Oh my god peeps, quite an eventful weekend. Friday night me and Caroline was meant to be going to look at the Christmas lights in Castellón and have some Churros etc and taking some pictures as I haven’t actually taken that many and I have been here for nearly four months, gone quick as a flash you see. Anyway it didn’t quite work out that way as in the end I said to her to come to my house, we can drink some wine and listen to the shit Xmas songs me mam sent me. So anyway we was doing that and having a good little chat as she had brought me some magazines that she brought me from England so we was having a nice little time, and then I went and broke one of Sonia’s wine glasses, it just fell and I was no where near it, but I keep breaking her stuff, and although I want my deposit back, by the time I have replaced everything I have broke it will be gone and more.
Anyway we decided to venture out, but we left it too late for Churros but we still got to see some lights and they were so pretty, especially around the town hall and in the centre. And I took pictures of the digital temperature and time things and I hate to say it for all of those who are in England, but it was like 15º at midnight. Eww and then we bumped into some reet losers. Well I say bumped into, they accosted us and was chatting away, trying to get us to go with them for a drink and then they asked for Caroline’s phone number so she was like “I haven’t got one but Laura has” grrr, anyway I reluctantly gave them my English phone number with the anticipation that, as it was English then he wouldn’t want to call-wrong! He has been calling me every night at like strange hours and he text me to say he is going out on Thursday to Las Tascas-which is where I go every Thursday so will most prob bump into him and have to run away.
Then on the Saturday me and Caroline went to a small town about half an hour away from Castellón as there is some sort of medieval ruins on the top of a mountain so we decided to climb it… Actually it was ok, it was a really pretty town, but it was weird it was like a ghost town, as there was signs of life, but no actual movement in this town, you saw the odd person here and there. And we walked past some orange groves I wanted to pick some, but Caroline was a bit wary, so in the end I didn’t.
Anyway we get to this mountain thing, and we was both a bit scared, it all seemed a bit too much Texas chainsaw massacre to us and then we seen two men with a knife just like sitting in some leafy bushes, slightly shat my pants so I asked them what they was doing and stuff, couldn’t make out a word of what they said, a lack of teeth was the problem you see, but they had two dogs and one of them was a puppy and he was so cute, but he started tugging at my 100% wool cardigan and wouldn’t let go the little twat. Anyway, we eventually get to the top, but you see, the thing is about this mountain, there is no direct path to the top, so we struggled and walked through prickly stuff and climbed up rocks and stuff, and through swarms of bees and everything, there was even cactus plants, that were bigger than I was, I’ve never seen them that big, it did proper feel like we was in the desert, but in the back of my mind I had visions about having to be rescued by helicopters and stuff, that would have been absolutely hilarious! Anyway, we gets to the top and it was some sort of watchtower thing, but some bastards have grafitteed all over it, which spoils it a bit. Eventually got to the other hill where the actual castle ruins are and I desperately needed a piss, so I’m ashamed to say that I crouched… ah well no one was around, and after all that is the way God intended us! Although I did initially crouch and didn’t realise there was prickly things there… ouch! Anyway on the way back down, I fell into a bleedin cactus tree, didn’t I! And I dunno how on earth I did it, as there wasn’t even a cactus tree nearby that I was aware of. Anyhoo, I had to pull the spikes out one by one, but they wasn’t even the worst parts, there are tiny little spikes that look like hairs and there are absolutely thousands of them but when you touch them, they are the ones that sting the most L
Anyway we made our way back home in order to get ready to go out. As well as having that reet geek phoning me in the early hours I had Ramon texting me (getting mightily sick of you, young man) saying that he was only going out for drinks on Friday and could we not meet then and then I had him phoning me at five o’clock in the morning, what the fook, still convinced that he has a girlf though. So on the sat I txt him asking to come out with me and he said he couldn’t as all his friends were in bed as they were tired from the night before, well,
1) your friends are the biggest loser twats ever, I have never wanted to hit someone so hard as that little group, and I don’t understand why he hangs about with them, but it does slightly make me think that he probably is just as much of a twat as them and this whole thing he has with me is just an act, and he still even acts a bit like a nob with me and
2) you are not going out to see your friends you are coming out to see me! Anyway so he didn’t end up coming but he txt me and asked if we could tomar algo on Thursday in Las Tascas, but by this point I was so drunk I just replied yes…
So, when I was in ETTRO, guess who I bumped into, one of the lads that I met in Madrid, and I have got to say hum-a-na hum-a-na hum-a-na. No way did I remember him being that fit at all. But he was unbelievably fit, but then I started talking to him, and well, that was over. Arrogant little twat. He doesn’t drink by the way but he is one of them hyper dancers. Hmm I dunno if things don’t work out with cockney, Ramon, fat face, and I have already given up on Adriano, gay boy, then maybe we will see about him.
