X: Amsterdam return

Monday, December 03, 2007
Amsterdam return
So it was my birthday last week and my boyfriend treated me to a weekend in Amsterdam where he's living for the moment and a pretty MP3 player. So I had a nice time, I was so relaxed mentally. I don't know why but he seems to calm me down, we are not opposites but complementary. Interesting how one person can chill me out like that. I'm sure my BP was very low this weekend although I was dashing around. We've never lived in the same country so from the very beginning it's been a long distance relationship seeing as we met on a plane. So that's probably why we've lasted so long. We don't get sick of each other with issues popping up and me blurting out stuff. He seems to tolerate it and thinks it's part of my charm .


I must say if it wasn't for visiting my boyfriend (long distance relationship), I wouldn't buy any clothes. I flip between very miserly and spending impulsively. I've been quite miserly this year, although I fritter a lot of money on books and little treats (Starbucks, eating out, I have to stop) but I went all out (for me) and bought clothes. At least I have something to wear for work now, and half the stuff I bought I didn't take with me. I spent a lot in past years and so to control it, I become miserly and walk around with tattered trousers, shoes, jackets etc cause I can't let go and spend more than 10 euros at once, and also I've gotten fatter and don't want to buy fat clothes. I'm still nervous about checking my bank account. I DON'T want to look at it, even though I know I have to as I have to make a transfer for yet another late payment for my credit card. And the next payment is coming up on my second credit card. AArg. At least thank goodness I don't have to pay for driving classes anymore! What the hell happens to my money? I did get a bit of a pay raise. Nothing to write home about as 5% of shit is still shit.
I really don't want to see how much I've spent. I want to hide and avoid the issue. Fight the ADD!

I haven't eaten lunch for about 10 days for 2 reasons: one I spent my lunch time hunting for jeans that will fit me (no success, I had to borrow my sister's fat ones.) and two I got some flu/cold something and felt quite nauseated which I milked for all it was worth. I wasn't thinking of food! My work trousers were looser and since I stopped taking the pill, my fat deposits have changed. I don't put fat around my middle now.

Why is that I wonder? Estrogen should make you more feminine, more fat around the hips, thighs, and in me it worked the opposite. More fat around the middle. Hmm, see me go off on a tangent to discover why.

X:A girl named Manolo

Friday, November 02, 2007
A girl named Manolo



I’ve a terrible cold. I think it’s a bit worse though, an infection somewhere since I’m coughing green mucus, doubt it’s my sinuses, as they’ve barely bothered me, though I won’t get antibiotics, unless it doesn’t clear up in a week or so. There’s a campaign in Spain saying that we shouldn’t abuse antibiotics (about time!!! Finally). But then they should tell the docs too cause they give out antibiotics like candy.

I simply will eat lots of garlic, onions, fruits and vegetables. That should clear anything up. My voice sounds cooler too. I sound like a big smoker called Manolo. I'm cursed with a high-pitched non-authoritative voice.

My Halloween was okay, I was kinda sick, and perhaps shouldn’t have gone out but wanted to. Went out with a friend and left the party at about 2.15. Couldn’t take the smoky bars any longer. And stayed in bed the whole day.


I think I can be a bad girlfriend. My boyfriend lives in Amsterdam and it was his birthday yesterday. Since we don’t see each other very often, we can’t really have birthday presents and all that. I sent a card on Monday, but of course it takes about a week to arrive, I should have planned it better which of course I never do. And in my defense I’ve been thinking about his birthday since September, and didn’t simply remember 2 days before. He’s such a hard person to buy for, now if I had tons of money, it won’t be so hard but what’s a literally poor girl to do for a picky boyfriend? I decided to get a massage in Amsterdam for him, but now I have to work out the details. And sorting out the real massage parlors from the 'massage parlors'. It is Amsterdam, though he'll be delighted to have the other kind. In his dreams.

He’s used to getting presents late :-(