Dundee to London
Has anyone ever noticed how bloody difficult it is to plan a trip in Europe when on limited funds and limited time if you're not actually in the country? Well I certainly have, since I am right now in the process of planning my and I.'s trip to London for a week and a half. No matter what happens I'm sure it will be an amazing trip, but right at the moment it feels like a bit of a hassle. I am trying to find trains from London to Dundee or Edinburgh so that I. and I can go to Scotland for the first weekend. This would be my first trip to Scotland and I will not let this plan fall through, I am too attached to it now. Yet it would seem that the Gods do not want me to go to Scotland since everything is so complicated. I just find it seemingly odd to have a website ask me whether I am a U.S. citizen or British citizen or Mainland European citizen and when I reply that I am a U.S. citizen to have this said website tell me to wait a moment while they access the website for U.S. citizens. Once there I look up train times and prices and realize that there are not as many train times and the prices are higher than as if I had said that I am a British or Mainland European citizen. I mean come off it! I love Europe just as much as the next person, in face I think I may love it more than the average European! I should get a discount for publically proclaiming my love for Europe on a regular basis and therefore pushing more Americans to visit, but alas the train companies do not see it this way. Anyway, having lived there I can find ways around this nationalist punishment. It's just more of a hassle, c'est toute.
In other news, this weekend I was still pretty sick but C. was having a bit of party and at first I didn't want to go. So I got quite pissy and childish when I. said that she was going to go anyway. I decided that I would sink into a mild balloon of selfishness and self pity, when I. didn't buy it, I called her and told her to come pick me up so that we could go together. Good for her, I say. The party itself was a lot of fun. There was a good mix of people, straight/gay/gay sometimes. You know? We played a lot of beer pong and since my stomach hadn't really acted up in a couple hours I decided to test it with some beer. I got rather drunk at one stage and had a small fight with the peircing pain from before, but other than that just enjoyed being a little drunk. I. was of course the girl to talk to, as she attracts more attention than I do just by standing there. I swear I could be jumping up and down and flashing everyone and if I. smiled and just stayed quiet, everyone would be intrigued and talk to her. Once again, good for her I say. It was rather funny because at one she was out back and I was inside watching the Yankee game (who won finally, yay) and everyone that came into the room ended up asking, "Who's that girl?" which every time would start a chorus of Who's that girl? by Eve and then someone would say, "Oh that's I." I was tres impressed.
It turns out that I. and I have only played 15 hours of GTA. That's right I said 15 hours!!! Dear lord, where are our lives going? And to add insult to injury we're only 28% into the game itself. But I love it anyway.
The job search continues. More and more and more. It seems neverending. I. has taken it upon herself to kind of be my agent, and frankly, I'm very glad for it. She's made my resume look a lot better than it did and my cover letter makes me sound like I single-handedly saved an entire race of people, and that was just this morning! Don't even let me begin with the amazing things I did this weekend! So www.monster.com will soon be barraged with the amazingness of Ramblin' Yank. I have also started to use careerbuilder.com and if I find some other places I'll use those too. I just want to find a job so that I can move out. I know that I say this every couple of days, but the job search is a horrid and ugly place to be. I can understand why people without any job become depressed and disappear into a world of tv and fast food binges. Not to say that I've completed avoided this plague on the unemployed, but I have family and friends who I think are started to talk of an intervention.
Most good things must come to end, as does this. I'm off to search for a job in the jungle of the unemployed and disheartened. Meep! Meep!
In other news, this weekend I was still pretty sick but C. was having a bit of party and at first I didn't want to go. So I got quite pissy and childish when I. said that she was going to go anyway. I decided that I would sink into a mild balloon of selfishness and self pity, when I. didn't buy it, I called her and told her to come pick me up so that we could go together. Good for her, I say. The party itself was a lot of fun. There was a good mix of people, straight/gay/gay sometimes. You know? We played a lot of beer pong and since my stomach hadn't really acted up in a couple hours I decided to test it with some beer. I got rather drunk at one stage and had a small fight with the peircing pain from before, but other than that just enjoyed being a little drunk. I. was of course the girl to talk to, as she attracts more attention than I do just by standing there. I swear I could be jumping up and down and flashing everyone and if I. smiled and just stayed quiet, everyone would be intrigued and talk to her. Once again, good for her I say. It was rather funny because at one she was out back and I was inside watching the Yankee game (who won finally, yay) and everyone that came into the room ended up asking, "Who's that girl?" which every time would start a chorus of Who's that girl? by Eve and then someone would say, "Oh that's I." I was tres impressed.
It turns out that I. and I have only played 15 hours of GTA. That's right I said 15 hours!!! Dear lord, where are our lives going? And to add insult to injury we're only 28% into the game itself. But I love it anyway.
The job search continues. More and more and more. It seems neverending. I. has taken it upon herself to kind of be my agent, and frankly, I'm very glad for it. She's made my resume look a lot better than it did and my cover letter makes me sound like I single-handedly saved an entire race of people, and that was just this morning! Don't even let me begin with the amazing things I did this weekend! So www.monster.com will soon be barraged with the amazingness of Ramblin' Yank. I have also started to use careerbuilder.com and if I find some other places I'll use those too. I just want to find a job so that I can move out. I know that I say this every couple of days, but the job search is a horrid and ugly place to be. I can understand why people without any job become depressed and disappear into a world of tv and fast food binges. Not to say that I've completed avoided this plague on the unemployed, but I have family and friends who I think are started to talk of an intervention.
Most good things must come to end, as does this. I'm off to search for a job in the jungle of the unemployed and disheartened. Meep! Meep!
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