Anyway, no one ended up coming out, no Sergio or Adriano, so I dunno what the fook was going on, Alejandro came out for a bit but then went home, I honestly think they don’t like me you know, as Alejandro wasn’t really speaking to me. Anyway…Gustavo was out, I fooking love that guy, I said I would find him a girlfriend as he wanted to dance with loads of girls but didn’t have the confidence and he said he had confidence in me that I would find him the right one, but I’ve got Leona earmarked for him, although he really isn’t good looking, he is the nicest person ever and he laughs at thin air like Leona, so they already have two things in common, and Leona, he is like a chemist so $ ch$ ching! And he wouldn’t go out with other girls like them French boys do, although, I’m pretty sure he might be a virgin…Or maybe he is slightly into boys, in which case I have Cody lined up for him, but I don’t think he is Cody’s type to be honest, ha ha lol Cody will absolutely kill me when he reads this, but since I don’t have the ganas, just zip back to an earlier disclaimer, as he has threatened to sue me!!!!!! But just to make sure Cody has not told me he is gay I just say he is. Yep, little old me.
Anyway was dancing away and fat face was out, and I have started to get a bit of an obsession with him you see, so I danced with him for a little bit and I dunno how we got onto this conversation, but we somehow mutually agreed that it was the best idea in the world to go back to my house, (it really was though!) so the inevitable happened etc. Then in the morning while I was sleeping, he just started walking round my house naked eating oranges, please someone tell me if this is normal. That’s when I kind of woke up as I had to tell him to either stay in my room desnuda or put at least pants on as my housemate could walk in at any moment, although if she came in and seen fat face, (by the way his name is Vincent, I hesitated the other day when Sonia asked!), naked in her kitchen eating oranges then she would have pissed herself laughing, I would have too, although I don’t think he would have. Also the Spanish boys just really do not have a clue, none of them wear boxers, they all wear briefs, and it is really hard to fall in love with them when you have seen these things, never mind, if I ever end up with a Spaniard-he will do as he is told! I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you what fat face wears that is quite a private thing, so especially you Leanne Galloway, if you ever end up seeing him-please DO NOT LAUGH! Like seriously you see all these briefs just hanging out to dry on people’s balconies, it is the most tragic thing ever.
Anyway, we was chatting away and stuff and he was saying it is his birthday on weds and that he is going for a drink to Las Tascas on Thursday if I wanted to come, well I go every Thursday so no problem for me. Then he went into the bathroom and then came out and was like “what the fook have you done?!” Taken a back a bit by surprise I was like er what the fook? So then I seen his neck…….FOUR HUGE LOVEBITES. They are really big and really dark as well. Well I am absolutely mortified with myself. I have not done this since I was like 15 and since I was pissed out of my face I actually do not remember doing it so its not like I’m a dirty whore who goes round giving love bites to people with big heads, (aww his head is slightly big, bless him, but he is still fit as fook). Well he was mad. I said sorry like a thousand times he just kept saying its ok, when you knew it really wasn’t and then he works doing something important es un comercio so he works in commerce and he has to wear a suit for work, and you know it must be really posh, as no one in Spain wears suits for work, so he has to go into work like that he said his bosses will go mad, and plus he is going to Tarragona, or Zaragoza tomorrow to meet with some V.I.P clients…oops, I’m so sorry. Not only this but he lives with his Grandma…she is really gonna love me now isn’t she?
Anyway he was sat there sulking for ages and then his friend phoned, turned out to be Sergio’s brother, and then fat face was thinking that I couldn’t understand and told Sergio’s brother. I heard Sergio’s brother going mad on the phone and fat face was like “well she said perdona, perdona,” mimicking my voice and then he said “I was loving her this morning but now…..” Well I never, I dunno how many times I have to say sorry, but there was nothing more I could do. So then he ended up staying until 9 but it was slightly awkward as he was sulking the whole time, no word of a lie. So I have been absolutely worried about this now as I am so embarrassed and mortified about this and now everyone is going to know, Castellón is a small place and people will talk for defo. Phoned Caroline but she doesn’t get just how bad it is. When he was leaving he was just like “right see you Thursday”. So I won’t hold my breath for him txting me.
