I've been trying to write this post for ages. Maybe two weeks. Every time I sit down to write, I seem to get distracted. But no more I say! So here goes.
As some of you may know, I'm no longer in Ireland. Shock. Yes. I really wish I could have stayed longer but even if I did it would have only been for one more month probably. In the long run, I'm better off here in the states at the moment. I had an opportunity I really couldn't pass up. A job working with my family. Wait. Did I say job? As my friend Sharon said, it'll probably be like indentured servitude. But it saves me from having to find a real job. Ewwwwww to real jobs. So. I'm back in NYC and getting to see all my friends I haven't seen in ages. It was also super duper cool to be back in NYC for the Fourth of July. I went to my friends place in Park Slope for a BBQ and watched the fire works from his roof. That was one of the highlights of being back. I better soak it up because I'm not going to be here for long. And lord knows when I'll be here next.
Most people I've talked to for some reason think either I'm going back to Ireland or I'm staying in NYC. Not so. Like the hobo that I am, its off to sunny Boca Raton for me. Where my indentured servitude will take place with my family. I really miss Ireland and the friends I made there. But, if anything, this trip kinda lit a fire under my ass to finish school so I can move back and get a decent job. In Ireland, the UK or who knows where else. All the chicks I worked with were Australian and I really hit it off with one of them in particular so maybe Australia isn't too far off even.
Ireland. I miss you. I miss the fact that I could walk anywhere and everywhere. I miss the great weather we had in Galway. I miss walking to Salthill and chilling on the beach with a beer. I miss hanging out and drinking in Eyre Square and getting bothered by random drunken people. I miss walking down Shop Street and watching the fire dancers and buskers. I miss the fun boys. I miss (dare I say it) Temple Bar. I miss Crunch Nut Bites. I miss the kittie in my back yard that the Canadian girls named Oliver. I miss my housemates. I miss sitting by the Spanish Arch. I miss the way everyone ends sentences with "so" and "like". I miss how everything was brand new. I miss working in the hostel and meeting cool people. I miss the girls I worked with. I miss a certain special someone. I miss Ireland.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
You drive on which side?!
So for my mini road trip last week I drove in Ireland for the first time. I drove from Tralee to Limerick. Weird is not even the word. It totally fucked with my head for the first 20 minutes but then I somewhat got used to it. What was freaky was driving down those really narrow and curvy roads with the locals driving oh so fast and annoyed that you're driving the speed limit.
When we spend the night in Limerick, we ended up having to drive my friend Dave out to catch his bus to go to Dublin but since we were all drinking the night before, he woke up late and he eventually missed his bus. On the way back my friend was too tired to drive back to Limerick so she asked Dave to drive. In theory this seems like a good idea only Dave had never driven an automatic car in his life. Once behind the wheel, he asked, where's the clutch and what to do I do with this bit? Referring to the gears. He insisted he'd be able to drive it and said to me, you work this bit and I'll work the accelerator. Though amusing now, it was a bit unnerving at the time so we booted him from the drivers seat and I drove back to Limerick.
When we spend the night in Limerick, we ended up having to drive my friend Dave out to catch his bus to go to Dublin but since we were all drinking the night before, he woke up late and he eventually missed his bus. On the way back my friend was too tired to drive back to Limerick so she asked Dave to drive. In theory this seems like a good idea only Dave had never driven an automatic car in his life. Once behind the wheel, he asked, where's the clutch and what to do I do with this bit? Referring to the gears. He insisted he'd be able to drive it and said to me, you work this bit and I'll work the accelerator. Though amusing now, it was a bit unnerving at the time so we booted him from the drivers seat and I drove back to Limerick.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Yesterday.
Completely random but yesterday as I was sitting in The Quays bar on Shop street in Galway. I was sitting at a sidewalk table having a beer when this lady asked to sit at the free seat next to me and my friend. We started chatting and she asked the popular "where are you from?" question. I said New York and she said, "Oh I loooove NYC. I'm from Roscommon but used to live in Brooklyn." I say, "No shit! Me too. Where did you live?" She then said "Bay Ridge" and I had a fit. I used to live in Bay Ridge. I was just talking to my BFF Sharon telling her I missed Bay Ridge. Turns out she only lived a couple blocks from me. Small fucking world ehh? That I'd move to Galway to meet an Irish lady that lives in Galway but used to live in Bay Ridge Brooklyn. We chatted for ages and it was nice to have that common ground so far from home.She used to be a bartender in a bar in the neighborhood and we talked about that for a while and how we loved Bull McCabes on St. Marks place. Lovely chat. I live for randomness like this.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
It's been quite a while since I last wrote a proper entry. I was actually busy doing things last week. Strange, isn't it? First. I joined this website called couchsurfing.com. Check it out, its pretty cool. Basically, its a website that you set up a profile and you either request to stay on someones couch or they request to stay on yours. You don't have to say yes if someone asks you, you have the option to say no and its totally up to you. Hopefully if/when I travel to mainland Europe, I'll be requesting to stay with people. So I got this request from a chick from California. I read her profile and she seemed super cool plus she was a nurse and I totally wanted to pick her brain about that. So I agreed to let her surf my couch. Turns out she was one of the coolest people I've ever met. She was so sweet and fun and best of all she was nice enough to take me on her roadtrips along the west coast of Ireland. We drove down the roads along the west coast of Ireland through the Burren and onto the Dingle Peninsula. Some of the most beautiful sites I've seen in my life. It was so awesome. Mini water falls along the road, they too were awesome.
After my road trip along the west coast, we stopped in Limerick for the evening to meet with my friend Dave I'd met in Dublin. That was pretty cool because if you know me, then you know my favorite book is "Angela's Ashes" and my favorite writer is Frank McCourt. He's from Limerick. We went into the bar that the movie was filmed. I'm not a big fan of the movie and just for the record the book's always better. My camera battery died so I couldn't get a picture but on the door to the bathroom, for the men's room it says Frank and the ladies room says Angela. I thought that was pretty cool. So "stab city" wasn't so bad. Even if it is the murder capital of Ireland and I think Europe. Lol. So says Dave anyway.
After that we went back to Galway and did fuck all. My lovely couch surfer who we'll call Ms. X invited me to go to the Cliffs of Moher with her and I said yes of course. We were going to spend the night in Limerick with Dave and then go to the Cliffs the next day. We had so much in Limerick. Photographic evidence below. We got so drunk. Clearly I'm not as hardcore with the drinking as I used to be.
We certainly did have fun. So much fun we were all so hung over the next day. We made it to the Cliffs though. That was gorgeous! Its the most impressive touristy thing I've done so far.
I also went on a job interview last Thursday. It went well but who knows. I may be going home sooner or later becasue my aunt emailed me a proposition I may take her up on. But of course she wants me to come home ASAP for it. Not sure where I'll be for the entire summer now. Everything's up in the air. Maybe here in Galway, Maybe NYC and maybe Florida. Jesus I really am a fucking hobo. Shut up Sam! Where Oh where will hobo Jody end up next?
After my road trip along the west coast, we stopped in Limerick for the evening to meet with my friend Dave I'd met in Dublin. That was pretty cool because if you know me, then you know my favorite book is "Angela's Ashes" and my favorite writer is Frank McCourt. He's from Limerick. We went into the bar that the movie was filmed. I'm not a big fan of the movie and just for the record the book's always better. My camera battery died so I couldn't get a picture but on the door to the bathroom, for the men's room it says Frank and the ladies room says Angela. I thought that was pretty cool. So "stab city" wasn't so bad. Even if it is the murder capital of Ireland and I think Europe. Lol. So says Dave anyway.
