The past few days have been pretty nondescript really, there was anger and drinking on Saturday, then Sunday was pretty awesome actually. I was still in bed and messing around on Facebook at about 15.30, when I got a message from my flatmate Ceci, telling me to get up and ready cause we were having dinner at 16.30. So I got up, and went into the kitchen, where it turns out Ceci had spent all morning cooking mexican food, and she had invited all her mexican friends over for dinner, and two of the Frenchies who study at the school where I work. They were very civilised, they brought wine and cake . We ate food, which was amazing, and then it came up in conversation that I didn’t know how to dance salsa. This obviously led to all the furniture being moved, and the carpet being rolled back so they could all teach me. Pretty easily the best sunday lunch/spontaneous dancing ever!

Then came Monday, and work. Work is still fun, it’s just getting a bit boring when there’s nothing to do. Nothing much has happened this week so far. Until tonight, that is.

I got in from work, and my flatmate Heather knocked on my bedroom door asking if something had happened with me and Lucia (the one who never speaks to us, yet has parties midweek and gets stoned and drunk with her friends. Loudly. Until the early hours of the morning. When some people who might be trying to sleep in the next room have work to go to the next morning). Apparently when Heather got in from uni this afternoon, there’d been a sign outside my door that said ‘you are going to die’ and had blobs of tomato sauce on it, but when she came out of her room again later on it had been taken away and put in the bin, before I got home.

I am fucking furious about this. I’ve had to be stopped from violence. Evidence has been noted, and any sign of anything else will be noted and sent to the landlady, with a request that Lucia be evicted for violating several terms of the contract. If she wants a fight, she’s got one. She’s either very brave, or very stupid, and I want to cave her face in.

Anyway, things I am looking forward to:

1. Going out tomorrow with Heather and Ceci and people from work
2. Sarah coming to visit me and our day trip to Burgos
3. Going home for xmas since I’ve made up with my parents
4. Getting Erasmus Grant money
5. Starting to get paid from work
6. Giving English classes
7. MY 21st BIRTHDAY!!! (30th Dec, write it down)
8. Christmas
9. Various people visiting me
10. Reece getting the internet
11. A long hot shower in a nice bathroom
12. Living with Sarah and Martin next year

Lots of happy things to come!

Things that happened to me recently:

• I dropped out of Deusto Uni – I was so unhappy there. It was awful, and there was no help whatsoever for international students.
• I got an internship at Instituto Hemingway instead – My tutor approved it, so it all still counts towards my degree, which is awesome. More about that later though
• Some bastard nicked my bag – went home for the weekend, and got my bag nicked in Studio, containing both of my debit cards and my house key. Not impressed in the slightest.
• Also while home for the weekend, I got into the biggest fight I have ever had with my parents. We no longer speak. Nothing more will be said on the matter.
• I have a house sorted out for Lancaster next year!! yayyyyy!!
• Reece (my man, for those of you not in the know) spent some time in hospital, and I didn’t sleep for 2 days because I was so worried, and felt so useless being stuck in another country. But he’s ok now

OH. EMM. JAYYYYY I love my job!!! I work in the office at a Language school, doing all sorts of fun stuff. I read and respond to emails in 4 different languages, I organise hospitality management work placements in hotels all over Europe for people from all over the world, I write articles for the company website in 4 different languages, I make promotional videos for the company, I help with the day-to-day admin of the school, and I man the reception desk greeting visitors. Hard work but all good fun. Today I had to run the daily cultural activity, which only one person turned up for. So me and Pierre went to an art gallery, where he analysed the paintings, and looked in great detail, and I wandered round bored out of my mind and giggling at the paintings of ladies with their boobies out. But all is good, cause on Fridays, my boss Jose pays us to take the students out on the town

Sooo that’s all up to date now Tomorrow, I plan on a trip to Primark to buy new shoes and trousers for work, and then go to work. And try to avoid being roped into running tomorrows cultural activity, cause I really don’t want to go to the theatre.

Besos!!