"I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me . . .
For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes."
~Shakespeare
Hello there dear readers. Or probably just reader by now.. and that's myself. Yeah, I'm sorry. It honestly has been forever. Well maybe just a month. But that's definately forever in blog world. I henceforth PROMISE to make a more dilligent effort in updating on a regular basis, and maybe actually putting some personality into this damn thing. Eesh. Who knew this would be so much work.
My thighs are sore. It's 'cause I'm so sexed up. HAH. Right. The more likely cause of my burning muscles is step aerobics. HEY! No snickering. It's more intense than it sounds.. jerk.
Well I suppooooose that I can't really continue to call this a real blog until I recap the past month's happenings. Oh that's right. I went to Ireland. . and it was AMAZING!
Day 1: Saturday, March 4th. We got to the airport thinking our flight was at 12:30.. hahha.. more like 2:30. Wasted time by getting 10 minute manicures and getting sick of starbucks coffee. Flew to Atlanta. Wasted time by travelling from terminal to terminal looking for a decent dinner location. Flight to Dublin took off at 7 pm.
Day 2: Sunday, March 5th. Arrival in Dublin at 7:30 am, after maybe one hour of sleep and being disappointed by the promise for Harry Potter and the delivery of Italian Job as our inflight movie. Although they showed Goal! afterward, and that was good. He was hot. haha. Stood in line at the Dublin tourist desk for over an hour, waiting behind just ONE FUCKING INDECISIVE COUPLE. The line behind us was atleast 20 people. I'm glad we got there when we did. We bought bus and attraction passes. That was exciting. Left for the city!! (9:30 am) Dropped off in god knows where.. never been to Dublin before. Thank god for my natural skill with maneuvering through foreign cities. It was fun.. but squeezing into a tiiiny cafe for breakfast with gigantic backpacks on was kind of difficult. No worries. I didn't hurt anybody. After that, more walking.. and it was frigid.. BUT sunny. The only really sunny day we had there. We kept walking. And walking. And reached a park eventually, where we sufficiently wasted time. We were waiting for 12 pm, when Fridays would open and we could go celebrate Amy's birthday. Which we did. During which we got drunk. Off god damn 12 euro drinks, we'd better have gotten drunk. 3 pm. Head to hostel to get our room. Oh yeah. We had dropped our luggage off before walking so much. Anyway, get our room and meet a cool Canadian named Ted, who had been in Ireland for a year and gotten citizenship. He was pretty hippie-esque. Chill. Nap time. While we hear crazy people singing in the streets. Apparently that's what you do in Dublin. Sing drunk in the streets. Anywho. Ah, yes. We had bought wine earlier too.. 2 bottles for 10 Euro. Good deal. Good wine. That comes into play later in the week. Night falls.. we go eat Kebabs. Kind of like Gyros.. except.. different. Ask if you really need a description. Lets just say they're the magic drunk food of Dublin. Open 24 hrs. That and Rick's Burgers. After that, we finally mustered up enough courage to enter Temple Bar.. our first Irish pub. PACKED! It was insane. We were hit on by a group of 3 old Irish guys obsessed with American Idol and making fun of one of their friends yellow jumper (aka sweater). They bought us drinks. Then we left their table. Sitting at the bar, I was approached by a highly intoxicated German man. Who I so cleverly got to leave. Meanwhile, eyeing the room, I catch a glance from a group of guys across the way. We get bored, and decide to leave, and on the way out, one of the guys says "I'm sorry.. I'm shy".. atleast that's what I caught. His Scottish accent was so thick that's all I could understand. Anyway, this introduced us to a whole group of Scottish men to talk to. Who consequently bought us nuuuumerous drinks. God knows how many. But they were funny. And they all laughed at the guy who kept saying "I'm sorry.. I'm shy" over and over. Odd situation.. however I also accidently caught myself a fish.. that I didn't want.. one of these guys, poor thing, was head over heels for me. But this fish did take us to a nightclub where we got our dance on and our flirt on with maaaaaaany Irish guys. Quite the good night. With lots more free drinks. And guess what.. on the way back, we ran into a couple guys our age finally.. and we sang in the streets.. drunk. Right outside our hostel.
"You're jusssst togoood to be truuuuuue. Caan't take my eeeeeeyes off of yoooou. You'd be like heaven to TOUCH.. just wanna hoooold you SO MUCH... la da da daaaa da da da... and I thank goood I'm alive.. you're just tooogood to be truuuue. can't take my eeeeyes off of YOU! *stumble... laugh... dance* I LOVE YOU BAAABY.. and if it's quiiite alllright I need you BAAAAABY... la dada da daaaa da da da daaaaaaa da.... dadadada... dadaaa.... I need you baaaaby.. won't you come staaaay.. ohh.. pretty baaaby. now that i found you, STAY!.. and let me Love.. you.. ba..by... let me looooove yoooooooooooou!"
You have no idea how hard it was for us to remember what song it was we sang the next morning. I had an Epiphany 4 days later, and viola! There was the song. In my memory.
Anyway.. the night does NOT end there. After making out with like my 10th irish guy, I saw a nicely dressed young man sitting on the curb outside of our hostel, piss ass drunk. His friends were watching. But then they left. I felt bad, and sat down next to him to see if he was okay. He turned to me, shocked that i cared, and we had an awesome conversation! And around 4, we headed to... you guessed it.. get KEBABS! Magic drunk food. And apparently to Stephen, this guy, I'm the nicest person ever. Yeah, that's right. Better believe it.
So ends day 2. And I believe I shall continue my story another day. What a great trip. I will definately be going back.
Anyway, as for current shit.. nothing. Life's boring, besides stressing about the future.. and I'm not going to bother you with that now. Wait til advising week for me to vent. Chao!