After that we went back to Galway and did fuck all. My lovely couch surfer who we'll call Ms. X invited me to go to the Cliffs of Moher with her and I said yes of course. We were going to spend the night in Limerick with Dave and then go to the Cliffs the next day. We had so much in Limerick. Photographic evidence below. We got so drunk. Clearly I'm not as hardcore with the drinking as I used to be.
We certainly did have fun. So much fun we were all so hung over the next day. We made it to the Cliffs though. That was gorgeous! Its the most impressive touristy thing I've done so far.
I also went on a job interview last Thursday. It went well but who knows. I may be going home sooner or later becasue my aunt emailed me a proposition I may take her up on. But of course she wants me to come home ASAP for it. Not sure where I'll be for the entire summer now. Everything's up in the air. Maybe here in Galway, Maybe NYC and maybe Florida. Jesus I really am a fucking hobo. Shut up Sam! Where Oh where will hobo Jody end up next?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Road Trips and Limerick
I've been busy so I haven't blogged in a bit. I'll go into detail later but I went on a road trip with my new BFF Ms. X. She's so kick ass and we had a great time. I'm in Limerick right now, we spent the night here and went drinking with my other new friend Dave. Got drunk. Very drunk. The Powers got the best of me. Any who. I had a job interview on Thursday and got so lost trying to find it. It didn't matter though. Hopefully I'll get it. Bah. Here's a pic from my travels. More to come!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Panic in the streets of Galway!
Sorry Morrissey but London's not the only place there's panic on the streets. I seriously need to find a job ASAP. The state of my bank account is quite worrying. I will be home sooner than I plan to if I don't. One of my house mates is trying to help me, she's so sweet. She suggested I give English lessons or tutor English students. Seems there are quite a few here for the summer. I should know because one of my other housemates is here from Spain to do just that. I made some flyers and I'm going to putt them up around town. Send me positive vibes people!
In other news, my friend who I worked with in Dublin came to visit me on
Friday. It was lovely. She's steadfastly becoming one of my favorite people. We drank wine and ate pizza by the Spanish Arches. It was getting a bit cold so we didn't stay out for long. We chatted all night and it was just really nice having a friend come visit. I mean I've made friends here but I don't see them very often even though I live pretty close to them. Partly my fault though. I tend to be a bit of a shut in at times.
In more other news, I gave my name and info to the Galway SPCA to sign up as a volunteer. I happened to go in there the other day and heard the lady talking to someone else about a new volunteer and how nice she was. I then decided to ask if they still needed volunteers because no one ever called me. She said that they do but there's a waiting list for volunteering because there's so many people that volunteer. Because so many people don't have a job and that, they take to volunteering she said. Something to do. Seriously........seriously???!!! I can't even get a non-paying job?!
Oh well, positive vibes and energy man. Positive vibrations!
In other news, my friend who I worked with in Dublin came to visit me on
Friday. It was lovely. She's steadfastly becoming one of my favorite people. We drank wine and ate pizza by the Spanish Arches. It was getting a bit cold so we didn't stay out for long. We chatted all night and it was just really nice having a friend come visit. I mean I've made friends here but I don't see them very often even though I live pretty close to them. Partly my fault though. I tend to be a bit of a shut in at times.
In more other news, I gave my name and info to the Galway SPCA to sign up as a volunteer. I happened to go in there the other day and heard the lady talking to someone else about a new volunteer and how nice she was. I then decided to ask if they still needed volunteers because no one ever called me. She said that they do but there's a waiting list for volunteering because there's so many people that volunteer. Because so many people don't have a job and that, they take to volunteering she said. Something to do. Seriously........seriously???!!! I can't even get a non-paying job?!
Oh well, positive vibes and energy man. Positive vibrations!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Weekend Randomness
Here's a couple photos I completely forgot I took when Martha and I went out bar hopping.
Here's two guys from Cork. We stole their pizza and I stole their hat.
Me (in aforementioned stolen hat) and Martha sitting in front of Apache Pizza. This photo tells me I'm not as sober as I thought I was. Clearly.
What the hell am I doing with my tongue? Again, clearly not sober.
Boys are easy, all it took was some coaxing with free pizza. Ha! No really. These guys tried to steal our pizza that we stole fair and square. In exchange for a bite of our pizza, we got hugs. Gotta love Galway.
He just had nice boobs. And he let me touch 'em.
Here's two guys from Cork. We stole their pizza and I stole their hat.
Me (in aforementioned stolen hat) and Martha sitting in front of Apache Pizza. This photo tells me I'm not as sober as I thought I was. Clearly.
What the hell am I doing with my tongue? Again, clearly not sober.
Boys are easy, all it took was some coaxing with free pizza. Ha! No really. These guys tried to steal our pizza that we stole fair and square. In exchange for a bite of our pizza, we got hugs. Gotta love Galway.
He just had nice boobs. And he let me touch 'em.
Week 1 Complete
So my first week in Galway. Complete. I have to admit that I'm hella nervous about finding a job here. Perhaps I should have stayed in Dublin a couple weeks more. Bah. No regrets I say. Life's too short for those. My first week was nice but I must admit I could have tried harder with handing out CVs. Its discouraging when people won't even take them because they have piles of 'em already. Must. Keep. Trying.
There's this thing called the Volvo Ocean Race going on and its in Galway for a couple weeks. Free concerts and what not. So naturally I haven't gone to any of the festivities. I've been down to the docks once or twice. Ehhh. What's wrong with me? I'm in fucking Galway! I'm just not keen on going out much and spending money till I find a job. Bah humbug!
Don't get me wrong, I have been going out and stuff. Monday night I had a date. Another one ...... *rolls eyes*. He drove me to Salthill cuz I said I'd never been there before. I was surprised at how close it was to the city. Long walk. Short drive kinda deal. We walked on the beach. It was great weather. Nice summer nights breeze. The moonlight dancing on the waters surface. It. Was. So. Gorgeous. Would probably have skinny dipped if the water was warmer. =) I pulled up my jeans and we walked as far as we could into the water without it getting my jeans at my knees wet. And the stars! Let's not forget them. I could see so many stars. Not a big deal to many but when you live in New York City, it is. This is why I moved to Galway. It was nothing short of magical. Nothing. I think the beach in Salthill is going to be my new obsession. I only wish I took my camera but I left it in my bag in the car. =(
In other news, on my walk into town yesterday I got the idea for a photo project. A POV piece. The first one will be called "My Walk Into Town". I got the idea from wanting to remember what it was like living in Galway. I think I'm going to shoot it later today or tomorrow. Check back for it soon.
Cheers!
There's this thing called the Volvo Ocean Race going on and its in Galway for a couple weeks. Free concerts and what not. So naturally I haven't gone to any of the festivities. I've been down to the docks once or twice. Ehhh. What's wrong with me? I'm in fucking Galway! I'm just not keen on going out much and spending money till I find a job. Bah humbug!
