Days of Eni's life

My online store is  http://www.lulu.com/ spotlight/eniko How did I get to this? Here it is: Most of you know by now that last year, at the YSA Convention in Hungary I met a wonderful man, and I moved to Preston, England (he is Hungarian, but he has been living here for over 3 years) so that we could be closer. On the 6th of December he proposed - you can read about it here  http:// eniscrazylife.blogspot.co.u k/2012/12/ the-perfect-proposal.html We want to get married as soon as possible, but we have an obstacle  standing in our way: money. Since I don't have a job yet, I have been feeling very frustrated. I spent time thinking about my skills and what I can do to make some money - my list of things I want to buy for the wedding is long (dress, shoes, veil, flower bouquet, plane tickets for my parents, ...) and these are not cheap! Finally, I resorted to the Internet. I found a way to publish a collection of poems that I have written along the years (paper or e-book), ...

For some unknown reason, I have been very stressed and edgy this past couple of days. I am pretty good at being nice, and helping people out, but I've been feeling very impatient and fed up with stupidity and ignorance. I feel bad saying it, but I've been bitchy to a lot of people. I came to work  with my usual smile stuck on my face. On the inside, I was praying for time to go by faster. But my prayer was futile... time would not move faster! Come on! Seriously??? No customers?... boring!!! A customer came, filled his tank, then asked me to make him a vinieta (road tax). He had this funny accent, and I thought he was Italian, but he did not look Italian, and did not act like an Italian. while typing his car info into the computer, his friend came in, and started talking in English - British English! I immediately switched to English, and helped them pick some injector cleaning solution, some gasoline booster, and other stuff. I talked to them in English, and it felt ...

I have the tendency to talk to people on their own language. I feel like we are not on the same page if I don't. For example, talking to the missionaries in Romanian is weird! I feel like the words are void of meaning, but when we speak English, there is a connection. I know, I am weird! It is the same when I talk to my dad, I can only talk to him, and open up to him, if I speak in Hungarian. The problem arises when we have a new kid in our branch, who speaks a different language. For example, we have a new member, a 25 year old Italian guy. He got baptized two weeks ago, and he came to Romania to study ( he will probably be here for the next 6 years). He speaks very well Romanian (considering that he has been in Romania for only 3 months, his skills are very impressive), but my brain is trying hard to recover those lost memories from the Italian classes I took when I was a high school junior. It is weird that while we talk, Italian words pop into my head. Now I have a new goal: ...

I am back in Arad! I woke up this morning, and for a second, I thought I was back home in my bed. Then I saw the table next to me, and the dream was over. I finished unpacking, and got all comfortable, now comes the fun stuff! I start teaching English today. I have to come up with awesome lesson plans, and get my English skills from under the rug. I haven't spoken it since... since I went back to Stei! I need to start calling my friends again, I am horrible at keeping in touch with them. Maybe I even got on their "people to kill" list.. I wouldn't blame them! Anyway, I need to get out of the house, but guess what? It's cold outside! Yesterday, Arad welcomed me with sun and warmth, and now, dark clouds and cold... Thank you! Going job hunting will be a blast! I need to take a shower, so I will talk to you later... if i don't freeze ;) Have a fabulous day! The weekend is on its way :D