Back to reality

I just got back from Ibiza with the lovely Suzi. It was great, and although she knew some people who were over there, most of the time it was just the 2 of us. Although it was like we were a couple, our relationship is platonic, but still it was nice to spend a week with someone whos company I really enjoy, especially a girl. I care about her a lot.

Sentiments aside, we only went clubbing twice in the entire week; firstly to Space on Sunday and then to Pacha on the Wednesday. The atmosphere was great in both but I preferred both the music and the people in Pacha. We also did a lot of sunbathing, eating out, looking round stalls, and general chilling out - Overall very enjoyable. San Antonio, where we stayed, has a reputation for attracting a lot of neds, and indeed it does - but being the end of the holiday season, it was rather mellow, and we didn't venture into the heart of the West End late at night.

Now I'm back home, my mum has started charging me rent (£200 pcm), and my dad internet bills! This is an attempt to give me a proverbial kick up the arse and motivate me to get a job (and a life). This is fair enough as I suppose that's exactly what I need right now.

I rented 3 more DVDs from Blockbuster's "3 for £5 for 7 nights" selection - "Ocean's 11", "Sixth Sense" and "Monster's Ball", and there are a few more a want to see - "The Bourne Identity", "21 Grams", "A Beautiful Mind", "Fargo" and "Enemy at the Gates".

But no matter how many films I rent, there is no escaping that the job search is imminent.