Don't get me wrong, I have been going out and stuff. Monday night I had a date. Another one ...... *rolls eyes*. He drove me to Salthill cuz I said I'd never been there before. I was surprised at how close it was to the city. Long walk. Short drive kinda deal. We walked on the beach. It was great weather. Nice summer nights breeze. The moonlight dancing on the waters surface. It. Was. So. Gorgeous. Would probably have skinny dipped if the water was warmer. =) I pulled up my jeans and we walked as far as we could into the water without it getting my jeans at my knees wet. And the stars! Let's not forget them. I could see so many stars. Not a big deal to many but when you live in New York City, it is. This is why I moved to Galway. It was nothing short of magical. Nothing. I think the beach in Salthill is going to be my new obsession. I only wish I took my camera but I left it in my bag in the car. =(
In other news, on my walk into town yesterday I got the idea for a photo project. A POV piece. The first one will be called "My Walk Into Town". I got the idea from wanting to remember what it was like living in Galway. I think I'm going to shoot it later today or tomorrow. Check back for it soon.
Cheers!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
So...... I didn't get the flat by the Spanish Arches over looking the bay. I didn't even get to view it because the chick waited ages to call me back and I needed to move asap to avoid staying in a hostel. I found a place outside city center, a 15 minute walk. It's not that far. I live right next door to some Canadian chicks I met when I was here last. Coincidentally that is. So. I found a flat next door to friends and now all I basically need is to find a job since I'm covered for the entire month with rent. Must find job. Must find job. Baby jesus, if you're listening.......
I need to be pro-active and not be a lazy ass like I've been doing for the last 2 days. On Monday I was just really bummed out about missing "my special friend". We spent the entire weekend together and it was sooooo awesome. He makes me happy. But he lives in Dublin. And I live in Galway. Figures! I meet someone awesome right before I leave Dublin. Anywho. Watching P.S. I Love You was probably not a good idea when in a state of missing someone. At least I think that's what my internet connection was trying to tell me cuz I couldn't load the movie past 26 minutes. Better off that way I guess. So. I dragged myself out of bed and went into town. I walked around for a bit and handed out a mere three CVs. I remembered that I needed toothpaste the moment that every store seemed to be closing. Dunnes was open though. Everything here closes soooo fucking early. Not a big deal. I'll put up with that for the awesomeness of everything else. So I walked back home and went over to my neighbors to watch a movie but I was so tired I left after an hour or so.
Bah. Last night I went out though. Met some Kiwis (people from New Zealand) that are friends with the Canadians. They were cool guys but they lived so far from city center it took us forever to walk there. We took a cab into the city and went to a bar. Good times!
I'm feeling pretty lucky these days cuz I've been having a great time. I'm totally blessed =).
Here are a couple pics from my trip to Northern Ireland and the Giants Causeway from last week. Enjoy!
I need to be pro-active and not be a lazy ass like I've been doing for the last 2 days. On Monday I was just really bummed out about missing "my special friend". We spent the entire weekend together and it was sooooo awesome. He makes me happy. But he lives in Dublin. And I live in Galway. Figures! I meet someone awesome right before I leave Dublin. Anywho. Watching P.S. I Love You was probably not a good idea when in a state of missing someone. At least I think that's what my internet connection was trying to tell me cuz I couldn't load the movie past 26 minutes. Better off that way I guess. So. I dragged myself out of bed and went into town. I walked around for a bit and handed out a mere three CVs. I remembered that I needed toothpaste the moment that every store seemed to be closing. Dunnes was open though. Everything here closes soooo fucking early. Not a big deal. I'll put up with that for the awesomeness of everything else. So I walked back home and went over to my neighbors to watch a movie but I was so tired I left after an hour or so.
Bah. Last night I went out though. Met some Kiwis (people from New Zealand) that are friends with the Canadians. They were cool guys but they lived so far from city center it took us forever to walk there. We took a cab into the city and went to a bar. Good times!
I'm feeling pretty lucky these days cuz I've been having a great time. I'm totally blessed =).
Here are a couple pics from my trip to Northern Ireland and the Giants Causeway from last week. Enjoy!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I'm in Galway!
I left Dublin on Friday evening and haven't looked back. I'm so happy to be in Galway, you have no idea! I was lucky enough that my friend John said he'd drive me. We're spending the weekend together here and its all a girl could ever ask for. The drive down here was ace. We listened to The Kings Of Leon's first album and as we're driving down the Quays along the Liffey River, this song came on, and it couldn't have held more meaning to me than then. Listen to the lyrics.
I'm enjoying my weekend and tomorrow going to look at a flat by the Spanish Arches over looking the bay. God, I walked by it and its gorgeous! Keep your fingers crossed that I get it please!
I'm enjoying my weekend and tomorrow going to look at a flat by the Spanish Arches over looking the bay. God, I walked by it and its gorgeous! Keep your fingers crossed that I get it please!
Friday, May 22, 2009
I Can't Believe Half The Time on My Visa Up
I'm heading to Galway in a half hour! I'm packed and just waiting for my friend to pick me up. I went on one of my hostel's day tours yesterday. We went to the Giants Causeway, Belfast and Derry. Photographic evidence to follow shortly. It was pretty cool getting to do it for free. God knows it's the least the cheap ass boss could do. Part of why I've hated Dublin is because I've had to work for possibly the worst human being ever. My last day and I had an hour to go and he rings and wanted to talk to one of the other girls about the hostel being over booked for the weekend. I answer the phone and he asks me why the hostel is overbooked for this weekend? I say, I don't know, because I don't. Not to mention I'm not the only fucking person working there so its not my fault, its everyone's! He says and I fucking quote,"You don't know because you're too fucking stupid and didn't check the bedsheets. Now put Veronica on the phone." End quote. I just let it go because, seriously, its my last day, I don't give a fuck. But that's just an example of what this guy is like ALLLLL the time. Good fucking riddance! I'll really miss the girls I've worked with but I certainly won't fucking miss working here. I practically skipped and sang to myself walking down Gardiner Street when my shift was over. I'm so fucking happy to be moving to Galway amongst really good people and friends.
Galway, Galway, Galway! =)
Galway, Galway, Galway! =)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Should I Change the Name of The Blog?
Last couple of days in Dublin! I'm off to Galway on Friday straight after my last shift at work! I totally lucked out and am having one of my friends drive me down there and we're spending the weekend together. It's gunna be awesome! I can't wait and am totally stoked! I can't even end a sentence without an exclamation mark!
I'm gunna miss all the girls I work with because they're so awesome. I definitely have to go to Australia now. I think my family will freak if I tell them I wanna leave and move to another country again. Even more so if I tell them Australia cuz its sooooooo fuuckking far. They're already telling me that I should come home if I'm not having a good time. But nah. This has definitely been an experience. I can't believe my visa is almost half way up. I have a stamp in my passport till mid August I believe but the time just seems to be flying. Before I know it I'll be in Galway and then before I know it, I'll be leaving Ireland for my next destination (probably London).
Today since I have to work at 3, I think I'll run some errands and go back to the doctor. Yes, I am mostly better but I still have a cough that's out of this world. I will possibly go to Penneys (cheap clothing store) because I'm addicted to that place. Here I was, thinking I'd not be able to find clothes when I got here. i found a really cute black skirt for 3 euro there.
Here's the question though. Do I change the name of my blog? Do I start a new blog? Put that in your pipe and smoke it. He he he he, smoke. LOL. God, I'm retarded.
I'm gunna miss all the girls I work with because they're so awesome. I definitely have to go to Australia now. I think my family will freak if I tell them I wanna leave and move to another country again. Even more so if I tell them Australia cuz its sooooooo fuuckking far. They're already telling me that I should come home if I'm not having a good time. But nah. This has definitely been an experience. I can't believe my visa is almost half way up. I have a stamp in my passport till mid August I believe but the time just seems to be flying. Before I know it I'll be in Galway and then before I know it, I'll be leaving Ireland for my next destination (probably London).
