Work on Friday was fun. Mental. But fun. Ian, Mark, Sophs, India and Meg all came in to say hello. They were all fucked and pilling. I was so jealous! But they kept coming to say hello and giving me kisses which made my night. All the people that work at the Union are cool. Some bitchiness about one of the supervisors but I guess you always get the odd few that bitch. I, however, like everyone and will NOT be getting involved in that kind if stupidity. I was on the downstairs bar. Mental. Got some tips though. There is such a beautiful guy working there. He's a steward. Called Tom. Tall, dark and handsome. Nicely scruffy. Third year biology student. He's very sexy and was showing signs of interest. We'll see what happens.
Oh shit yeah, randomly went out on Thurs to Ego with my good mate Chris from back home. Not seen him for a good few weeks. Went to Whistle Binkies first for a few drinks. Met his flat mates who were totally mental. Was supposed to go to Ego for this punk and rock night, but the main club was playing acid techno and industrial dance. So we went there instead. Had an absolutely mental time. So wish I had pills for that night. Ending up pulling this guy called Simon. Canadian. Very cute and such a laugh. Exchanged numbers. I haven't called and neither has he. Which I'm quite pleased about because I was quite pissed and I can't really remember exactly what he looks like :) Chris assures me he was cute though. Was a pretty successful night. Five men and two women came on to me. One of the women was letting me sniff her poppers all night. Reminded me of being 13. Hilarious.
Back to work. Saturday was fucking mental. So busy. I was in the main venue. It was full of Raaas and even though they're all fucking rich they still can't tip. Arseholes. Yet, these cool Irish dudes who were apparantly totally overdrawn and poor (normal students like) tipped me all night on Friday because they liked my piercings. Now thats what I call nice customers man. They were hilarious. Totally wasted. I love drunk Irishmen. Didn't get home til gone 6am both nights.
My mum also visited me this weekend. Was so good to see her. We went out for dinner on Sat night before work. Got pissed then went to the pub. Had a bit of the banter with all the tourists here for the rugby. Bloody tourists. They're the main problem of living in Edinburgh. They're everyfuckingwhere. Americans with their fucking cameras taking pictures of absolutely everything and being loud and generally annoying. Don't get me wrong, I have some great American friends here but the tourists so DON'T need to shout all the fecking time. Like last night, par example. Its 3am. Window open for some fresh air. Just dozing off when the yanks from Kincaids arrive back having what you would call normal non-drunk conversations only about 2billion decibals louder than anyone else on the planet would speak. Why? WHY? ITS SO NOT NECESSARY!
Anyway, rant over there. Mum went yesterday. I swear I think she spent most of her time here absolutely pissed. But she had fun and she brought me cigs. So now I'm all happy. Oh and new hair straighteners - a life essential.
Today I was good and got up for Latin. Did some washing. Contemplated reading. Will actually do some when I've finished here. Then off to Class Lit lecture at 4. A nice chilled day. Got a letter from Kez (love you to bits xxxxxxxxx) and sold some cigs to Huge. Jonno phoned from Darlington (he had an audition
On yeah. Bumped into one of Angus' friends Chris. He's doing Biology here. Served him at the Union on Sat. Was a pleasant surprise! Was good to see a familiar face when none of my friends were in.
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