dont scratch dont scratch

yowza!

its been ten days since ive posted and a whole lotta nuthin has happened.

valentines day was very nice. the fam left for vacation on friday, so G came over and spent the weekend. lil sweetheart got me a super cool andy warhol watch, a box of chocolates, and a rather sassy card. the mood was put off a bit because i had a strange pain on my side and back. that little pain turned into a full blown case of shingles!

woo hoo!

so at the moment im dealing with sporadic excruciating pain shooting across my back.

a bit ironic, seeing as at the end of next week im leaving the pains in my ass[the kids, not the boyfriend ;) ] but in exchange i get a pain in my back.

im going to the doc tomorrow so hopefully he'll hook it up with some sweet pain meds.

[no pics this post but stay tuned]

if this boats a rockin..

whoaaa.

way fun weekend!

went to shoreham with G to a crazy party on this famous houseboat. i met andys awesome chick alice, got rip roarin drunk, met a lithuanian pirate and surprisingly i didnt fall off the boat! woohoo!

there was a lot of gypsy like folk there. normally this wouldnt be my thing, but mel, my friend andy's roommate, is such a fantastic singer. seamus, the oddball owner of the boat was wildly playing his off tune piano while mel sang above it all. think coco rosie with janis joplin.

the next morning came unwelcome. G and i crashed in one of the rooms on the boat, and were abruptly awoken at the ungodly hour of noon by earsplittingly loud portuguese mariachi music.

so not cool after an entire bottle of jack.

hey that chick looks like me.

they gave me a sword.

tsk tsk.

hmm so not much goin on here. when youre flat broke its hard to be interesting. personality only goes so far. luckily my personality mileage is low with G, so he still foots the bill so long as i bring a smile to his face.

last weekend we went to this lovely [yes, LOVELY] hotel in brighton. lots of people were in town for the brighton tattoo convention [including us], so it was nice seeing some normal people about. i was little miss grumpy pants all day because again, im flat broke, and couldnt afford any new ink. :( it was fun all the same. the drinks were flowing and i made a bunch of new friends. while outside having a smoke, i learned how to swear in south african [afrikaans?], and that there ARE decent people in england, contrary to my popular belief. apparently, i also made friends with some hells angels! i didnt remember that at all until i was scrolling through the pictures. couldve ended badly, but im a total charmer after a few libations[see picture].

hah.

as soon as i stepped off the train from brighton, it started snowing like mad.

ugh.

it didnt stop until a few hours ago.

snow sux.

no word yet on any plans for jobs. my friend with family in london is checking stuff out for me, so hopefully ill find something. if not, then im either homeward bound or its off to france.

toysday

yee im excited.

tomorrow is friday!

the new au pair is coming tomorrow[or as i like to call her, 'the other woman'] and i have to show her around and hang out with her all day.
ugh.

wish me luck.

also, the boyfriend got a hotel for the weekend!

fuck yess.

fun friday night.

tattoo convention saturday.

its going to be a good[VERYgood] time.

ill post pictures![not of friday night tho]

really bad picture of us. i was all shakey.

new is neu is nuevo

i started a new blog!

yay!

im going to try to update this regularly [unlike my other one, which, *cough*, kinda bit the dust].

gimmie a break! im preoccupied with this little ditty called 'life'.

so quick update on whats a happening:

im in england being an au pair.

im totally swooning over a guy.

i got fat[?]

i have NO idea whats going to happen in the next few weeks. i might get a job in shoreham [google it and you'll find awesome houseboats that a friend of mine lives on!] being an au pair for the ONLY mexicans in england, or i might stay in bexhill [google it and you'll find..nothing] and be an au pair for a really awesome family. ive gotten job offers from all over europe, including teaching english in a swanky turkish coastal town, childminding over the summer in tuscany, and bartending at a motorcycle camp in south france.
decisions decisions.

i got a herr cut.