Today since I have to work at 3, I think I'll run some errands and go back to the doctor. Yes, I am mostly better but I still have a cough that's out of this world. I will possibly go to Penneys (cheap clothing store) because I'm addicted to that place. Here I was, thinking I'd not be able to find clothes when I got here. i found a really cute black skirt for 3 euro there.
Here's the question though. Do I change the name of my blog? Do I start a new blog? Put that in your pipe and smoke it. He he he he, smoke. LOL. God, I'm retarded.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I wanna dance to The Smiths!
Is it just me? Or is it that ever since I've decided to move to Galway that I've finally been okay with living in Dublin. I guess I've figured stuff out and found ways around the things I don't like. Or maybe its the fact that I've become less stressed out knowing I'm leaving soon. Who knows. It also helps that I'm working all the time and don't really have much time to do anything else. That could be it. Perhaps. On the other hand, I'm not too fond about the upcoming job search that lies ahead of me when I move. One of the new girls I trained today said she was in Galway and no one was hiring. That may be so but, I'd like to try. Blah! I'm just so tired lately. All I do is nap in my spare time. Plus the weathers shit right now. I'm sooooo boring! Maybe I'll push myself to go out tonight. But I haven't got a stitch to wear! =) I feel like dancing to The Smiths! I wish there was a club that played The Smiths and new wave and Daft Punk and indie stuff like back in New York. Maybe there is and I just have to find it.
My Australian co-worker got me into this band called The Potbelleez. They're ace! As the Beastie Boys would say, "Chh-chheck it Out!"
My Australian co-worker got me into this band called The Potbelleez. They're ace! As the Beastie Boys would say, "Chh-chheck it Out!"
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Ok, I've been lazy. Sue me! I haven't been keeping up with my writing and I haven't even started any of the short story ideas I have in my head. The worst part about all this is that I've not been doing a thing worthy of procrastination like going out and stuff. Sheesh. I've been doing nothing but recovering from my sickness and working. I really shouldn't complain about the working part as I still don't have a job for when I move to Galway. I'll need all the money I can to keep me going till I find one. Dear God I hope I find one. I just really can't see myself staying in Dublin. I really can't. Job or no job. This is not what I signed up for when I decided to come to Ireland. I didn't expect to see heroin addicts cooking up right around the corner from my hostel. It's been grand but yeah. Could do well without. Thanks a million.
In other news, I went to a stupid club in Temple bar on Saturday night. Not by choice. I was kinda dragged there. Long story short. It sucked ass. Like, so much ass. Thank god I didn't pay for it or I'd have been hella pissed. I felt like I was on the set of A Night at The Roxbury. Fucking hell! The shivers that went down my spine....I can't convey in words the horror. But surely I'll try.
Firstly, the music. The horrible horrible music. Give me Trash on a Friday night in NYC or give me death, I chanted under my breath.
Secondly, the drink(s). My grammy would pour a stronger fucking vodka cranberry. You betchya!
Thirdly, if anyone wants to meet skeevie guys that'll put a roofie in your drink I know just the place. To be fair, the girls weren't prizes either. If I were a guy I'd roofie myself if I had to sleep with any of those chicks.
Ok. Rant over. In the meantime, I hope to be more productive blog wise and to start a short story or two. And finish them as well. The starting I have no problem with, its the finishing.
I leave you with a song that's been stuck in my head for the past few days. Unfortunately, the only version I can find on youtube is the one from PS I Love You. You get the idea though.
In other news, I went to a stupid club in Temple bar on Saturday night. Not by choice. I was kinda dragged there. Long story short. It sucked ass. Like, so much ass. Thank god I didn't pay for it or I'd have been hella pissed. I felt like I was on the set of A Night at The Roxbury. Fucking hell! The shivers that went down my spine....I can't convey in words the horror. But surely I'll try.
Firstly, the music. The horrible horrible music. Give me Trash on a Friday night in NYC or give me death, I chanted under my breath.
Secondly, the drink(s). My grammy would pour a stronger fucking vodka cranberry. You betchya!
Thirdly, if anyone wants to meet skeevie guys that'll put a roofie in your drink I know just the place. To be fair, the girls weren't prizes either. If I were a guy I'd roofie myself if I had to sleep with any of those chicks.
Ok. Rant over. In the meantime, I hope to be more productive blog wise and to start a short story or two. And finish them as well. The starting I have no problem with, its the finishing.
I leave you with a song that's been stuck in my head for the past few days. Unfortunately, the only version I can find on youtube is the one from PS I Love You. You get the idea though.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Shut Up And Let Me Go!
I suppose my last post was a bit melancholy and such. I felt really horrible but. Good news though, the drugs are kicking in and I'm feeling much better. I still have a titanic cough at times but it sure beats how I felt a couple days ago.
I also came to the conclusion that I'm not very fond of Dublin. Well to be honest, been feeling like that for awhile but after finally going to Galway, I know its just that Dublin kinda..... well.... sucks. I really feel like I'd have a better time in Galway or something. So, in true Jody fashion, I have not set anything in stone, I just know I need to leave Dublin. Galway would be my number one choice but it seems I may have stumbled across a nanny position in Navan. It's an hour outside of Dublin. It seems like a nice place to live. Quiet. I need quiet. I could murder some quiet. So to speak. So, I'm leaving my options open and will figure it out soon.
So, its Friday afternoon and I'm supposed to go out with an acquaintance and he's going to introduce me to his friends. That should be fun. I love meeting new peeps man!
Well I'm feeling lazy, plus its a sunny day out for once in Dublin. I'm going to take advantage and go for a walk down to the Green. Noooo danger. Ha!
I also came to the conclusion that I'm not very fond of Dublin. Well to be honest, been feeling like that for awhile but after finally going to Galway, I know its just that Dublin kinda..... well.... sucks. I really feel like I'd have a better time in Galway or something. So, in true Jody fashion, I have not set anything in stone, I just know I need to leave Dublin. Galway would be my number one choice but it seems I may have stumbled across a nanny position in Navan. It's an hour outside of Dublin. It seems like a nice place to live. Quiet. I need quiet. I could murder some quiet. So to speak. So, I'm leaving my options open and will figure it out soon.
So, its Friday afternoon and I'm supposed to go out with an acquaintance and he's going to introduce me to his friends. That should be fun. I love meeting new peeps man!
Well I'm feeling lazy, plus its a sunny day out for once in Dublin. I'm going to take advantage and go for a walk down to the Green. Noooo danger. Ha!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Should I Stay or Should I Go Part Deux
These past few days have been especially trying on my soul. Being insanely sick and having another bunch of unforeseen things happen to me kinda sucked ass to be quite honest. It really had me wondering if I should stay in Ireland or cut my losses and go home. This was supposed to be about adventure and new experiences but I'm not quite sure what its turned into. I've not been fond of living in Dublin for the last few weeks. Just the state of the city and seeing junkies (heroin and alcohol) all over the place is kinda depressing. That and I haven't met any real friends here in Dublin. Just nice acquaintances.
I went to Galway for a day and a half on Friday afternoon and had a great time meeting so many nice people. I really want to move there. The next couple of weeks I'll determine if I'm going home or staying here in Ireland. It really depends on if I get better or not. I can't foresee staying here if I'm still sick. Been sick for a couple weeks already and its trying on my spirit. Here's to hoping I get better.
