, finally done babbling about my day.
Anyway, while there I was jabbered at by a very annoying man who works there. All he ever does is take the garbage off the tables and clean them. Anyway, he asked where I was from, if i miss my family, where I'm staying, etc. I just wanted to be left alone, but I decided to not be an antisocial bitch and talked back to him. When he heard that I'm looking for an apartment, he asked if I'd mind sharing a room with someone. I asked him to repeat himself, because I'm actually looking to share an apartment. But no, he meant a room. Sharing a bedroom with a stranger. I mean, at least if i share a flat with a stranger I have my own space, but a ROOM? No fucking way. Ever. Sharing a place is bad enough and I've just barely convinced myself I can do that.
I told the guy no, and then went back to the hostel to re-book. Since I've been looking for a flat and have no idea when I'll get one, I've just been booking every day. but the girl was nice and told me I can book a bed for 10 pounds a night, for a week, and if i find a flat I can tell them and they can refund me some. Its cheaper than paying twice as much, lol.
After that, I went to the work program orientation I'm required to do through my visa scheme. I went, and it was fine, but my period decided to pay me back today since it was nice the whole time I was with bestfriend. I was in agony and barely madeit through the hour and a half. On top of that, I didnt take my insulin before i left, so all in all I was feeling pretty shitty. I also learned that after January, that visa office is closing because my stupid country cant seem to make any reciprocal visa arrangements with the UK. I think that fucking blows. What's wrong with wanting to see the rest of the world? I just dont get it, do the American powers that be truly think that the US is the only place an American would EVER want to be? It makes me really sad. I hate my country so fucking much sometimes. But meh, at least I got lucky and am here.
When I got back to the hostel I took my insulin and then relaxed a little, and felt a bit better. I went this afternoon on a bus journey to view another room, and I absolutely LOVE it. It's huge, the bed is recessed into the wall so it's like a private little cave, there are no bills aside from broadband which is only another 10 pounds a month, and the place is nice and in a great area. The only other person that lives there is a nice guy named Colin, and his girlfriend stays sometimes. He even has a little fridge he can put in there for me so I can keep stuff on hand in case I get low.
He's supposed to get back to me either tomorrow or the next day, so yay. I really hope I get it. The other one was nice, but nothing compared to this. Plus, this is really fucking cheap, and I can pay weekly if I want to.
After doing that, I wandered around the neighborhood a little. It's nice. Not the beach like I'd been hoping, but hell, I can take a damn bus there in 20 minutes if i truly need to. Speaking of buses, I took the long way home, and stayed on the bus as it went through town and into a really cute little suburb called Bonnyrigg. The Scottish countryside is fucking gorgeous and the architecture is amazing. I love it here. I mean, I know I'll love Ireland, but Scotland will always have a special place in my heart. It was the first foreign country I really fell in love with.
I decided that I wanted a nice dinner tonight. I've been living on Burger King, refrigerated sandwiches from the drugstore and packets of grapes and apples, and I was tired of it. So, i walked up to a nice little Scottish pub and had me some haggis, neeps and tatties. It was really good, except the neeps, because they're turnips and I hate those. But it was good and I'm glad I did that, my tummy is thanking me now. Also, I had to go up the bar and order, and even though I was really scared, I did just fine.
On the way to dinner, I passed about 6 shops with help wanted signs in the windows. Tomorrow I'm going to the visa office to print off my CV, and giving it to all those places and then some. I'm hoping to have a job by Monday at the very latest.
So, yeah. This is me, finally done babbling about my day.
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:39 pm (UTC)Also, I really hope you get to stay at that place.
Msn is being really mean to me right now and it keeps returning everything I try to say to you.
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:42 pm (UTC)I hope so too, I love it lots. And then when DD comes to visit there will be lots of room for her to sleep and hang out and stuff.
MSN sucks balls. I loves you though.
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Date: 2008-10-08 02:45 pm (UTC)And haggis = gross.