Nothing To Say

Seriously, I've got nothing. I've been flirting like mad, a blind man would see I was interested but nothing. So instead of writing, here's me today:


ETA: So tonight The Boy (he does actually have a name and I know it) came with this annoying friend to Neptun for a drink all dressed up and shit before they went on. He did that on purpose just to make me drool, I know it! Man, he looked so good! Where to?, I asked, and he said to another town. Damn him for not being here when he leaves on MONDAY! Tick-tock, people, tick-tock! And now we're gonna go get some pizza. Comfort food, YES! I need it badly.

Day Off

As usual, I'm spending it cooking. It's pretty much the only day when I'm willing to cook so there you go.
I dreamt of McDonalds, I was ordering McSundae with caramel fudge and apple pie. I miss McDonalds and the closest one here is an hour long drive away. *cries* It's obviously time to go home. LOL I also dreamt of The Boy (the incredibly witty nicknames I come up are really something, I know). We made out. And that would be the furthest that my "wet dreams" go. I am so lame. The other night I was working but it was past closing time so I was sweeping inside and they were on the terrace and he came in and asked me if I was still working. I stepped way into his personal space and said: Well what do I look like? and he said: You look good but that's not what I asked. LOL Was that flirting? Cuz lemme tell you, I get nothing form the lame-ass flirting - I need to be thrown on the bar and ravished! Or something. I dunno, it's been to long. Who even says ravished nowadays?! Oh yeah, people who last had sex in the 18th century. Namely, me.
I'm getting along with CR2. I made lunch, we ate, and now we're chatting pleasantly. Let's see how long it'll last. But I'm trying, I really am.
I can't believe I'll be home in 10 days! It flew by, I can honestly say. It wasn't uneventful, what with CR and everything but to go home without a summer fling, well, that's just unacceptable! I fail as a woman. Unrequited crush - pfft!
OK, this was short so here's some me:


I get more beautiful by the minute, don't I? LOL Gotta love photoshop!

Rant & Stuff

But first the rant. You know it's my favourite part of every post.
The other night we were supposed to go out again. We were supposed to go to a concert and then we weren't and then we were and then we weren't and then finally we decided to just go for a pizza. Remember that gas station pizzeria that's open 24/7 where Jelena and I go when we want to get away from the ever-prying ears of Neptun so we can talk? Well. This time she took CR2 with us. Throughout the whole evening I've said maybe a total of two sentences. There's nothing I want to talk about with her. I wanted to talk to Jelena. Openly. As we used to talk. But that was impossible with CR2 around. OK, so she happens to be her BF's sister. I get it. It's family. (Even though she's only been with the said BF for like 2 months or less.) But she didn't even realise she was tainting our place. I was pissed! Seriously. I was so mad at her for inviting her. I don't like CR2. I think she's no good in the broadest sense of the word. It's not that she's stupid but she's crazy in a bad way, and is lazy, and she keeps rolling her eyes at me (OK, so I roll eyes A LOT but dammit, one does not roll eyes at me!) AND I've been told she even makes faces behind my back when I tell her to do something (I've been told that by my boss who totally saw her do it more than once). So I don't like her. And she doesn't like me back. Which is fine. But I'm not the kind who will dislike someone who reciprocates and then go on pretending we're friends or something. I don't care for spending time with her. I just don't. Sue me. But Jelena and her seem to be attached at the hips or something. It's like they're glued together. Suddenly I don't matter at all. So I'm needy, I know. But that's just how I am and Jelena knows that and she's been dealing with it just fine till no. But now, now she keeps taking CR2's side all the fucking time and she spends every waking moment with her and I feel more than redundant. It's like suddenly I don't exist anymore. Ok, so she went out with us. So did it have to be the pizza place of all places? We could've gone to some bar for a drink or whatever. Instead, she's ruined my haven for me for good. Thanks a lot, Jelena, really. Hope you and your so-called sister-in-law have a happy life together.

This weekend was to die of work. OMG, at some points there were up to 5 people behind the bar and still we hardly managed. My boss did the dishes, for fuck's sake! It was madhouse, I'm telling you. But then yesterday he slipped me €50 bonus. Eee! Money's good. It's not the most important thing but it's good to know you're appreciated in one way or the other.