I went to Galway for a day and a half on Friday afternoon and had a great time meeting so many nice people. I really want to move there. The next couple of weeks I'll determine if I'm going home or staying here in Ireland. It really depends on if I get better or not. I can't foresee staying here if I'm still sick. Been sick for a couple weeks already and its trying on my spirit. Here's to hoping I get better.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The Consumption
Damn you Frank McCourt! I'm sick! I'm sick and miserable and for some reason I blame you! I dunno why but it just makes sense for me to blame you.
I've had it with the state of doctors in this country. I've not been to such an inept bastard of a doctor in my life! Long story short, this idiot of a doctor couldn't tell I had a chest infection even after listening to my lungs. This worries me that he's allowed to practice medicine. Makes me think I should go to a back alley medical school and set up practice here. Lord knows I'd be a better doctor than him. OK! Rant over!
I'm feeling very sick and cranky and I honestly just want to go home. I want to lie in my bed and kick my cat off and sprawl out under a real blanket. I should quit this post while I'm ahead or it'll just be me bitching about my sickness and missing my real bed. Bah humbug!
I've had it with the state of doctors in this country. I've not been to such an inept bastard of a doctor in my life! Long story short, this idiot of a doctor couldn't tell I had a chest infection even after listening to my lungs. This worries me that he's allowed to practice medicine. Makes me think I should go to a back alley medical school and set up practice here. Lord knows I'd be a better doctor than him. OK! Rant over!
I'm feeling very sick and cranky and I honestly just want to go home. I want to lie in my bed and kick my cat off and sprawl out under a real blanket. I should quit this post while I'm ahead or it'll just be me bitching about my sickness and missing my real bed. Bah humbug!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
So I wasn't lame and I went out. So glad I did. Even though I didn't get back to the hostel (home) till 6:30 this morning and had to work at 7. I had enough time to shower so I didn't look too hung over. And make a cuppa tea.
The night started off kinda slow but I won't self incriminate myself =). Plus I'm knackered and wanna go to sleep. Let's just say I had a really good night. I do want to mention that at one bar I went to there was this drunk guy at the bar when I ordered a drink for me and my friend. The bar man put my first drink down and continued to make the second. I turned my head for a second and from the corner of my eye I could swear I saw that stupid drunk guy pick up my friend's drink and take a sip. I turn around and was in disbelief at what I'm pretty sure I saw. Then he tried to pay for my drinks. Only problem was my drinks were 18 euro and he tried to give the barman a 5 euro bill to pay for my drinks. I said no and paid and just got away from that dude as quickly as possible. What a fuckin' wanker.
I took a cab home at 6 in the morning. The cab driver was this nice little old Irish man. He asked me to come live with him. He assured me he was no a pervert and that it would just be nice to have a pretty girl living with him. I laughed and he said he was serious. He really wanted me to come live with him. He Also refused to let me pay for the cab ride.
Dublin is finally starting to get interesting in a good way =).
The night started off kinda slow but I won't self incriminate myself =). Plus I'm knackered and wanna go to sleep. Let's just say I had a really good night. I do want to mention that at one bar I went to there was this drunk guy at the bar when I ordered a drink for me and my friend. The bar man put my first drink down and continued to make the second. I turned my head for a second and from the corner of my eye I could swear I saw that stupid drunk guy pick up my friend's drink and take a sip. I turn around and was in disbelief at what I'm pretty sure I saw. Then he tried to pay for my drinks. Only problem was my drinks were 18 euro and he tried to give the barman a 5 euro bill to pay for my drinks. I said no and paid and just got away from that dude as quickly as possible. What a fuckin' wanker.
I took a cab home at 6 in the morning. The cab driver was this nice little old Irish man. He asked me to come live with him. He assured me he was no a pervert and that it would just be nice to have a pretty girl living with him. I laughed and he said he was serious. He really wanted me to come live with him. He Also refused to let me pay for the cab ride.
Dublin is finally starting to get interesting in a good way =).
Friday, April 24, 2009
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
Should I go out tonight? I'm hella tired and still a bit sick with a cough but, the lads and the girls from the hostel are all going out tonight. It's Friday night. I think I might stay home and be LAME! Insert sad face here.
On a brighter note, my date with the french guy went pretty well. He gave me a refresher course in french and I taught him some Jamaican phrases. We went to this really cool bar called THE CHURCH cuz it used to be......a church. It was nice. He was really sweet and a complete gentleman. Translation: he paid and was polite. After drinks we had Indian food at his flat, which was close by and I tried non-alcoholic pineapple beer. I dunno. Tasted like pineapple soda left out in the sun on a hot NYC day. Not great. Plus, it was non-alcoholic. Fuck. that. shit! I'll tell you what wasn't non-alcoholic though. The homemade liquor a friend of his gave him which was made from passion fruit. Apparently its from some island off the coast of/ near to, Madagascar. It was super strong, but super good tasting. No, I did not get drunk. No we did not do ...... things. Come to think of it, I haven't been drunk not once since I've been here. Weird. I don't wanna get too drunk here cuz I feel like I always have to be on guard. Maybe now that I have a large enough group of friends, I won't have to.
On a brighter note, my date with the french guy went pretty well. He gave me a refresher course in french and I taught him some Jamaican phrases. We went to this really cool bar called THE CHURCH cuz it used to be......a church. It was nice. He was really sweet and a complete gentleman. Translation: he paid and was polite. After drinks we had Indian food at his flat, which was close by and I tried non-alcoholic pineapple beer. I dunno. Tasted like pineapple soda left out in the sun on a hot NYC day. Not great. Plus, it was non-alcoholic. Fuck. that. shit! I'll tell you what wasn't non-alcoholic though. The homemade liquor a friend of his gave him which was made from passion fruit. Apparently its from some island off the coast of/ near to, Madagascar. It was super strong, but super good tasting. No, I did not get drunk. No we did not do ...... things. Come to think of it, I haven't been drunk not once since I've been here. Weird. I don't wanna get too drunk here cuz I feel like I always have to be on guard. Maybe now that I have a large enough group of friends, I won't have to.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Irish slang
I have the day off!!! Which is lovely. I also have a date with a french dude I met last Friday night. Fun, fun! I also get to meet my American pen pal that's doing the same program I am doing here in Ireland. We've been emailing for a while now and she just called me to tell me she got to Dublin this morning. All in all, not a bad day. The job has gotten better. I made friends with the other girls that work at the hostel and two adorable boys that live there. They're the most adorable couple, its too cute. One's Irish and the other is from Manchester (England, for those not geographically inclined). I love his accent. Took me a while to get it but now that I do (kinda), he cracks me up.
Any who. I can't really complain about things. I have a job, which is a big deal in this recession. And a place to live. Its taking some getting used to living where you work but at least there's no commute =).
So, Irish slang, yeah? Lol. I still crack up every time I here the phrase, "your man" used. I dunno why but it tickles me and I giggle every time I hear it. "Your man" is basically the Irish version of saying "that guy" or "this guy". Example. "I was on the bus and your man started screaming on his phone." Insert "this guy" for "your man". It took me forever to figure this out.
My absolute favorite word thus far has got to be mingin'. Use it every chance I get. It means, displeasing to the eye. I think its supposed to be used in the context when talking about chicks. Like she's pretty fugly. Or she's mingin'. But I've heard it used in other ways as well. One of my new friends used it to describe an apartment he'd seen. He won double points with me for using your man in this sentence as well. He said, "We walked in and it was so small. I couldn't tell your man that it was mingin' but that's what I was thinking."
