my first time ;)
Livejournal first entry
so here it is, the story of me. i´m not quite sure why i am writing this on the internet...wether it is a sad desire to be loved or a ritualistic idealistic "must fill it in cos everyone else on this shitty planet does". probably a combination of all three if i am honest about it.
i dont know if anyone will care about what i write, i dont know if anyone will comment on it...but fuck, who really cares anyway? tho i am sitting here naked in front of my long dormant computer screen divulging the thoughts that normally sit inside my brain, i´m still not actually sure if anyone will be listening. ho hum.
so who am i ? i guess i would say i am a "normal" 22 year old...(yer right), only i live in spain and act more like del boy or roger the doger than any normal 22 year old that i know. Anything that is money needs to be well thought out and done properly. money really IS everything, there is no substitute. i´d sell my grandma if i could :|.
so spain. why am i here in this hot bastard country pretending to be spanish and not just another wanker of an ex-pat? well..i guess i would say that the whole event was "forced" on me...a case of badly planned blackmail/guilt-tripping. nevermind about that tho. it was 5 years ago. 5 whole years i´ve been here. 4 long wet winters and 5 even longer summers. when it rains here ...shit..it really does. i´d recomend anyone visiting between september and may to bring a submarine and a rain coat, with its pockets stuffed with candles. i´m very surprised when we can even go one night in the winter with the electricity powerering the home rather than candle light. i swear living in spain is like living in the 1930´s. during the winter all we need is 10 minutes of rain and the whole town is without power. in summer the water is on and off more than a whores drawers on navy pay day. we´ve just moved house and although the downstairs has been reformed and decorated, the upstairs is just the same as it was 50 years ago, 2 core plugs everywhere except the kitchen, so for god´s sake dont buy chrome lamp stands or touch the computer casing.. buzz :| the floor in my house slopes, its evident to me that the house used to be one story, and the second floor added directly to the flat roof...wether that is strong enough to hold the weight of all the clothes in my wardrobes i am yet to be find out.
what the hell am i doing even writing this. i dont know. perhaps it boredom. i said my computer was "long dormant", well, thats kind of an over exageration. its been sitting un-used for two weeks. for the first week, the one previous to the last, i had a visitor. so i wasn´t online, the second, i had no telephone line because the previous owner scarpered without paying the bills.. grrr.. :@
hmmm... i was just thinking about who got me "into" livejournal in the first place, and i gotta tell u that there is only one other person that i know with a livejournal, and thats Emilie. emilie is...wow..how can i out this without sounding tooooo much like a freaky stalker ? emilie is wonderful. emilie is everything i want in a girl. emilie is fantastic. she doesn´t think so, but everyone around her does and she wont believe what anyone says. emilie is one of those...sort of..hippy type girls..she wears baggy clothes, shes a vegatarian, she supports greenpeace and is all anti war and everything...i respect and appluaud her for being her, and for not letting anyone tell her what to do, how to dress or anything, emilie is truely herself. emilie is fab. i tell her that every single time i speak to her, she is like an angel of msn. whenever i am online and feeling shitty she pops up and says hey...and her even speaking to me makes me crack the biggest smile i possibly can. i spoke to her on the fone once, on her birthday..she sounded so sweet and innocent i swear i just fell off my chair and i had to lay down at the very second that i heard her voice i thought i had died and gone to heaven :) i cant wait to finally meet her and i swear if i lived in the uk i would of asked her out already. anyway..enough about emilie, i might say something i would regret ;), and we all know i dont wanna do that :) cos emilie is just..a very special friend :)
I love computers, but i hate them at the same time. a couple weeks ago (pre visitor) my fantastical fabulous computer decided to go tits up and get a virus. (damn those music downloads :( )...now i had a billion pictures of friends, people i had met, family members...all sorts.. all taken on my excuse of a digital camera. now thats what pisses me off the most u know, that the pictures are irreplacable. they were all spur of the moment pictures and those moments will never be repeated. friends birthdays, people visiting me. i can never get those back. :( i´m not at all bothered about the thousands of music files that i lost.. they can be got again, they will always be there on the internet.. its the pictures that gets me so ...annoyed.
Today is ...tuesday. today has been a funny day. u can tell how bored to death i am, yesterday i went outside, mixed up some cement and rendered a wall. how stupid is that ? :S today i decided to paint it, so now it looks almost professional...i´m quite impressed with it myself, considering i´ve never done anything like it before in my life, i guess thats what comes from being such a nosy git :) i´m always watching people, watching what they do. i guess it obviously pays off.
When i was finished with the painting an that, i went downstairs and watched neibours, that was a bit o a novelty, i´ve not watched it for a month or so. funny how charecters change in that program. while i was sat there mum started talking about buying a bar or a cafe, a sandwich bar, something like that, something that we could all participate in. i was perplexed, does this mean that the two of them are actually going to do some work ? my mother has not had a job for 4 and a half years. "i do ironing and i make cards and stuff to sell". oh. very good. i forgot that we are rolling in money and have extra money to spend buying things off of ebay for you, spending 20 or 30 quid a week on shit. she´s just persuaded my dad to buy her a "guilotine" u know the sort that we used to use in schools, the ones with the roller cutter. apparently she really "needed" one of those. it was 18€, that was a weeks shopping money that she would rather spend on an "investment" that she really really "needed" and would obviously die without it. its so much more important than food, obviously. silly me.
