Eeek

Oops got myself into a bit of a pickle, a Japanese girl
yesterday was talking to me and i didn’t understand her, anyway now i
accidently set up a date with her (not a real date of course because i
didn’t understand what the hell she was talking about), anyway i have
enlisted the help of two more japanese to chaperone) us so it shoudl be
fine….

Mmm Danone

Hohoho yo, we’re still in Firenze, home of the free…a few funny
stories so far but i reckon i’ll save most until i get home…Oh yeah
Mariatzell decided to stay a couple of days extra and as it was at the
last minute she had nowhere to stay so obviously i said that she should
come and stay at my new place, a room with a crazy old man who loves
mannequins…
ANYWAY the next day (my *first* day at school) the secretary had a go at me about it..oops…
She’s still staying with me now of course..we’ll see how it goes down…

Saw the Royal Tenenbaums again, it was really good for a ‘second
viewing within 3 weeks’ film…retty good. The soundtrack is also ok
given that it is all slow melodic guitary shit…

Wow

I think that 2 hours is the longest i’ve ever spent in a
cyber cafe (although the cafe aspect of this shittip is a bit of an
exaggeration(sp?)…anyway it’s Mariatzell’s last night so we’re off
out on the town…
2 minute warning!!!!

Sheffield Wednesday 0 Forest 2 – Great.

Peace in the middle (east)

One Month

Right then, let’s begin…

Mariatzel dropped the bomb yesterday – she came into the bar at around
1.30am, totally trashed, and ignored me…I thought this was a bit
weird (although when she drinks she does tend to become just a touch
weird) but I left it…she goes to the loo and on the way back she
corners me:
“Oli, I have something to tell you”
“Yes…”
“I just need to tell you”
“Ok…”
“I’m just going to say it”
“Right…”
…
…
…
…
“I love you”

The reason why I don’t think that I’m going to hell for not immediately
answering with any sort of response is that I don’t think she’ll even
be able to remember it today….yuk yuk yuk…Not only do I think it is
unholily(sp?) early in a relationship (1 month yesterday! Hurrah!) to
say such dastardly things, but in a bar? After a few brandy shandys? I
think not!
She’s gone to Montpellier for some god unknown reason until Monday, so it’ll be bit strange without her this weekend…

I’d also like to say how happy i am that the GCSE maths circle has
been reunited in the comments sections of Oliworld – Flint, Tony IP and
Dave the Pedo are all now chit chatting away – just goes to show the
power of the Internet (and Nicola Fletcher’s nipples). All we need is
Bav to make a guest appearance…

I can’t wait to go and see Rollerball! Boom LLCOOLJ Boom!!!

Note to Tony: We’re not settling down, we’re just playing around…

Oooops

It looks like I just got myself a girlfriend.

It all started last Thursday……

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So
Thursday night in Notre Dame…Joss and I are working….It’s a
banger…Suddenly the Mexican (from here known as Mariatzel) walks into
the bar and comes over…She’s lost the others and thinks she’ll wait
for them here. ‘Sweet’ I think, as I can chat with her for a while…

So we get to chatting…but then disaster #1…A French friend of mine,
Phillipe(sp?) comes over to us and joins in the convo. Normally that’d
be cool as far as I was concerned but I really wanted to put in some
quality groundwork and I knew that if he started chatting with her he
wouldn’t give up all night (he’s a persistent bugger). Unofrtunately I
was right and he did chat with her for the next 2 hours while i watched
on in horror…

Then disaster #2 – The other Mexican girl, Keila, comes in with a
Swedish friend and she is off her face. Totally battered. I could see
it a mile off…but as soon as she came over things went from bad to
worse…I offer the old ‘bisous’ and BAM…she tries to get some tongue
action….I was mortified because not only would I have to turn down
the advances of Keila, but it was going to ruin my future with
Mariatzel…Wank.

The night was really crap from then on…I was moping around the bar,
Keila got more and more drunk and started losing things and causing
trouble (not real trouble but just drunk girl trouble) and finally they
all left to go to Vieux Manoir (the 5am bar). I didn’t know whether to
bother, but I thought that I might as well because Joss and George the
Whining Irish were both quite up for it…ho ho ho…

When we arrived at VM the scene was almost identical to ND…same
people, all drunk, Keila nearly crying (she’d ‘lost’ her keys, money,
coat etc) Mariatzel looking like she ws getting annoyed…..yuck….I
tried to have a good time but eventually we realised that Keila was too
drunk to do anything so we decided to take her back to George’s…30
minutes later we were all in ‘bed’….George, Keila, Joss and Rachel in
the double bed, Mariatzel and me on the floor…Then I stopped cursing
my bad luck and realised that the bad karma of the night was all
leading to the best night i’d had in Grenoble…

The next day, Friday, we (George, Keila, Mariatzel, me) went to
watch Ocean’s Eleven at the Club cinema…it was really good I thought,
maybe a little tiny bit bland due to the huge number of personalities
but still it was (George: ‘A good veg’). After we had a drink and went
home…

Saturday I worked with new bar recruit Fre (Holland), it was a psycho
night, Shiv, Rob and Alex were all back in the social frame of mind and
my god can those bastards drink…we all then went to the Vieux Manoir
again but only for about 20 minutes so Joss could see Amelie, then it
was home…

Sunday it was the NBA All Star Game!!! I watched it with Keila and
Mariatzel in Berlioz…then we all slept in her room (Keila’s)…very
nice evening…In the day we also watched the African Nations Cup final
and PSG v Marseille…Cool…

Yesterday was Mariatzel’s birthday (great timing doofus) but she seemed
pretty downbeat about it…Keila’s spousal problems didn’t help…in
the end I went with M to a bar called ‘No Name’ (she’d arranged like 2
weeks ago to meet a 28yr old Mexican guy there)…suffice to say that
as soon as he saw me his faced changed from ‘Full of Love’ to ‘Who the
fuck is this english prick?’. I didn’t really mind, I just read the
paper and watched the old timers dance the tango (it was quite romantic
actually)…When we went back to Berlioz it was too late to catch a bus
or tram so we had to find someone’s floor to sleep on – In fact we went
one better, as Dara was not only awake but was planning to sleep on the
floor himslef, thus having a free bed – we didn’t object…To top the
night off we had a big smoke on his Sheesha pipe before sleep – great
strawberry tobacco – mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

Is My Room on Fire?