I'm pretty much working till next weekend, which is good money wise. I'm hoping to go to Galway or Cork then. Keep you updated, yeah =).
Any who. I can't really complain about things. I have a job, which is a big deal in this recession. And a place to live. Its taking some getting used to living where you work but at least there's no commute =).
So, Irish slang, yeah? Lol. I still crack up every time I here the phrase, "your man" used. I dunno why but it tickles me and I giggle every time I hear it. "Your man" is basically the Irish version of saying "that guy" or "this guy". Example. "I was on the bus and your man started screaming on his phone." Insert "this guy" for "your man". It took me forever to figure this out.
My absolute favorite word thus far has got to be mingin'. Use it every chance I get. It means, displeasing to the eye. I think its supposed to be used in the context when talking about chicks. Like she's pretty fugly. Or she's mingin'. But I've heard it used in other ways as well. One of my new friends used it to describe an apartment he'd seen. He won double points with me for using your man in this sentence as well. He said, "We walked in and it was so small. I couldn't tell your man that it was mingin' but that's what I was thinking."
I'm pretty much working till next weekend, which is good money wise. I'm hoping to go to Galway or Cork then. Keep you updated, yeah =).
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tired!
I've been working all week. Which is good! But I'm so tired. Tomorrow's Sunday and its my first day off all week. I don't know what to do with myself. I really want to go to Galway. Really wanna go, but I think I might stay in Dublin and take care of a couple of things like laundry and ...... stuff. I'm too tired to think. This is one lame ass entry. Sorry dudes and dudettes but I'm fucking knackered.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Everything's different in my world.
Ok. I've been to the pharmacy twice thus far and I find it both helpful and annoying that most things are kept behind the counter and I actually have to talk to the pharmacist to get what I want. You have to explain to them what you need and they suggest this this and that. the worst part is that I'm not at all familiar with any of their products. That can be helpful but also can be rather frustrating and kind of embarrassing at the same time. There are just some things that you walk into Duane Reade for in sweat pants, hood up and glasses on. While hoping not to run into anyone you know. Reminds me of the time me and Sharon went into Duane Reade looking for "feminine products" and one of the guys working there saw we were looking for something we couldn't find and asked if he could help. We looked at each other and said, ".....ahhhhhhh, no we're good." He immediately said aisle 6. We ran off giggling like fucking school girls. I mean, come one. No girl wants to ask any male employee what aisle you know what is in. Imagine having that conversation with a woman over the counter and then you can't even get it yourself. Frustrating indeed.
Friday, April 10, 2009
'Splain.........
My last post was kinda jammed packed with no direction or time line. I just kinda spazzed out words onto the screen with no explanation as to what happened before. This post will change that hopefully.
Last week I met a girl named Carrie from the Canadian girl in my program. Carrie had met Canadian girl randomly at Quiznos on O'Connell Street. She was from Michigan and I met her when we all went out for drinks. I brought the Kings of Leon guy I'd met the weekend before with me because we'd been spending so much time together anyway. We both really liked Carrie cuz she was such a sweet heart and you could tell straight away she was a super genuinely nice person. Lord knows I need to know more people like that. She unfortunately left early with Canadian girl because she didn't know how to get back to her hostel. KOL dude and I were pretty disappointed that Carrie had left early because we wanted to hang out with her more. I gave her my email and phone number anyway. We emailed each other the next day and planned to meet for dinner. She had mentioned the hostel she was staying at wasn't to her liking and when she told me where it was, I knew why. Cuz it was a crack hostel. Like seriously. People were free basing in the room. That's another story though. KOL dude and I were in McDonalds using the puter when Carrie aimed me and told us which hostel she was in. We decided to meet her earlier so she didn't have to stay there alone for too long. When we got there. I was like..... no way are you staying here. We grabbed her things and bolted. Never mind the fact that she didn't get a refund. It was better than being stabbed by a heroin addict. We took her to the hostel I was staying at. We had a lovely night drinking together and taking ridiculous pics hanging outside the window of my hostel room.
After that we all went to Howth on Saturday. It's right outside city center and its lovely there. It was super nice to get out of Dublin City Center. I felt like I was coming down with something though. Woke up with a sore throat and it kept getting worse. Never the less, I decided to buck up and go to Glendalough with Carrie on Sunday. I'm so glad that I did. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. See video evidence below.
That was all good and dandy, but when i woke up on Monday, my body just gave up. My throat closed up and I couldn't really talk or swallow my own saliva without being in excruciating pain. So I had my first visit to a doctor in Ireland. I liked the not waiting part. I was in and out in half an hour. I didn't like the fact that i spent 100 Euro for the visit and meds. Least I feel better cuz I needed to in order to do my trial shifts at the hostel.
Last week I met a girl named Carrie from the Canadian girl in my program. Carrie had met Canadian girl randomly at Quiznos on O'Connell Street. She was from Michigan and I met her when we all went out for drinks. I brought the Kings of Leon guy I'd met the weekend before with me because we'd been spending so much time together anyway. We both really liked Carrie cuz she was such a sweet heart and you could tell straight away she was a super genuinely nice person. Lord knows I need to know more people like that. She unfortunately left early with Canadian girl because she didn't know how to get back to her hostel. KOL dude and I were pretty disappointed that Carrie had left early because we wanted to hang out with her more. I gave her my email and phone number anyway. We emailed each other the next day and planned to meet for dinner. She had mentioned the hostel she was staying at wasn't to her liking and when she told me where it was, I knew why. Cuz it was a crack hostel. Like seriously. People were free basing in the room. That's another story though. KOL dude and I were in McDonalds using the puter when Carrie aimed me and told us which hostel she was in. We decided to meet her earlier so she didn't have to stay there alone for too long. When we got there. I was like..... no way are you staying here. We grabbed her things and bolted. Never mind the fact that she didn't get a refund. It was better than being stabbed by a heroin addict. We took her to the hostel I was staying at. We had a lovely night drinking together and taking ridiculous pics hanging outside the window of my hostel room.
After that we all went to Howth on Saturday. It's right outside city center and its lovely there. It was super nice to get out of Dublin City Center. I felt like I was coming down with something though. Woke up with a sore throat and it kept getting worse. Never the less, I decided to buck up and go to Glendalough with Carrie on Sunday. I'm so glad that I did. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. See video evidence below.
That was all good and dandy, but when i woke up on Monday, my body just gave up. My throat closed up and I couldn't really talk or swallow my own saliva without being in excruciating pain. So I had my first visit to a doctor in Ireland. I liked the not waiting part. I was in and out in half an hour. I didn't like the fact that i spent 100 Euro for the visit and meds. Least I feel better cuz I needed to in order to do my trial shifts at the hostel.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I got a jibby job!
Well, kinda. That's why I've not been updating. Been busy with finding work and stuff. On suggestion by one of the Canadian girls in my program, I dropped off my CV at a hostel a couple blocks away and got an interview on the spot. The girls working there seemed mega nice but I was already warned about the owner/boss by the Canadian girl. More about him another time. None the less, I did very well on the interview, mostly because I didn't even know I was being interviewed at first. The girl who interviewed me asked me to come in for two trial shifts the very next day (Wednesday and Thursday). With no prospects, of course I said yes.
