Why I love being unemployed

"Wow Audie it's so cool that you are in the UK, what have you been up to?"
 Well fictional person I made up just so I could pretend that someone had actually asked me that question the answer is uhhhh, nothing. I've been in Liverpool for one full week and have accomplished very little, but you know what? I don't care. I love that I can sleep in and do whatever I want whenever I want. Even if what I want to do is lay in my hostel room and do various activities that don't involve moving. To be honest I am kind of at a standstill because I am waiting to move into a flat and don't have a job. Once I move in I will have a place to keep all of this junk I brought with me from Canada and then I will be free to visit Dublin (in the works, yayayay) without a giant suitcase. It is nice just doing nothing and I don't feel guilty about it. Not one bit.

That being said, Rachel and I have left the hostel in search of things like food, cider and conditioner and because of that I have some stories I can share with you. That reminds me, Aunty J, if you are reading this I know you totally ignored my last text. Also drink a cup of tea for me at thanksgiving supper! Back to the subject of Liverpool. Rachel and I have found a favorite pub called Flanagans Apple and the bartender already knows our order of Strongbow which is an amazing accomplishment. Unfortunately drinking a lot of cider has taken its toll on my esophagus so I guess I will have to switch over to beer ughhhhhh. Going to this pub has put us into some weird situations while also providing extreme entertainment that I wish to share with you! I have three main things to share so here we go:

1) People here talk to you and it's totally not weird. Like in Regina if some guys approached a group of girls they'd be like "omg creepy" or "omg gonna make out with his/her face" but here people are so nice and they just genuinely have conversations with you and I love it! It's especially great because if the person is awful then you only have to know them for a while but if the person is totally cool you can exchange contact info. Networking, bitch! (Read that like Jesse from Breaking Bad).

2) Speaking of bitches, I would like to share with you my WORST HOSTEL EXPERIENCE so far. The first time I have ever experience a hostel was three weeks ago but after three weeks I feel like I know how hostels work. These bitches do not. So Rachel and I return to the hostel after supper to discover we have roommates but they have already gone out and left the bathroom destroyed. Makeup smears everywhere. How did they do that? And the sink was full of hair including tiny little hairs that looked like pubes but I don't know could be some chin hairs they had to pluck? We go to bed around midnight and I wake up at four to get some water and notice none of the girls have returned so I'm thinking they went home with some dudes and wouldn't be back until morning. I was so wrong. At four thirty they start banging on the door and I reluctantly wake up to open it. The girls exclaim
"We live here too"
So I glare at them and lay back down but I was obviously kidding myself with the thought of sleep. These girls brought a whole group of guys back to the hostel and they proceed to talk really loud and hang out with these guys they had just met at the bar. Anyway, to get to the point, the guys finally left except for two of them who decided it would be okay to have sex with two of the girls in the Hostel room. Rachel and I were not interested in listening to strangers have sex so we left and hung out in the lobby until seven in the morning. We return to the room, give the guys instructions on how to leave the hostel and then try to sleep. Except the girls spend the next few hours puking. They finally left but the room was in horrible condition complete with fake eyelashes and nails on the floor. Whatever man, maybe they're nice girls.

3) I will leave you with a less harsh story that takes place last night at our favorite Irish pub. There is this tiny little man and I think he was on some crazy drugs but he was walking around the pub and decides to stop at the table we are sitting at and stare at us for a couple of seconds and then leave. He does this to a few people. He then proceeds to dance like no one was watching which is very admirable. At one point he tried to take his pants off but some guy at the bar stopped him. Oh by the way this whole time he has a little foam mustache from his beer. Best guy but was he funnier than the guy that was so drunk his bare butt was hanging out? I can't make a solid decision.

That's what I have been up to. Next goal will be to get a job.
Cheers.