haonowshaokao

I am busy looking for a house in Žižkov, nearly there. One of my housemates has a weblog – http://expletivedeleted.blogspot.com – which is pretty cool.
Meanwhile I smell too bad to be teaching, I must buy my third and fourth pair of trousers soon.

OK, so livejournal just deleted this so I’m going to have to type it all out again, gah!

So (he said even though he’d said it before and feels like a fucking cunt having to repeat himself) I’ve got a job, first paid lesson tomorrow, whoop de woo.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have been mainly corrupting five 20-year-old Finnish girls who came here for a holiday having never before (a) smoked (b) drank (except a couple of times) (c) heard of anyone using drugs of any kind and (d) ever left their little farming town before.
So…
Finnish Girl #3: Excuse me, what are you doing there?
Matthew from Blind Eye: I’m making a special cigarette
FG3: How is it special?
MBE: I’m putting this in it.
FG3: And what is that?
MBE: It’s the pollen of a plant.
FG3: I think this plant grows in my back garden
MBE: I don’t think it does…
FG3: No, is it called (something Finnish)?
(2 mins of Finnish conversations to establish nature of plant)
FG3: Is this drugs?
MBE: Yes, like this is a drug (points to beer)
FG3: Would you reccomend it?
MBE: I enjoy it myself and you may do too
FG3: May I have some
MBE: OK.
(FG3 takes a huge toke and holds it down for ages)
There’s no punchline to this, it was just a moderately funny night.

For those of my non-existent readers who are in England you may like to check out the MP3s of $tolen Grand, the band my house-mates had back in, ooh, 1999 at Timternet’s new site – http://www.angelfire.com/myband/tv62/index.html – I can’t since I’m in a frickin’ internet cafe but never mind, eh?

Just had to see Linn off at the coach station as she’s going to go back to Sweden and work in some godawful hotel for a few months to get some money. Kind of sad really, I haven’t been able to spend much time with her since I got back, what with me doing my course in the daytime and her working at the James Joyce nights. So, its sad, but… she’ll be back. Nobody can stay away from Praha.
I’m meant to be phoning for a job and looking for a flat now and I am a lazy boy.

So, I’m qualified. Yip skippity skip. And I’ve got a job too, but not till June.
Meanwhile, a little story:
I went bowling a few nights ago with some people at the Clown and Bard and hung out with this kooky New York girl, she seemed pretty cool, we kissed and stuff and then I went to bed so I could get up for the course the next morning. She left the next day so I didn’t see her again.
Last night, (after a decent party at Gail’s new place), I found out that 3 days before I met her she had been abducted and raped by a gang of Ukrainians outside my local bar I go to every night. Feels a bit weird. Apparently everybody except me knew. Carrie explained it to me so I don’t really feel bad about it but I did have to go home and have a think.
There I met this Finnish girl on the stairs and talked to her for 40 mins or so. Life goes on.