It couldn't have come at a better time. This week had begun horribly and wasn't getting any better till I found the job. I was feeling kinda shitty the whole weekend. I had a sore throat that only seemed to get worse. I ignored it and trooped on and went to County Wicklow. To Glendalough. Jeez, I almost forgot that I also went to Howth. So yeah. I went to Howth on Saturday and Glendalough on Sunday. I need to not let so much time pass between writing or I'll forget everything. Anywho, wasn't feeling well but went out anyway. I'm glad I did. It was beautiful. See below for pics of Howth.
See pics of Glendalough below.
So, despite having an awesome Friday night with Trevor and my new BFF Carrie. See photographic evidence of the awesomeness below. We were literally hanging out the window of my hostel yelling at drunk people passing by. We were drunk too so I don't dare remember what we screamed to the drunken boys passing by.
I had a good weekend but Monday morning everything just came crashing down. My sore throat had gotten so bad my throat had literally closed up and it was so unbelievably painful to talk and even to swallow my own saliva. I had to go to the doctor. As sick as I get, as often as I get, I knew I needed anti-biotics. I have travel insurance but of course its the type that you pay and then send in a claim to get the amount paid back to you. So I basically shelled out 55 Euros to see a doctor and then 45 Euros for prescriptions. Not fun. Was absolutely miserable. By Tuesday morning, I was feeling a little better but still very discouraged at the fact that I still didn't have a job. Monday night was the first night since I've been here when I felt like I wanted to fucking pack my shit and go home. I was this close to booking a ticket home but was weak and sick so i couldn't go to McDonalds to use the wifi. I realized that I was mostly feeling like that cuz I was sick. But........
Thank god I got out and handed out my resume.... I mean CV. I still keep using American phrases for things. I went in to the bank today for change for work. I said to the lady, "I have 200 Euros in 20 dollar bills and I need 10 dollar bills, 5 dollar bills and 2 dollar coins." She looked at me funny and said, "Dollars?" Ooops. I mean "Euros!" Dollars, Euros...whatevs man! Just give 'em to me!
It couldn't have come at a better time. This week had begun horribly and wasn't getting any better till I found the job. I was feeling kinda shitty the whole weekend. I had a sore throat that only seemed to get worse. I ignored it and trooped on and went to County Wicklow. To Glendalough. Jeez, I almost forgot that I also went to Howth. So yeah. I went to Howth on Saturday and Glendalough on Sunday. I need to not let so much time pass between writing or I'll forget everything. Anywho, wasn't feeling well but went out anyway. I'm glad I did. It was beautiful. See below for pics of Howth.
See pics of Glendalough below.
So, despite having an awesome Friday night with Trevor and my new BFF Carrie. See photographic evidence of the awesomeness below. We were literally hanging out the window of my hostel yelling at drunk people passing by. We were drunk too so I don't dare remember what we screamed to the drunken boys passing by.
I had a good weekend but Monday morning everything just came crashing down. My sore throat had gotten so bad my throat had literally closed up and it was so unbelievably painful to talk and even to swallow my own saliva. I had to go to the doctor. As sick as I get, as often as I get, I knew I needed anti-biotics. I have travel insurance but of course its the type that you pay and then send in a claim to get the amount paid back to you. So I basically shelled out 55 Euros to see a doctor and then 45 Euros for prescriptions. Not fun. Was absolutely miserable. By Tuesday morning, I was feeling a little better but still very discouraged at the fact that I still didn't have a job. Monday night was the first night since I've been here when I felt like I wanted to fucking pack my shit and go home. I was this close to booking a ticket home but was weak and sick so i couldn't go to McDonalds to use the wifi. I realized that I was mostly feeling like that cuz I was sick. But........
Thank god I got out and handed out my resume.... I mean CV. I still keep using American phrases for things. I went in to the bank today for change for work. I said to the lady, "I have 200 Euros in 20 dollar bills and I need 10 dollar bills, 5 dollar bills and 2 dollar coins." She looked at me funny and said, "Dollars?" Ooops. I mean "Euros!" Dollars, Euros...whatevs man! Just give 'em to me!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Dear Lads and Lasses,
I've been a busy bee. I feel awful about not being able to write this whole week. Let's see. I went out to Temple bar for the first time on Monday was it? I'm finding it hard to keep track of the days. I had a lot of fun. Got proposed to by a lad from County Mayo. He for some reason, kept calling me "VenusSerena". God. He was a laugh. He seemed sweet enough but was very drunk (harmless though). He kept trying to get me to kiss him though. So. was. not. happening. He was also the whitest white that ever did white. I mean, your man would have to tan for ages just to be pastey. Oh, I'm not exaggerating. I'll put the photos up later. Apart from the marriage proposal, I met another guy who was very funny, cute and wasn't anywhere close to being as drunk as your man from Mayo. We chatted for a bit, flirted, smoked, flirted and smoked somemore. He kissed me. And I let him. I gave him my number and we'll see what happens there.
I also had an interview with a temp agency. I was hella nervous and don't know if it went well or not. I always assume the worst with those. I went pavement pounding a bit more and handed out a couple of CVs. I hope I find something soon. That would be nice. I also am going to start looking for a flat. To share. Wish me luck yeah. Apart from that. I met up with the guy I started talking to in SuperMacs about the Kings of Leon. We've been hanging out a lot for the past couple of days. The weather here in Dublin has been absolutely spectacular for the last few days and, I said it once, I'll say it again. "I bring the sunshine where ever I go!" We spent most of the day laying on the grass in St. Stephens Green. Its a park. We had lunch there and just layed there listening to my iPod. Well, him going through the songs on my iPod and playing DJ. It was fun. I also managed to do something productive. I registered for my PPS number, which is like a social security number. So when I get a job I can actually get paid. Did try to get a bank account open but wasn't able to do so becasue they wouldn't accept my proof of address. Apparently I have to wait for my PPS number to come in the mail and then go back to open it. That'll take about a week. Hmmmppfff. Whatevs! Only other thing I have to do today is laundry. =( That will be an experience.
I've been a busy bee. I feel awful about not being able to write this whole week. Let's see. I went out to Temple bar for the first time on Monday was it? I'm finding it hard to keep track of the days. I had a lot of fun. Got proposed to by a lad from County Mayo. He for some reason, kept calling me "VenusSerena". God. He was a laugh. He seemed sweet enough but was very drunk (harmless though). He kept trying to get me to kiss him though. So. was. not. happening. He was also the whitest white that ever did white. I mean, your man would have to tan for ages just to be pastey. Oh, I'm not exaggerating. I'll put the photos up later. Apart from the marriage proposal, I met another guy who was very funny, cute and wasn't anywhere close to being as drunk as your man from Mayo. We chatted for a bit, flirted, smoked, flirted and smoked somemore. He kissed me. And I let him. I gave him my number and we'll see what happens there.
I also had an interview with a temp agency. I was hella nervous and don't know if it went well or not. I always assume the worst with those. I went pavement pounding a bit more and handed out a couple of CVs. I hope I find something soon. That would be nice. I also am going to start looking for a flat. To share. Wish me luck yeah. Apart from that. I met up with the guy I started talking to in SuperMacs about the Kings of Leon. We've been hanging out a lot for the past couple of days. The weather here in Dublin has been absolutely spectacular for the last few days and, I said it once, I'll say it again. "I bring the sunshine where ever I go!" We spent most of the day laying on the grass in St. Stephens Green. Its a park. We had lunch there and just layed there listening to my iPod. Well, him going through the songs on my iPod and playing DJ. It was fun. I also managed to do something productive. I registered for my PPS number, which is like a social security number. So when I get a job I can actually get paid. Did try to get a bank account open but wasn't able to do so becasue they wouldn't accept my proof of address. Apparently I have to wait for my PPS number to come in the mail and then go back to open it. That'll take about a week. Hmmmppfff. Whatevs! Only other thing I have to do today is laundry. =( That will be an experience.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Go on, go on, go on, go on.