I’m sitting in bed and there’s quite a
lot of smoke around me. I’m still trying to piece together in my mind
the events of last night which are a bit sketchy to say the least…It
all feels like a bit of a dream…floating from bar to bar…going to
friend’s houses for 4:20…back to bars…on to a club…back to a
Swedish girl’s place…kicked out at 9am into a snowy town…back here
now…

…It could be Lord of the Rings.

George the Whining Irish missed his train back to Ireland this
morning…we sort of forced him to come out with us even though he said
he wanted a quiet night in etc. Sucker. Joss said I was more drunk than
he’d ever seen me last night…I hope I didn’t cause any trouble…

Oh yeah, the smoke’s from the steak which I just ate as my
breakfast…I really need to have some more tips on cooking meat
because it always ends up chargrilled.

Today: Packing, dinner with Niina, sleep…HOME!

Just When You Thought It Was Safe…

Yo so Joss and I went
into Quick restaurant (I don’t think I’d offend anyone here by saying
that it’s the French McDonalds) for a quick bite to eat at 5pm
yesterday…if the truth is to be told we were drawn into the place by
the promise of 2 free Batman badges with our super-hero-maxi-meal
(great!)…so we go up to the counter and BOOM!

—There she was—

…This girl was working behind the counter and DAMN this girl was
fine. So we start chatting with her (even though the queue is massive),
joking around, asking for more badges and free t-shirts…all harmless
fun. Anyway, so we go off to eat and when we’re finished (two
fishburgers, chips, 2 wonderwoman cheese stars, coke) I decide to buy a
café (coffee) to have with my Superman chocolate brownie. I went back
down to the checkout but the lovely Mariana (namebadge) was standing on
the *wrong* side of it….

….So I start to ask her what she’s doing on the wrong side of the
counter, and she answers that she’s just about to take her break. We
chitchat for about 4 seconds before we both realise we’re falling in
love, and she promptly comes to sit with Joss and me for her whole
HOUR of break. At the end of the break she gives me her number and says
she’d like to see us (me (sorry Joss)) again…I say cool…

No News

…Is good news. Well I had a bit of news today from
my parents who opened one of my mobile phone bills to see that it was
roughly £130. For a month. A month in which I would say, if quizzed by
police, that I hadn’t really used it.

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Tip For Life
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DON’T
CALL YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND FOR 25 MINUTES FROM AN ENGLISH PORTABLE FROM
FRANCE WHEN SHE’S GOT A MALAYSIAN MOBILE AND SHE’S IN MALAYSIA.
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End Of Tip
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In other news I saw a snowboard today that I think I might just buy.
It’s only �45 and the fixations on it are the type which I like (‘step
in’). The guy said he’d hold onto it until tomorrow so hopefully,
unless President Bush has frozen my accounts due to my
telecommunications activities, I’ll get it after translation class
tomorrow.

Tonight I watched Scary Movie
in French (not in a class, with a really sweet French girl at her
place). She’s got a great TV so it was a real pleasure…and it wasn’t
so bad even though it was dubbed. I think when I go home at Christmas
I’ll be watching a lot of movies…(‘Dude, Where’s My Car’ anyone?!?!)

This Week

Yeah so I haven’t logged since Tuesday, that’s odd…This is what’s been going down…

So
on Tuesday night the Swedish party was really cool, lots of (fit)
girls, lots of guys looking for (fit) (Swedish) girls and basically a
lot of fun. But no action. So on Thursday night it was another party
and I was really up for making this one good and I think it went pretty
well…then disaster struck! One of my good friends was sort of pissed
off at her boyfriend so she thought she’d take advantage of me by
kissing me! Being the strong willed 21st century man that you all know
and love (IPs baby) I took her outside and gave in.
The
next day was amusing…she texted me asking if we had kissed (I, of
course, told her that it was I who had taken advantage of her to save
her blushes) and then we went out Friday night (with BOTH of the
Italian girls that I had had intimate relations with in the past.
Nightmare.
So we end up in this nightclub which is playing some
Reggae stuff, not bad, but it is 5am and I am a tired mofo…then
disaster #2! One of the girls (Italian) who I kissed told me she had
something important to tell me, I said ‘what?’, she said ‘this!’ and
kissed me! I was a little shocked (naturally) so I only went along with
it for about 5 minutes before stopping the lunacy (the fact was that
the other Italian and the Mexican from Thursday were standing RIGHT
THERE). Ohmondieu! Anyway I managed to escape, took the tram home at
5:30am and was in the pub at 3pm ready to watch England beat the
Aussies in the rugby, Ireland beat Iran in the football and France pull
one out of their arse against South Africa. What a strange day.

Well I didn’t mean to write much but there it is, for those who are
following long running storylines the hotgirl from Friday nights wasn’t
there last Friday so I couldn’t make any ground with her…but it’s
always good to have one on the back burner, right?

Other news…I missed some classes today…i’m in training for Ramadan
by not drinking so I felt ill this morning (lack of alcohol in the
blood). Doh.