~Shakespeare
Hello there dear readers. Or probably just reader by now.. and that's myself. Yeah, I'm sorry. It honestly has been forever. Well maybe just a month. But that's definately forever in blog world. I henceforth PROMISE to make a more dilligent effort in updating on a regular basis, and maybe actually putting some personality into this damn thing. Eesh. Who knew this would be so much work.
My thighs are sore. It's 'cause I'm so sexed up. HAH. Right. The more likely cause of my burning muscles is step aerobics. HEY! No snickering. It's more intense than it sounds.. jerk.
Well I suppooooose that I can't really continue to call this a real blog until I recap the past month's happenings. Oh that's right. I went to Ireland. . and it was AMAZING!
Day 1: Saturday, March 4th. We got to the airport thinking our flight was at 12:30.. hahha.. more like 2:30. Wasted time by getting 10 minute manicures and getting sick of starbucks coffee. Flew to Atlanta. Wasted time by travelling from terminal to terminal looking for a decent dinner location. Flight to Dublin took off at 7 pm.
Day 2: Sunday, March 5th. Arrival in Dublin at 7:30 am, after maybe one hour of sleep and being disappointed by the promise for Harry Potter and the delivery of Italian Job as our inflight movie. Although they showed Goal! afterward, and that was good. He was hot. haha. Stood in line at the Dublin tourist desk for over an hour, waiting behind just ONE FUCKING INDECISIVE COUPLE. The line behind us was atleast 20 people. I'm glad we got there when we did. We bought bus and attraction passes. That was exciting. Left for the city!! (9:30 am) Dropped off in god knows where.. never been to Dublin before. Thank god for my natural skill with maneuvering through foreign cities. It was fun.. but squeezing into a tiiiny cafe for breakfast with gigantic backpacks on was kind of difficult. No worries. I didn't hurt anybody. After that, more walking.. and it was frigid.. BUT sunny. The only really sunny day we had there. We kept walking. And walking. And reached a park eventually, where we sufficiently wasted time. We were waiting for 12 pm, when Fridays would open and we could go celebrate Amy's birthday. Which we did. During which we got drunk. Off god damn 12 euro drinks, we'd better have gotten drunk. 3 pm. Head to hostel to get our room. Oh yeah. We had dropped our luggage off before walking so much. Anyway, get our room and meet a cool Canadian named Ted, who had been in Ireland for a year and gotten citizenship. He was pretty hippie-esque. Chill. Nap time. While we hear crazy people singing in the streets. Apparently that's what you do in Dublin. Sing drunk in the streets. Anywho. Ah, yes. We had bought wine earlier too.. 2 bottles for 10 Euro. Good deal. Good wine. That comes into play later in the week. Night falls.. we go eat Kebabs. Kind of like Gyros.. except.. different. Ask if you really need a description. Lets just say they're the magic drunk food of Dublin. Open 24 hrs. That and Rick's Burgers. After that, we finally mustered up enough courage to enter Temple Bar.. our first Irish pub. PACKED! It was insane. We were hit on by a group of 3 old Irish guys obsessed with American Idol and making fun of one of their friends yellow jumper (aka sweater). They bought us drinks. Then we left their table. Sitting at the bar, I was approached by a highly intoxicated German man. Who I so cleverly got to leave. Meanwhile, eyeing the room, I catch a glance from a group of guys across the way. We get bored, and decide to leave, and on the way out, one of the guys says "I'm sorry.. I'm shy".. atleast that's what I caught. His Scottish accent was so thick that's all I could understand. Anyway, this introduced us to a whole group of Scottish men to talk to. Who consequently bought us nuuuumerous drinks. God knows how many. But they were funny. And they all laughed at the guy who kept saying "I'm sorry.. I'm shy" over and over. Odd situation.. however I also accidently caught myself a fish.. that I didn't want.. one of these guys, poor thing, was head over heels for me. But this fish did take us to a nightclub where we got our dance on and our flirt on with maaaaaaany Irish guys. Quite the good night. With lots more free drinks. And guess what.. on the way back, we ran into a couple guys our age finally.. and we sang in the streets.. drunk. Right outside our hostel.
"You're jusssst togoood to be truuuuuue. Caan't take my eeeeeeyes off of yoooou. You'd be like heaven to TOUCH.. just wanna hoooold you SO MUCH... la da da daaaa da da da... and I thank goood I'm alive.. you're just tooogood to be truuuue. can't take my eeeeyes off of YOU! *stumble... laugh... dance* I LOVE YOU BAAABY.. and if it's quiiite alllright I need you BAAAAABY... la dada da daaaa da da da daaaaaaa da.... dadadada... dadaaa.... I need you baaaaby.. won't you come staaaay.. ohh.. pretty baaaby. now that i found you, STAY!.. and let me Love.. you.. ba..by... let me looooove yoooooooooooou!"
You have no idea how hard it was for us to remember what song it was we sang the next morning. I had an Epiphany 4 days later, and viola! There was the song. In my memory.
Anyway.. the night does NOT end there. After making out with like my 10th irish guy, I saw a nicely dressed young man sitting on the curb outside of our hostel, piss ass drunk. His friends were watching. But then they left. I felt bad, and sat down next to him to see if he was okay. He turned to me, shocked that i cared, and we had an awesome conversation! And around 4, we headed to... you guessed it.. get KEBABS! Magic drunk food. And apparently to Stephen, this guy, I'm the nicest person ever. Yeah, that's right. Better believe it.
So ends day 2. And I believe I shall continue my story another day. What a great trip. I will definately be going back.
Anyway, as for current shit.. nothing. Life's boring, besides stressing about the future.. and I'm not going to bother you with that now. Wait til advising week for me to vent. Chao!
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