Getting Somewhere

Sophie and I are officially looking for a new apartment. We met Irish girls who are also staying for the season who stayed in the room next to us for a couple of nights. They found a place for one more euro a night with a kitchen and access to a hotel pool. Ours overlooks a pool that we were explicitly forbidden from using the minute we moved in. So as much as I love living in the slave's quarters, we're gonna keep looking.

I did a big job search yesterday and went to about ten different places asking for work. I got the typical come back next week thing, which is pretty depressing, but later I found out that the "tax man" will be leaving in five days which made me feel a lot more confident about getting a job. The tax man is reviewing the legitimate employment of all the restaurants to ensure that the wages earned here are kept within Greece's economy...I think... So once Big Brother gets off my back, I can finally get some good, honest, under the table illegal employment.

Breaking news, my book is FINALLY getting interesting. I broke the 100 page mark which i haven't done in a long, long time. I flipped back through the book to congratulate my progress so far, and every other page has been dog eared at least once. That means that up until now, I've been averaging about two pages at a time. But I'm past the set up of the plot, so it's getting more and more interesting by the second.

Sophie had her first day of work yesterday from 10-6, and after my fruitless job search I went down to visit her. The past couple of days, she'd had to get shots and tests to make sure she was healthy and to make sure she's not serving tuberculosis salads. So I get to the bar where she and the staff are shooting the shit because no customers are there. I walk up and Sophie looks at me completely straight faced.

Sophie: One of those tests was for AIDS.
I nearly died.
Sophie: I'm negative.

So that's something to celebrate, people, if you're looking for a reason. Sophie is AIDS free. Boo ya.

When Sophie got out of work we finally got to hit the beach. I was super excited because I decided to buy a volley ball that day so we could frolick in the water and get exercise. We lasted about ten minutes. We were two of the five people on the beach so we threw in the towel and caught the the bus home. This doesn't actually apply, as Sophie and I don't own towels to throw in, but it's just a saying so imma use it anyway. Also, the bus driver tried to leave without us when we were only three yards away. There was legitimately no other possible destination we could have been headed for BUT the bus, but he started to drive away anyway. So I went all Tiananmen Square on his ass, and made him stop for us.

It's opening ceremonies for the World Cup tonight, and the first match is tomorrow. I'm wicked pumped because since we're in Europe, we get to watch the games on time and not worry about Eastern/Central time blah, blah, blah. And we're also in a place which gives half a shit about soccer, so that's a plus.

Thing's I've Noticed:
1. If you call it Soccer, you will be mercilessly tooled on.
2. In Ios, if you don't have a tattoo, you are unique. There are stands by the beach set up like your average Rogan Slush Stand with tatted up guys just waitin' to ink ya.
3. Aussie slang is way more creative than ours. Cocksucker < Cocksmoker.
4. Malaka = Asshole in Greek. They use it a lot. Like a lot, a lot.

Right now I'm waiting for Carmen to get up so that she'll come apartment hunting with me because she's super friendly and I'm about as outgoing as a corpse compared to her. I did take an Adderall, though, so I might just hit the road solo. Our roommate Carmen may be the peppiest human on planet Earth. She's wicked outgoing to everyone she meets, even inanimate objects. She may not be the brightest bulb, but she is the friendliest bulb. Her theme song is ''Tik Tok" by Ke$ha. I say that not because she claims it, but because yesterday morning her headphones were up all the way and over the course of an hour and a half, Tik Tok was played five times. No exaggeration. I'm gonna try and sneak a peak at her iPod. I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the only song on there. Seriously.