Happy St. Patrick's
I had my interview on Thursday at Burswood casino. I think i've got a pretty good chance of getting the job, as my competition were;
Helen - A middle-aged Kiwi woman with the IQ of a coconut
Marla - An ageing overweight Kiwi who applied for the job because 'She'd never worked there before'
Alexandra - A teenage dirtbag
Xin - Unable to comprehend the English language
Felix - A relic of the Soviet Union with Parkinson's Disease
Irina - A kindly Russian woman, but not too crash hot in the English department
Afeterwards i met up with Chris so he could tell me why he dumped me. It went along the lines of; He had lost the romantic feeling towards me, and saw us more as friends... so it would've been unfair on both of us to keep it going. I told him that the romantic feeling never lasts forever, he should've let me know or something rather than unfairly dumping me at the last minute. I told him that i was very hurt, that i found the basis for his actions immature and naïve, and that as far as i can now see, he will never get to know more than what he already knows. He will never hear me play the violin.
St. Patrick's day really went off for me. I went to the gym, then had a pint of Guinness upon my arrival at uni. I was good in the lecture (after my pint), but decided that i'd need another one before my maths test. I had another then sat the test, in which i scored %100. I resolve to drink more before tests. Donna, Kristie, Andrew and I then sat in the Tavern and bought jugs of beer and I pints of Guinness... so we were feeling quite well before our tutorial. My tutor asked me 'Why are you here you drunken Irishman? You smell like beer.' It was fun. Then Kristie and I (Donna ran off) returned to the tavern and shared another jug before returning to her house. The car drive was interesting, seeing as Kristie was kinda drunk. I was steering half the time, and i was pretty well on my way. We bought a six-pack of Becks and drunk that along the way, having also a Bailey's and coffee shot... which was surprisingly nice. When Kristy was ready, we went to her work (a bar) where i sat and drank the free drinks that Kristy kept pouring me. I was plastered.
I just found out that Chris was hitting on lithisium while we were together, suggesting that the two of them sleep together. I felt a pain go through my entire body when i heard that. I don't get why someone would need to do that while they're with me. What's wrong with me?
Helen - A middle-aged Kiwi woman with the IQ of a coconut
Marla - An ageing overweight Kiwi who applied for the job because 'She'd never worked there before'
Alexandra - A teenage dirtbag
Xin - Unable to comprehend the English language
Felix - A relic of the Soviet Union with Parkinson's Disease
Irina - A kindly Russian woman, but not too crash hot in the English department
Afeterwards i met up with Chris so he could tell me why he dumped me. It went along the lines of; He had lost the romantic feeling towards me, and saw us more as friends... so it would've been unfair on both of us to keep it going. I told him that the romantic feeling never lasts forever, he should've let me know or something rather than unfairly dumping me at the last minute. I told him that i was very hurt, that i found the basis for his actions immature and naïve, and that as far as i can now see, he will never get to know more than what he already knows. He will never hear me play the violin.
St. Patrick's day really went off for me. I went to the gym, then had a pint of Guinness upon my arrival at uni. I was good in the lecture (after my pint), but decided that i'd need another one before my maths test. I had another then sat the test, in which i scored %100. I resolve to drink more before tests. Donna, Kristie, Andrew and I then sat in the Tavern and bought jugs of beer and I pints of Guinness... so we were feeling quite well before our tutorial. My tutor asked me 'Why are you here you drunken Irishman? You smell like beer.' It was fun. Then Kristie and I (Donna ran off) returned to the tavern and shared another jug before returning to her house. The car drive was interesting, seeing as Kristie was kinda drunk. I was steering half the time, and i was pretty well on my way. We bought a six-pack of Becks and drunk that along the way, having also a Bailey's and coffee shot... which was surprisingly nice. When Kristy was ready, we went to her work (a bar) where i sat and drank the free drinks that Kristy kept pouring me. I was plastered.
I just found out that Chris was hitting on lithisium while we were together, suggesting that the two of them sleep together. I felt a pain go through my entire body when i heard that. I don't get why someone would need to do that while they're with me. What's wrong with me?