Italians... Oh man. Why don't those people speak any other language but their own? Seriously. There came this group of 8 (I think) Italians and wanted a certain number of cappuccinos (cappuccini, actually, but I digress) but I can't count in Italian, a'ight? Then the woman managed to say five in English. Phew. Then came two guys who wanted to have a certain number of sandwiches to go. It turned out to be seven. Seriously, people, English? Thanks. To be fair, there's an awfully nice young couple staying in Neptun and taking the diving course who speak English very well and it's a joy having them around. See? Not that hard. But most of them refuse to even bother. They speak Italian and we can all screw ourselves. Imagine me coming to, say, Belgium and speaking nothing but Croatian. Exactly.

No news on The Boy front. Except that I almost slapped his ass today. I was passing behind him and there it was, just in front of me. My eyes went straight to it and my hand almost followed suit but I managed to regain some self-controll at the last moment. Seriously, what is the matter with me? Since when is it OK for a waitress to randomly slap guests' butts in the middle of the terrace? I think I might just be losing it.

I got a tee from my boss' wife. LOVE the sign! See for yourself:

Can you see I've lost weight?

Quick Update

...on my boring life here at the deserted island. OK, so it's not as boring as it is back home but it's not exciting either.
Anywayzz... You know the guy I randomly mention every now and then in, like, every post? Yes? Good. So, the guy is apparently breaking up with his GF. I don't really know what "breaking up" means - you either break up with someone or not - but it's good news nonetheless, right? Or at least it would've been if he knew I was alive. And he doesn't. But whatever, I'm a girl and a girl can dream. He commented on my dress today. Now, I should've said something like "Do you like what you see?" and then take it from there but me being me only thought of it a couple of hours later. Oh well.
Tonight we're supposed to go out. Man, I dunno... I'm working in the morning and just... I dunno. I had an awesome time last time and I just know I'll be expecting to have just as much fun and it just won't happen. So I'll think about it.
And this ends my quick update. Good day.

Danced The Night Away

And quite literally.
Last night (well, technically, this morning) I went out with Jelena and CR2 (oh yeah I'm giving her an imaginative nickname like that) to Krk (the town named as the island). It. Was. Fucking awesome.
We closed around midnight, got ready, and went out around 1am. First we were in an open-air concert of a local "star" (that my sister wants to play at her wedding, LMAO), and we started drinking there. We met with some guys that come here (uh... yeah... the one I find cute...) and then we went to a bar where we continued drinking. And then we started dancing. Yes. I danced in public. To house. LMAO And then there was this waiter... Who kinda groped me. LOLOL Asked not for my name but for my age (did he think I was illegal?! LOL) and then asked me to come upstairs with him. I didn't! He was rather handsome but not pretty and also stoned/wasted/plain crazy. He barked!
Anyway, from there we left to thic club, Jungle. I never thought I could be dancing like that! Sure, I drank but not too much, and I danced and I danced and I danced till I couldn't feel my limbs no more. CR2 managed to get us in for free! LOL She also said boys were buzzing around me. I can honestly say I haven't noticed. And I didn't really care either. I wasn't looking for hook-ups. (OK, so I wouldn't say no to the cute boy who doesn't know I'm alive but that's neither here nor there).
We were there till 5am and then we left home. CR2 fell asleep in the car and she was supposed to be working in the morning whereas I was supposed to have a day off. However... She overslept. Duh. So at 8.10am my cell goes off. My boss. He tried to wake her up but that was a no go so he called me. People were sitting on the terrace with no one here. LMAO So I jumped out of bed, rose and shone, no less, and went to work. Luckily, I had a lot of water and wasn't hungover or anything, no headache, no sickness - nothing! I had no trouble whatsoever. Eeee! So instead of today I'll be off tomorrow. Works for me. LOL
Funny thing is that I haven't slept at all, not even after I got off work. I guess the adrenalin hit was just too strong. I just kept on going all day long. Right now, however, I'm feeling a tad sleepy. It's 10pm and it's been long coming. So good night to you and you and you! (OK, yeah, I'm totally singing the song from "The Sound of Music" in my head now.)

Random Blabber

So. Nothing going on but seeing how I'm online and rather bored (where are all of you, people on my MSN list when I'm here willing to chat, huh??), I'm gonna just... type.