so here it is, the story of me. i´m not quite sure why i am writing this on the internet...wether it is a sad desire to be loved or a ritualistic idealistic "must fill it in cos everyone else on this shitty planet does". probably a combination of all three if i am honest about it.
i dont know if anyone will care about what i write, i dont know if anyone will comment on it...but fuck, who really cares anyway? tho i am sitting here naked in front of my long dormant computer screen divulging the thoughts that normally sit inside my brain, i´m still not actually sure if anyone will be listening. ho hum.
so who am i ? i guess i would say i am a "normal" 22 year old...(yer right), only i live in spain and act more like del boy or roger the doger than any normal 22 year old that i know. Anything that is money needs to be well thought out and done properly. money really IS everything, there is no substitute. i´d sell my grandma if i could :|.
so spain. why am i here in this hot bastard country pretending to be spanish and not just another wanker of an ex-pat? well..i guess i would say that the whole event was "forced" on me...a case of badly planned blackmail/guilt-tripping. nevermind about that tho. it was 5 years ago. 5 whole years i´ve been here. 4 long wet winters and 5 even longer summers. when it rains here ...shit..it really does. i´d recomend anyone visiting between september and may to bring a submarine and a rain coat, with its pockets stuffed with candles. i´m very surprised when we can even go one night in the winter with the electricity powerering the home rather than candle light. i swear living in spain is like living in the 1930´s. during the winter all we need is 10 minutes of rain and the whole town is without power. in summer the water is on and off more than a whores drawers on navy pay day. we´ve just moved house and although the downstairs has been reformed and decorated, the upstairs is just the same as it was 50 years ago, 2 core plugs everywhere except the kitchen, so for god´s sake dont buy chrome lamp stands or touch the computer casing.. buzz :| the floor in my house slopes, its evident to me that the house used to be one story, and the second floor added directly to the flat roof...wether that is strong enough to hold the weight of all the clothes in my wardrobes i am yet to be find out.
what the hell am i doing even writing this. i dont know. perhaps it boredom. i said my computer was "long dormant", well, thats kind of an over exageration. its been sitting un-used for two weeks. for the first week, the one previous to the last, i had a visitor. so i wasn´t online, the second, i had no telephone line because the previous owner scarpered without paying the bills.. grrr.. :@
hmmm... i was just thinking about who got me "into" livejournal in the first place, and i gotta tell u that there is only one other person that i know with a livejournal, and thats Emilie. emilie is...wow..how can i out this without sounding tooooo much like a freaky stalker ? emilie is wonderful. emilie is everything i want in a girl. emilie is fantastic. she doesn´t think so, but everyone around her does and she wont believe what anyone says. emilie is one of those...sort of..hippy type girls..she wears baggy clothes, shes a vegatarian, she supports greenpeace and is all anti war and everything...i respect and appluaud her for being her, and for not letting anyone tell her what to do, how to dress or anything, emilie is truely herself. emilie is fab. i tell her that every single time i speak to her, she is like an angel of msn. whenever i am online and feeling shitty she pops up and says hey...and her even speaking to me makes me crack the biggest smile i possibly can. i spoke to her on the fone once, on her birthday..she sounded so sweet and innocent i swear i just fell off my chair and i had to lay down at the very second that i heard her voice i thought i had died and gone to heaven :) i cant wait to finally meet her and i swear if i lived in the uk i would of asked her out already. anyway..enough about emilie, i might say something i would regret ;), and we all know i dont wanna do that :) cos emilie is just..a very special friend :)
I love computers, but i hate them at the same time. a couple weeks ago (pre visitor) my fantastical fabulous computer decided to go tits up and get a virus. (damn those music downloads :( )...now i had a billion pictures of friends, people i had met, family members...all sorts.. all taken on my excuse of a digital camera. now thats what pisses me off the most u know, that the pictures are irreplacable. they were all spur of the moment pictures and those moments will never be repeated. friends birthdays, people visiting me. i can never get those back. :( i´m not at all bothered about the thousands of music files that i lost.. they can be got again, they will always be there on the internet.. its the pictures that gets me so ...annoyed.
Today is ...tuesday. today has been a funny day. u can tell how bored to death i am, yesterday i went outside, mixed up some cement and rendered a wall. how stupid is that ? :S today i decided to paint it, so now it looks almost professional...i´m quite impressed with it myself, considering i´ve never done anything like it before in my life, i guess thats what comes from being such a nosy git :) i´m always watching people, watching what they do. i guess it obviously pays off.
When i was finished with the painting an that, i went downstairs and watched neibours, that was a bit o a novelty, i´ve not watched it for a month or so. funny how charecters change in that program. while i was sat there mum started talking about buying a bar or a cafe, a sandwich bar, something like that, something that we could all participate in. i was perplexed, does this mean that the two of them are actually going to do some work ? my mother has not had a job for 4 and a half years. "i do ironing and i make cards and stuff to sell". oh. very good. i forgot that we are rolling in money and have extra money to spend buying things off of ebay for you, spending 20 or 30 quid a week on shit. she´s just persuaded my dad to buy her a "guilotine" u know the sort that we used to use in schools, the ones with the roller cutter. apparently she really "needed" one of those. it was 18€, that was a weeks shopping money that she would rather spend on an "investment" that she really really "needed" and would obviously die without it. its so much more important than food, obviously. silly me.