A Sweet Suprise
Oh god damn the weather is nice today! I went for a swim this morning -
I'd woken up feeling like I'd been bashed I was so tired, and on my way
home I felt so happy that I nearly cried. It was a really strange
feeling. I haven't cried in weeks, which is quite a change from my 2
month phase of crying everyday. People talk about tears of joy, but its
not something I've ever experienced myself... The great thing is that
there's nothing in particular that is making me feel this happy, so it
must be me. 3 months down the track it plainly clear how much smoking
pot all the time was fucking me up.
I went out to Alia on Thursday with Matt for a few drinks and ended up
behaving like a retard. It was great. I met this really hot Israeli
chick called Yani, and while the accent caused a bit of a language
barrier, I think she got the drift that I was cracking on to her
because after a while she ripped my drink out of my hand and kissed me.
Hehehe. She wasn't a particularly good kisser though, which was a bit
of a let down. I talked to her friend Jasmine, who was very nice and
she gave me her phone number and said we should have a drink when she's
finished exams. As I was leaving I met this random who told me to go
along to lesbian kareoke at the Glasshouse on Sunday. I dont think I'll
go this week but I might give it a go next week. Sounds like it would
be fucking hilarious.
I had to go job hunting on Friday which was a real drainer to do when
you're hung over. But I got an interview with Colorado in Melbourne
central and a lot of other positive responses. I made my way to Smith
St to start droping resumes in at bars and noticed that Alia was open.
I walked up and ended up talking to the manager- Adam who asked me to
work that night as door bitch. I was so shocked! Naturally I agreed
because I've wanted a job working the bar for so long, so at 9.30 I was
in the same place I was 24 hours ago chatting up an Israeli but this
time as a staff member. The other workers were really friendly, and I
was given free drinks as I worked. Particually, Kristine who comes
across as a really genuiene and lovely person. I
REALLY
hope that I get offered more shifts there. Adam came up to me as he was
leaving and said he'd give me a call on Wednesday night and let me know
if he could slot me in next weekend...
"You're gay aren't you?"
"Yes"
"Well I try and get all the gay girls a shift on Thursday night because they seem to enjoy themselves more"
"That sounds like me"
"Well I'l call you on Wednesday and let you know"
I'm gonna look for more work nonetheless because my supersitious
thinking tells me that if I put all my eggs in one basket I will be
fucked. This keyboard is a piece of shit and I keep making typos. Need
to figure out what I am going to tell my boss about the fact that I am
already taking up offers of other work. And I need to finish early on
Tuesday to go to my job interview. I really can't be fucked with being
a public servent anymore, and its completely ridiculous that I ever
became one. I'm just far to prone to saying it like it is! I want
icecream. I'm going to go get some
Current Mood:
loving lifeCurrent Music: De La Soul