I have left you people all alone for such a long time I feel ashamed. Have not updated in ages, I know. I miss you all, but it has been very fectic around here, London, my new home.
A lot of things have happened, partied like an animal, and still am trying to find a job. I am fine, tho, don't worry :)
But.
Seriosly. What are the fucking odds.
When I got here, I met a Finnish guy. He was nice, well, not nice, but almost as much of a bastard as I am. So, we changed phonenumbers as he was supposed to help me with a job. We met up for a beer the next day. I had fun. He's a bastard, so obviosly we get a long fine.
Now I find myself seeing him every day, we walk in the fucking park hand in hand, kiss under the trees, have lunch and meet up for make-out sessions. And fuck me, I like him. If I knew why, I would stop, trust me. Every day I tell myself that I'm not going to see him again, then he calls me, and along i go. Shit.
I had to come to England to have a crush on a Finnish guy.
As I said, what are the fucking odds.
On other news, have been to interwiews now, on monday I will know about a few of the places. Fucking aye.
Oh, did I remember to mention I'm looking for a flat with the Finnish guy? As FLAT MATES, nothing else.
And I don't even like him. No, I don't.
Shit. Yes, I do.
An yet.
Something has disturbed me very much lately.
When I left Finland, I was sure I would miss a certain amount of people like crazy, and would actually think about coming back to them. Now I find that that amount of people is actually a lot smaller than I expected, and that I would not come back even given the chance. I still am a bit upset that some people, who I thought actually loved me a lot have forgotten me already, as they cannot profit from me now that I am not around anymore. Such is life, is it not?
On to good things, then. London treats her guests well, I have managed to actually drag myself into interwiews and such to nail that job. Have done something small on the side, but I want a job to wake up to every morning, believe it or not. I need routines, this constant partying (and when I say party, I mean the wildet party one can imagine, damnit. All night of drinking and draining something else than drinks as well) makes me all wobbly. I want a normal life... well, as normal as it gets around here. People come and go, and one should not get too attached to them.
Speaking of that, the Finnish guy. Still on a buzz about that, whoaa. Who could have believed I culd actually still start to feel like a young schoolgirl when a guy takes my hand, or when I am asked to go out, or when I get a message in the evening saying 'goodnite sweetheart'.
Fuck, I am in Soooo deep shit.
Miss you all and will promise to update more often now. And the stories will continue as soon as my laptop arrives here :)
Laters, loves!
