French, Irish, Irish or Spanish?
I got the job. I'm gonna start my job on thursday if everything goes well on my final interview. Apparently they have a person who interviews all new people at Brown Thomas, and they have to accept me as an employee, otherwise I won't get the job, even if a certain department already have given me the job... Complicated? Yeah, I know.
Anyway, that means that I REALLY have to decide whether I'm gonna stay here or not. Do I want to? I have no idea. It's such a big city, and I want to move to Belfast. I really think I want to move to Belfast. But I have a problem. I will come back to that later, now I will tell you about last night....
We went to a pub called "The Hairy Lemon". Cool pub, no tourists, that was nice. We were drinking and chatting, having fun. I had a text conversation with Manuel and I promised him to show up at the house party later. We went to Temple Bar to say hi to Nina, a swedish girl who's working in a coffe shop. She had already gone home when we arrived so we went to the pub where John and his friend Paul was waiting. I went in, and within 5 minutes I had seen a penis, been told not to tattoo weirdos on my shoulders, that I was worthy dying for and that I was gorgeous...
BIG TRAUMA!!!! Two guys me at the bar stopped me. They looked nice, not creepy or anything. One guy said "Look at this" And I took a look at the other guys very very pale legs. I was shocked because he was just standing in underwear. Then his friend suddenly pulled the other guys thing out!!! CHOCK!! I actually thought I was gonna faint! And then the guy just turned around and made a g-string of his underwear so I could see his even whiter butt! And then I ran! And I will NEVER EVER EVER go in to that bar AGAIN!
We took a taxi to the house party, it was in Drumcondra. Manuel came an met us. The house was totally packed with people. It was quite a big house, but you were standing packed like herrings =) and every second person passing us were smoking a joint...
There were mostly irish people there, and spanish. They were fun. Met a really fun guy called John. Around half three we left though, because Elin and Jonas had to go up at 6...their plane were leaving at 8.30 this morning. She's in Sweden on holiday for a week. I'm gonna miss her.
And today...Woke up at 12. John and Paul left to play pool or something. It was only me and Charlie at home. That's the french guy who's renting their room...He's veeery cute by the way. =) And I asked him if he wanted to take a walk with me, because the sun was actually shining... And we ended up for a 3 and a half hour long walk, with a included lunch at a nice restaurant...We had fun. And there we have the problem....He's very cute. I like him.
And tomorrow we're going to Portmarnock and Malahide together...He haven't been there before so I promised to take him there if it wasn't raining. And then we might go to the cinema. He insisted on paying for our lunch...
Still I'm texting to Austin. I'm really looking forward to see him. He's at some Music Festival in West Meath, with like country music, gospel and things like that. I think. Someone called Ricky Skagg and Blind boys of Alabama...Heard of them? Me neither. He's cute. And I think that Paul should be back in Ireland today or tomorrow. Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't have three dates at the same time. It makes me confused. But hey, I'm a cool girl. It strange. It's like everybody's interested at the same time. It's everyone or none at all. I take all. And I'll sort the problems when they come.
The most importnant thing is that I'm happy. And that I am.