But no I have a dilemma, Adriano, fat face, Ramon, that weirdo and Cockney boy are going to be there in the same place at the same time, so I’m thinking it might bode well for me if I choose to stay in that night…
I dunno out of everyone I love fat face the most, but after this he is well not gonna be happy with me. But anyway, it is slightly his fault as if he is gonna take any skank home, then what does he expect?
Random word of the day: ligue de una noche = one night stand
Total word count of the day: 2286
Anyway we decided to venture out, but we left it too late for Churros but we still got to see some lights and they were so pretty, especially around the town hall and in the centre. And I took pictures of the digital temperature and time things and I hate to say it for all of those who are in England, but it was like 15º at midnight. Eww and then we bumped into some reet losers. Well I say bumped into, they accosted us and was chatting away, trying to get us to go with them for a drink and then they asked for Caroline’s phone number so she was like “I haven’t got one but Laura has” grrr, anyway I reluctantly gave them my English phone number with the anticipation that, as it was English then he wouldn’t want to call-wrong! He has been calling me every night at like strange hours and he text me to say he is going out on Thursday to Las Tascas-which is where I go every Thursday so will most prob bump into him and have to run away.
Then on the Saturday me and Caroline went to a small town about half an hour away from Castellón as there is some sort of medieval ruins on the top of a mountain so we decided to climb it… Actually it was ok, it was a really pretty town, but it was weird it was like a ghost town, as there was signs of life, but no actual movement in this town, you saw the odd person here and there. And we walked past some orange groves I wanted to pick some, but Caroline was a bit wary, so in the end I didn’t.
Anyway we get to this mountain thing, and we was both a bit scared, it all seemed a bit too much Texas chainsaw massacre to us and then we seen two men with a knife just like sitting in some leafy bushes, slightly shat my pants so I asked them what they was doing and stuff, couldn’t make out a word of what they said, a lack of teeth was the problem you see, but they had two dogs and one of them was a puppy and he was so cute, but he started tugging at my 100% wool cardigan and wouldn’t let go the little twat. Anyway, we eventually get to the top, but you see, the thing is about this mountain, there is no direct path to the top, so we struggled and walked through prickly stuff and climbed up rocks and stuff, and through swarms of bees and everything, there was even cactus plants, that were bigger than I was, I’ve never seen them that big, it did proper feel like we was in the desert, but in the back of my mind I had visions about having to be rescued by helicopters and stuff, that would have been absolutely hilarious! Anyway, we gets to the top and it was some sort of watchtower thing, but some bastards have grafitteed all over it, which spoils it a bit. Eventually got to the other hill where the actual castle ruins are and I desperately needed a piss, so I’m ashamed to say that I crouched… ah well no one was around, and after all that is the way God intended us! Although I did initially crouch and didn’t realise there was prickly things there… ouch! Anyway on the way back down, I fell into a bleedin cactus tree, didn’t I! And I dunno how on earth I did it, as there wasn’t even a cactus tree nearby that I was aware of. Anyhoo, I had to pull the spikes out one by one, but they wasn’t even the worst parts, there are tiny little spikes that look like hairs and there are absolutely thousands of them but when you touch them, they are the ones that sting the most L
Anyway we made our way back home in order to get ready to go out. As well as having that reet geek phoning me in the early hours I had Ramon texting me (getting mightily sick of you, young man) saying that he was only going out for drinks on Friday and could we not meet then and then I had him phoning me at five o’clock in the morning, what the fook, still convinced that he has a girlf though. So on the sat I txt him asking to come out with me and he said he couldn’t as all his friends were in bed as they were tired from the night before, well,
1) your friends are the biggest loser twats ever, I have never wanted to hit someone so hard as that little group, and I don’t understand why he hangs about with them, but it does slightly make me think that he probably is just as much of a twat as them and this whole thing he has with me is just an act, and he still even acts a bit like a nob with me and
2) you are not going out to see your friends you are coming out to see me! Anyway so he didn’t end up coming but he txt me and asked if we could tomar algo on Thursday in Las Tascas, but by this point I was so drunk I just replied yes…
So, when I was in ETTRO, guess who I bumped into, one of the lads that I met in Madrid, and I have got to say hum-a-na hum-a-na hum-a-na. No way did I remember him being that fit at all. But he was unbelievably fit, but then I started talking to him, and well, that was over. Arrogant little twat. He doesn’t drink by the way but he is one of them hyper dancers. Hmm I dunno if things don’t work out with cockney, Ramon, fat face, and I have already given up on Adriano, gay boy, then maybe we will see about him.
