Another Day of Nothingness

Every time the morning happens again I try to extend my time in bed as long as possible, hoping that this will be time spent sleeping and not in any sort of waking life. It may seem hard to understand, so I will explain it like this.

I have nothing to do...and the things that you may say I have to do are wait around tasks. I'm supposed to find an apartment and a job at the same time. For the apartment I've do some work there, but the English do not like to rent anything to anyone under 25, anyone foreign, or anyone who is not in full time employment. My simple task, maybe in america, is not fun. Besides, even if I can get a response from someone....it'll end soon thereafter. Frankly I'm annoyed at the set up of lodging in this country and I've been here a week.

Where I am now is only getting crazier. Nicola and Paul had a big fight yesterday and it involved £15,000 owed to the neighboors whom hate Paul and whom like Géraud. I'm probably somewhere in the middle. Well, except that these neighboors might be using me as a spy to get dirt on Paul! And, i'd do it, if they paid me. He is an alright chap, but I could use some money since my job hunt has failed to launch. I'm considering going back to school as a way of postponing the real world, but even that seems too far fetched for me. I'm also considering working on this farm that is nearby, but that is a lodge/board for work type set-up...thus no pay and no getting to sleep with géraud all the time. I'm sure he'd be strictly against my living in a barn 15 minutes down the road. I'm not so opposed to it, since it'd allow me to live for free, essentially.

i bought baby spinach, yoghurt, and muesli yesterday.

I'm paying (and by i, i mean géraud) £125 per week to be where i am in this house with all these people. There is a baby next door, and not next door as in seperated, but as in on the other side of my wall. In fact, i think there is a whole hoard of children over there, very naughty children, as i often hear them being scolded by their mother for something. It's oooo so annoying. The same goes for the dog who is always downstairs whining and whimpering and wagging his tail against the wall.

There is nothing terribly interesting to report on in this place. The neighboors house is full of teddy bears. And i mean full; they are everywhere. And the neighboors, this lesbian couple, are o so proud of these bears-some of them cost over $250. If i get fed up with being unemployed and foreign, i might turn to thievery. yes. Of Bears!
Do not tell

I could go on and complain so more but i'm tired and don't actually feel like ranting since i can just drink instead. I think i'll just drink everynight until that turns into an occupation.

I'll put some pictures that Géraud has on his computer up here...because why not

Laxatif Gum

Things in Europe sure are Fresh!

There is this slight personality trait of mine, which is addiction. Addiction to gum. In Europe they conveniently advise of the fact that putting gum in your mouth will gleefully affect your arse. There are no lies, only premonitions. I imagine that if I were to continually buy gum and adult diapers from the same clerk at a store they might catch on to the strange phenomenon that is addiction. Well in all thought, I don't do that. Not yet anyhow. I mean most social experiments fail. Utter failure, followed by the impression that noone is more conscious of you than you. That being said, I have to admit that I have been recently questioning our own eyes ability to interpret mirrored images. So you know how all maps are skewed, and that is impossible to do an accurate projection of land mass that would be our earth-well it is. So perhaps that could be true of our heads in a mirror or evenfurthur our bodies. And we think dogs are dumb because they cant recognise their own images. If we had more eyes, bigger faster, prettier, golden.........that would in no way affect our ability to see. Some people can text message with their eyes closed.

Today was much more eventful than the day that happened to fall before it, even though it rained all day. I am truly in England. I have now a mobile telephone so that if you want you can call me and I can screen your call. Joke. I also ate soup of brocoli and stilton and then drank coffee, multiple times. I like my coffee hot. Scalding? Why, yes indeed. This results in my current status which is blistered mouf. I have two blisters on the roof of my mouth. I popped one and now it oozes into my mouth and tastes bitersweet. But how can you stop tonguing something that oozes? It might be impossible. I know that it will heal because that's what our body does as a hobby.

After café I went to Runcorn via this bridge.
I liked it very much and there is this grand nature reserve that has hills. Oh yes hills, like for sledding and falling.

Across the street from this amazing green space lives two friends of a friend of Dianne. They have a cottage-very much like a hobbit hole. If I were taller I'd have bumps on me head. Then I came back to a whining dog and squawking parrot.
Brief Interjection of People I live with

1. Nicola-English policewoman, large breasted, used to drink 2 bottles of red wine per nite, has one dog Mojo ane one parrot Charlie, likes to say Fock
2. Paul-English bouncer/security guard, very small in height , large muscles, lots of tattoos, one 4 year old son, long nose, Nicola's live-in boyfriend despite the fact that he is still married
3. Nevil-English truck driver aged 35, has one daughter aged 10, is rarely at the house, no known interests, might currently be in Portugal in a truck
4. Géraud-French, cute as a button, likes chocolate, also feels cursed to complain, keeps me warm when I get cold, amazing dinner company
5. Allysin-American, will drink, has no job, no car, no money, has good wiggle-ing through crowds ability, born with a scowl, president of gas club

So then something happened I'm sure.

Now i'm listening to song by Saez called 'Je veux qu'on baise sur ma tombe'. This is a nice family melody. One day I might have french family, but for the meantime ive got one french boy who is still in france in room 306 of some hotel somewhere.

My eye hurts and the remedy could be more wine or sleep. In fact there is this bottle of a Kir Royale downstairs and I really really want it. Is that included in my rent.... I wonder.

Some lady in a raincoat took the dog circa 3 hours ago.

Day 6

I've relearnt the french keyboard, although I do often add lots of exclamation points kinda by accident or perhaps im just way excitée and don't know it. So I'm in Widnes, Cheshire, England. Sitting slant on a bed with the computer, orange it is, sitting slant on my legs (hairy). I've had two glasses of wine so far tonight and could go for two more but then I'd be jeopardizin my morning plans. Which at the moment are as follows:

• Take a shower and make hair begone from legs. Sorry poule but it's trop painful
• Go get a mobile telephone and try not to feel like so much of an imigrant
• Eat yoghurt because then yer cooch is satisfactory
• I never intended this to be all audience appropriate

I'm actually thinking about going to get more wine as I can currently see my to-do list and it's very small and not actually too much to do.

Next paragraph. The reason for my own blog instead of just commenting relentlessly on Ecklis. Well mostly because I've got talk aboot the insanity that is being foreign and really feeling foreign. In the search for apartments in England, Géraud cannot get any responses whereas I can. The reason being he is French and they can tell, he has way lots of vowels in his name and an accent. My name is Scottish, I blend in well, until they get me on the telephone in which case I will be using my fare share of 'lovely', 'brilliant', 'gorgeous', 'cheers', and hell why not ,'focking cunts'. It is still sad that I only elicit a response because they think they are dealing with a native. I'm not. Fooled you for now.

Next Song.
Since I'm paying £125 per week to stay where I am, I have been trying to eat and drink as much as possible-you know to really get my money's worth. IT is just dayumn hard. The latina comes through much more than expected. I really hope Eckli learns her a real good accent. And well she should do because an accent, hidden inside, is probably the best seducing agent I can think of. Full Stop.

I really wish I had some pictures to make your pupils dialate and then relax, but I dont have me a camera and you can just go to this site for them. Them being not my pictures but things that you should look at and then read the commentaries to understand why we should all be more upset than we are-and then get loud aboot it.