Today my work day consisted of mostly hanging around the Neptun cafe doing shit and escorting bunches of Belgian teenagers to the beach volleyball playground (field? pitch? beats me). I've done that like a million times, right? Some times the playground (turf?) would be empty, others not. but every time I'd ask nicely for people to move for a while and they would. It's kids, for fuck's sake! But today... Oh today a group of Slovenian guys simply refused to. We're tourists too, they said. I know, dammit, but these kids are here for fucking two hours! But no. They were so obnoxiously arrogant and full of shit I had no choice but to point the kids to the beach and let the fuckers be. Goddamn inconsiderate bastards! I was so mad, I can't even tell you. I felt really bad for the kids although they didn't seem to mind. But then, what could have I done anway? Get in the fight with eight guys? I'm a tiny girl! LOL And I kinda like my limbs attached to my body and stuff. So yeah, some people suck ass.

In other news, my last three days of work went like this: Tuesday was my day off, Wednesday I worked for exactly FOUR HOURS, and today, well, you heard about today. Sweet, no? But here comes the weekend and it's the highlight of the season so yeah, I'm expecting to be falling off my feet in about 24 hours from now. Yay. On the bright side, more work means more money so yay for reals now.

I missed Torchwood last night. *sadface* I was here at 11.30pm when it was on and then I fell asleep and missed the rerun at 2am. All that not working exhausts a girl, y'know? LOL But anyway, have I told you about the wonder that is Torchwood? Yeah, yeah, you Americans know already but bear with me, OK? I've only just discovered it. Oh and when I say "Torchwood", I totally mean Cpt. Jack Harkness. OMG HOT! John Barrowman, a Glaswegian that plays an American and is classic-Hollywood-hot. Awesomesauce, I'm telling you. And the best part? Wait for it... HE'S GAY! In REAL LIFE! And MARRIED! There are PICTURES! Of him KISSING his partner/husband! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! So there, my reasons to love Torchwood. TV men are so much better than real men. They don't disappoint and they make much better fapping material (for those unfamiliar with the term, look it up at Urban Dictionary, don't make me blush all over my own blog over it).

Huh. I rambled a lot for someone who had nothing to say. It's just one of my many talents, I guess. Think about the wonder that I am now. And with that, I say good night.

Heat, Work, Coffee, Smoke, Sleep

It pretty much sums up my days. You might notice the lack of sea and food in the equation. That's cuz I don't really do sea and food. I didn't get that much tan (or any, really), but man, did I lose weight! You know that awesome feeling when you put your clothes on and it hangs loose? Oh yeah, I've been feeling it lately. And it feels awesome! God knows I'll be gaining it back as soon as I return home but at least I feel good while I'm half naked all the time. Hee.

Things are fine, more or less. Jelena is back, thank God. And NO, not just cuz of her laptop but because I really like having a familiar face around.

Still no cute guys. OK, that's not technically the truth. There's a guy... Now, before you get all excited, you shoul know that I only mean that there he is. I see him but he doesn't see me. *sadface* Don't you just hate girlfriends? Yeah, me too.

Have I told you about my new roommate? I don't know. Anyway, CR has been fired adn on her last day here she got shitfaced drunk. She even threw up in the middle of the Neptun, I kid you not. Bloody idiot. So then I got a new roommate and a colleague. Jelena's BF's sister. Who apparently happens to be somewhat of an alcoholic herself. It's like my boss is scrtching the bottom of the barrel and coming up with the worst shit. Poor guy, can't get a break with the staff this year. Or any year, really. So this chick, while not completely insane as the previous one, is not much better. For one, I think she's incredibly boring. I barely even talk to her. I know, I know, not very nice of Krissie (oh my God, talking about her makes me talk about me in the third person! Do you see now??!), but I just can't stand her "stories". Also, she drinks. A lot. And she has this obnoxious laugh. And she snores. She snores like a really tired man after a day's work would snore. Luckily, she's sleeping in the kitchen so I shut the door, stick my audio porn in my ears and lull myself to sleep. It's working out. She's also really lazy and would rather light a ciggie than do actual work. And then she gets all offended when I point stuff that needs to be done out. It creates an awesome working atmosphere, I'm sure you can imagine. But I don't give a shit. Three more weeks. THREE. MORE. WEEKS. I'm hanging in there.

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