feliz cumpleaños a mi

cumpleaños feliz, cumpleaños feliz.. You get the picture. I've been making a list of all the people who remember me today. It is very very short though it's nearly 1 pm. I didn't count those who wished me in advance (basically because that's not nice, it doesn't really mean anything unless it is actually your birthday).
My colleagues were very nice and got me a card and a scratch ticket. It was very nice of them, although very unnecessary. Yesterday when they were asking what I want for my birthday I gave very vague ideas.. not really vague as such but something a bit too much, like a Spanish Villa or a Caribbean holiday. Either of those would be nice. Just distant dreams.
I should really think of an idea for tonight. It's not cool to just sit and watch telly like we do every night. I need this day to feel like a birthday, not just another wednesday. But I have no idea. I don't think I could persuade my bf to go to the local restaurant for dinner. I will try but that's just one doomed idea. And I really don't want to cook myself. I don't also want the normal take-aways we have far too often. For one day I just want to feel special.. Is that too much to ask? Just one day in a year.

Friday

Also very very tired. Not interested in working one bit. Luckily got nothing to do anyway.
Strange thing about this place is, that even though I sign out after each time, it is still signed in when I come back the next time. This is at work, not at home.

He estado intentando aprender español. No sé si cualquiera de esto está correcto. el babelfish me está ayudando. finalmente encontró el deletreo correcto del " joder".

If I had the babelfish where ever I go, I think I could learn Spanish in no time.

Yesterday I found an interesting job. It is not for anyone with any ambition. Probably pays less than this one. But if it paid even the same amount I would definitely be interested in applying. I'd much rather work in a warehouse of a clothing store. No customer service. Just you and the clothes, before anyone else sees them. It's a smallish warehouse so it is very possible it would be quite an independent job. I'd like that. I've emailed them asking about the salary, but haven't gotten a reply. I'm starting to think they are not going to reply. Their fault there wasn't a phone number. Besides, even if it is a lot more fun but if it pays a lot less I can't afford to even think about it. Still I just want out of here. Preferably before the boss returns.

How many times have I mentioned how much I hate rain??!? If I had money and language skills I'd want to go to Spain and never come back.

Yesterday I got excited about leasing a car. If only I didnt have my loan to pay back I would definitely consider leasing a Fiat Punto for it is so cheap. A brand new car and no worries about maintenance and tire changes.

What could be the thing today? The thing that makes me excited and makes the time fly? I'm all out of ideas. I've even searched for holidays and apartments in London and Spain so often I don't feel like doing that today.

sunday morning

i was woken up a bit too early. and no lotto winnings yet again. nothing about a new, better job for me. why cant I have any luck? why am I destined to be poor? it is just not fair. I think I've had my share of poverty and things should be starting to change soon. Cant seem to get the loan off my back either. Though it is getting smaller each month, but not nearly fast enough.
This seems to be only about complaining. I should cheer up and try to make it more interesting. No wonder no one ever reads it..

saturday, the day after the party

I controlled myself just fine. didnt drink too much, although it was still quite a lot. got home before midnight and woke up at 9 am the next morning. Which was just fine since I had to go with my dad to Huittinen. he said it would be about 2,5h trip. turned out he was wrong by 2 hours. and he had lots of complaits about the car. it's a good car. works just fine. after that we watched a terrence hill and bud spencer movie and went to sauna.
i opened another bottle of wine. red this time, australian. I really dont have much to say about today.
I have a friend who makes money with his blog. I dont know how he does it. perhaps he has more readers then me. I suppose no one ever reads mine.
I dont even know why i started writing this today. never mind. forget all about it