Anyway, no one ended up coming out, no Sergio or Adriano, so I dunno what the fook was going on, Alejandro came out for a bit but then went home, I honestly think they don’t like me you know, as Alejandro wasn’t really speaking to me. Anyway…Gustavo was out, I fooking love that guy, I said I would find him a girlfriend as he wanted to dance with loads of girls but didn’t have the confidence and he said he had confidence in me that I would find him the right one, but I’ve got Leona earmarked for him, although he really isn’t good looking, he is the nicest person ever and he laughs at thin air like Leona, so they already have two things in common, and Leona, he is like a chemist so $ ch$ ching! And he wouldn’t go out with other girls like them French boys do, although, I’m pretty sure he might be a virgin…Or maybe he is slightly into boys, in which case I have Cody lined up for him, but I don’t think he is Cody’s type to be honest, ha ha lol Cody will absolutely kill me when he reads this, but since I don’t have the ganas, just zip back to an earlier disclaimer, as he has threatened to sue me!!!!!! But just to make sure Cody has not told me he is gay I just say he is. Yep, little old me.
Anyway was dancing away and fat face was out, and I have started to get a bit of an obsession with him you see, so I danced with him for a little bit and I dunno how we got onto this conversation, but we somehow mutually agreed that it was the best idea in the world to go back to my house, (it really was though!) so the inevitable happened etc. Then in the morning while I was sleeping, he just started walking round my house naked eating oranges, please someone tell me if this is normal. That’s when I kind of woke up as I had to tell him to either stay in my room desnuda or put at least pants on as my housemate could walk in at any moment, although if she came in and seen fat face, (by the way his name is Vincent, I hesitated the other day when Sonia asked!), naked in her kitchen eating oranges then she would have pissed herself laughing, I would have too, although I don’t think he would have. Also the Spanish boys just really do not have a clue, none of them wear boxers, they all wear briefs, and it is really hard to fall in love with them when you have seen these things, never mind, if I ever end up with a Spaniard-he will do as he is told! I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you what fat face wears that is quite a private thing, so especially you Leanne Galloway, if you ever end up seeing him-please DO NOT LAUGH! Like seriously you see all these briefs just hanging out to dry on people’s balconies, it is the most tragic thing ever.
Anyway, we was chatting away and stuff and he was saying it is his birthday on weds and that he is going for a drink to Las Tascas on Thursday if I wanted to come, well I go every Thursday so no problem for me. Then he went into the bathroom and then came out and was like “what the fook have you done?!” Taken a back a bit by surprise I was like er what the fook? So then I seen his neck…….FOUR HUGE LOVEBITES. They are really big and really dark as well. Well I am absolutely mortified with myself. I have not done this since I was like 15 and since I was pissed out of my face I actually do not remember doing it so its not like I’m a dirty whore who goes round giving love bites to people with big heads, (aww his head is slightly big, bless him, but he is still fit as fook). Well he was mad. I said sorry like a thousand times he just kept saying its ok, when you knew it really wasn’t and then he works doing something important es un comercio so he works in commerce and he has to wear a suit for work, and you know it must be really posh, as no one in Spain wears suits for work, so he has to go into work like that he said his bosses will go mad, and plus he is going to Tarragona, or Zaragoza tomorrow to meet with some V.I.P clients…oops, I’m so sorry. Not only this but he lives with his Grandma…she is really gonna love me now isn’t she?
Anyway he was sat there sulking for ages and then his friend phoned, turned out to be Sergio’s brother, and then fat face was thinking that I couldn’t understand and told Sergio’s brother. I heard Sergio’s brother going mad on the phone and fat face was like “well she said perdona, perdona,” mimicking my voice and then he said “I was loving her this morning but now…..” Well I never, I dunno how many times I have to say sorry, but there was nothing more I could do. So then he ended up staying until 9 but it was slightly awkward as he was sulking the whole time, no word of a lie. So I have been absolutely worried about this now as I am so embarrassed and mortified about this and now everyone is going to know, Castellón is a small place and people will talk for defo. Phoned Caroline but she doesn’t get just how bad it is. When he was leaving he was just like “right see you Thursday”. So I won’t hold my breath for him txting me.
But no I have a dilemma, Adriano, fat face, Ramon, that weirdo and Cockney boy are going to be there in the same place at the same time, so I’m thinking it might bode well for me if I choose to stay in that night…
I dunno out of everyone I love fat face the most, but after this he is well not gonna be happy with me. But anyway, it is slightly his fault as if he is gonna take any skank home, then what does he expect?
Random word of the day: ligue de una noche = one night stand
Total word count of the day: 2286
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