Zombieland

I really like hostels, usually. Cause you always meet interesting people from all over the world and you're usually on holidays, going somewhere, which is always good.
Tonight, when The Cunt's (this is what I will call him, at least until I got a bit of sleep and can be nice again)phone rang for the upteenth time, I thought that maybe I am getting too old for this.
Went to bed quite late anyway, cuz I met Eva and her friend Sophie (who is straight and still something like the Oak Bar mascot)for free game night at the Oak. Won a few games of Connect 4 (I am good at this. Eva says I should put it on my CV.) and lost a few games of pool and then went back to the hostel, where I tried to make the internet work for about 2 hours. I failed, but ended up watching "Monster" for the 5th time. I love that film, because - secret fact about me - I love Christina Ricci, especially when she is playing a lesbo.
In the end watching Charlize standing in the rain with a grumpy face killing assholes for 2 hours got me quite depressed, tho. So I wasn't in the best mood when I went to bed. And THEN after sleeping for 30 minutes The Cunt entered the scene. First of all he turned the lights on and talked on his phone really loudly until everyone in the dorm was awake, then he waved a plastic bag around for about half an hour and was generally as loud as possible while putting on his little pyjamas. Until one of the other girls in the room went: "Fucking hell..." and started crying.*
Then he stopped and left the room. With the lights on. So I got up and turned them off. And everyone went back to sleep for another 15 minutes.
The Cunt came back with a friend, talking and laughing and we all stuck out our little heads from behind our bed curtains and stared at him in disbelief. He just ignored us and when his friend finally left went back to playing with his plastic bag. So at some point I couldn't take it anymore, cause I had had a long day, innit.

DUUUUUDE IT'S HALF TWO IN THE MORNING, SORT YOUR SHIT OUT AND TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!

- is more or less what I shouted at him. Everyone else started clapping.*
He actually did put his plastic bag away and lay down to play with his phone, which apparently he wasn't able to do in the dark (for he left the lights on) or without key sounds (cause every time he pressed a key on his phone it beeped). And then... then he fell asleep (and of course he snored like a lumberjack, but you can't really tell him off for that).

So I got up to turn the lights off and lay down my little head and closed my tired eyes and ignored The Cunt's phone which kept ringing from time to time with the most annoying ring tone.

Absolutely KNACKERED today. (I bet you wonder why.) And very grumpy, too. Hope a little bit of fresh inner city London air will cheer me up. If not, Gabby definitely will tonight!

Also, I am annoyed by this German teacher talking crap to her poor students about how awful food in England is and generally everything English, while everything in Germany is so much better. Should have stayed there then, innit.

*tromps off*


So let me tell you about the long day I had before meeting The Cunt. Cause that was actually quite good!
I made my way to Belham in the morning, took the bus to Old Street and then got on the tube. The Shad office is right next to Belham Station, so I didn't have any problems finding it.
Yeah, so the interview was very relaxed, basically he just had me repeat what I already wrote in my application. Then he asked some extra questions like how I would feel about working with people of a different sexual orientation (Obviously I told him that I feel very uncomfortable working with straight people.), how I would feel about doing 24 hour shifts (Been there, done that. Hope I will get to do lots of them and then be off work lots, too.), if I am an honest person (which I found a bit of a ridiculous question, as I NEVER lie) and stuff like that. Then he told me to meet my client (who I still don't know anything about) today! Which basically means: I got the job. Yayay! If my client likes me I will be living in Tooting (yeah, I know, have been pittied lots already) by next week!
Also he signed me up for some NVQ in Health and Social Care course. Dunno what it is about, really. But it's free and why not do it.

So I am off to Balham again in a bit and then finally, finally meet Gabby in Soho for beers and ranting about CUNTS and other terrible people.

Sorry for saying the c-word so much.



* True story!