Getting along

Dunno why, but it's all just starting to hit me and I am slowly getting very stressed and not a little depressed. (Stress and worry always turns into depression with me. Actually most things turn into depression with me.)

But there is no reason! Everything is going fine so far! I have an appointment to get myself a National Insurance Number and another appointment to see if I can successful claim job seekers benefit. I just signed a contract for broadband so I should be getting internet in the house in under two weeks.

My grandmother has an empty fridge and eats ridiculously frugally so I should manage to lose a lot of weight as I slowly starve, which I guess is good. British people on my flist what are stones made out of, ounces? The way you measure and weight things confuses me no end. And are the like 12 ounces to a stone? Because god forbid it could actually be 10, or something else reasonable. Let's just hope it's not something completely ridiculous like 17! Anyway so far I have lost at least one of those things that make up a stone. Is that a lot or a little?

Another question for the British people: how come you don't all get scurvy over here? I went to supermarket to get some fruit, and nearly had a heart attack. They sell aubergines and apples and all the rest by the piece and not the kilo! (And a single aubergine is more expensive than a kilo would be in Greece!) If I don't find work soon I will starve! I will get scurvy and die!

Anyway. The only thing that is cheaper here is alcohol. So I met my friend Angela on Saturday and we went out for drinks. She invited a french friend along and he invited a mexican friend of his along. They ended up taking us dancing at a cuban club. Dancing latin is tiring! The evening was fun, or was at least until the mexican guy started seriously hitting on me. I liked him well enough, he was a nice guy and it was really fun dancing with such an amazing dancer but I certainly didn't fancy him. And call me a prude or difficult, but I don't hook up and make dates with guys I don't fancy. But I do get very awkward and uncomfortable, because I have yet to master the delicate art of politely turning down someone who you like and will probably be seeing again in the future, but do not fancy. That put a damper on things. I am not in the mood at present with all that I have on my mind to be getting hit on randomly by guys who refuse to take no as an answer.

Anyway. I'm in the library again, and it's hot. I'm waiting for my friend Dimitris to meet me so we can go for a pick nick in the park. He's late as usual, and I'm starving!