I can't post in depth right now but. Basically, I went out to Temple Bar for the first time really with my Canadian girl friend here for the first time last night. Beyond words. I had.....ssoooooooo much fun. I also had a guy who wouldn't leave me alone, drop down on one knee and propose. "Give us a kiss. Go on, go on, go on." And met another fellow who was bummed that he just broke up with his girlfriend. He was hot. I did give him a kiss, go on, go on, go on. The hot one, not the one that proposed. Tell you more later. For now I have to go shower and figure out my hostel situation and where I will stay for the next few days. I very well might stay put where I am. Who knows.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Don't worry....
Bout a thing. Cuz when I was a kid, I loved this song. I remember watching it on the tellly cuz they'd always play music in between programs on Jamaican television. Besides that, I love Bob and wanted so badly to be one the Wailers when I was a little kid. Enjoy!
What are we going to do now?
I seriously do not know where to start. Last I updated this thing, I was feeling a bit down cuz I didn't have anyone to hang out with and was having the negative thoughts creep into my head about not finding a job. I quickly dismissed them because I've learned there's no sense in thinking negatively. So. I stayed in the library sucking the life out of their internet connection as much as I could. Until they closed. And I was thrown back into the cold Dublin air. I had a new friend cancel plans on me for Friday night because he had too much college work or something. Another friend was working. Didn't matter, all I knew was that I was on my own for the night.
Since I'd gotten here, I was intrigued by Supermacs. It's pretty much the Irish version of McDonalds. I just wanted to know what it was like. So with no other prospects, in I went. Ordered a chicken burger or that's what I think they called it. Took my tray and made my way towards the second floor. There was a space to sit by the television and I was surprised to see there on the big LCD screen "Judge Judy". It's very popular here I'm told. Why the Irish would want to watch American white trash and ghetto people show their ignorance on television I will never understand. 'Cept maybe to point and laugh, I can't figure it out. I fiddled with my laptop for a bit to see if i could get a signal but alas, could not. One day, I'll just have them plug the interweb into my veins. =) Yeah. I'm jonesing for it. Lolz. Anywho. While I was doing that I noticed a fellow wearing a Kings of Leon T-shirt next to me. He seemed nice enough so I started talking to him about them cuz they are one of my favorite band, and just about music in general. We talked, and talked, and watched Judge Judy intermittently, and then talked some more. I even forgot to eat my chicken burger we talked so much. When I finally did it was god awful and cold. No more Supermacs for me thank you. Then he asked me if I wanted to go for a drink. Course I said yes. Course! We ended up bar hopping. I had fun. We ended up spending Saturday together as well. He's an interesting fellow. We shall see what becomes of this. After he went home on Saturday night, I went back to my hostel and passed. the. fuck. out. We'd walked around all day and went to the museum.
I, unfortunately forgot my camera. I know! I'm horrible Muriel! (Inside joke)
The good news is I got a call back from the temp agency my program recommends. I'll have to do an interview and then they call me if they have any assignments. The same as in the states. Fingers crossed like a bazillion times.
Since I'd gotten here, I was intrigued by Supermacs. It's pretty much the Irish version of McDonalds. I just wanted to know what it was like. So with no other prospects, in I went. Ordered a chicken burger or that's what I think they called it. Took my tray and made my way towards the second floor. There was a space to sit by the television and I was surprised to see there on the big LCD screen "Judge Judy". It's very popular here I'm told. Why the Irish would want to watch American white trash and ghetto people show their ignorance on television I will never understand. 'Cept maybe to point and laugh, I can't figure it out. I fiddled with my laptop for a bit to see if i could get a signal but alas, could not. One day, I'll just have them plug the interweb into my veins. =) Yeah. I'm jonesing for it. Lolz. Anywho. While I was doing that I noticed a fellow wearing a Kings of Leon T-shirt next to me. He seemed nice enough so I started talking to him about them cuz they are one of my favorite band, and just about music in general. We talked, and talked, and watched Judge Judy intermittently, and then talked some more. I even forgot to eat my chicken burger we talked so much. When I finally did it was god awful and cold. No more Supermacs for me thank you. Then he asked me if I wanted to go for a drink. Course I said yes. Course! We ended up bar hopping. I had fun. We ended up spending Saturday together as well. He's an interesting fellow. We shall see what becomes of this. After he went home on Saturday night, I went back to my hostel and passed. the. fuck. out. We'd walked around all day and went to the museum.
I, unfortunately forgot my camera. I know! I'm horrible Muriel! (Inside joke)
The good news is I got a call back from the temp agency my program recommends. I'll have to do an interview and then they call me if they have any assignments. The same as in the states. Fingers crossed like a bazillion times.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Banking Crisis
Oh where to begin. I kinda screwed myself by not telling my bank I would be using my ATM card in Ireland. In all fairness, I wasn't planning on using it. I have two. The one I planned to use, I called the bank ahead of time to tell them I would be using it in Ireland. Unfortunately, that card doesn't work here. Don't worry kiddies, I'm not stuck without money, I just needed more to go register with the Garda (police). Cuz I'm an immigrant. (Shut up Sam!) They make you register so they can keep tabs on ya. So. I basically have to wait till next week when my money gets transferred. Bollocks! Which means I can't spend much till then.
In other news, I was in McDonalds, which is now going to be known as my office as stated by Sharon, with a fellow Work in Ireland participant and we noticed this little kid who seemed to be on speed hopping all over the place. His mother, nowhere in sight. He started talking to us. He was so cute. Blond hair, blued eyed, cherub of almost 7 he told us. He said, "I'm six but a little bit 7." He cracked me up and just didn't stop talking. He was an old soul, you could tell. When he spoke he did this chin stroking, in deep thought thing with his hands. Then he told us that his mom said he was cute and everybody wanted him. "It's true, everybody wants me," he said. He was too precious. He just got all comfy and started to sit next to my friend and just would not stop talking. The whole time she and I were like, "does your mom know where you are?" He insisted that she did. From what we saw I don't think she gave a fiddlers fart where he was. Sad really. He went over to his mom and got his school bag and returned to showed us his books. Then he said he was from Poland, and then the Ukraine and now Dublin. I wish I could have taken a picture of his cute little face but that would have been a majorly creepy thing to do. You know Jody love da kids! Lolz. Only if I can give 'em back to their parents. =)
Then he told us he was learning Irish but couldn't tell us any. So he decided to dazzle us with his knowledge of religion. He informed us of a big flood that would wash away everything. That's when I said, "Isn't there supposed to be a boat involved as well?" His little eyes widened in surprise and I swear to you, screamed, "Yeah!!! You know about it too?!" Haha. I was utterly amused. My friend was not. Oh well. My little friend eventually left and so did my other friend. She took the bus home and I stayed. Doing what? Lord knows. Sorry that I haven't done anything exciting yet for you people that keep telling me that you're living vicariously through me. This weekend I shall change that. Going out later. Will bring camera for photographic evidence of the excitement that y'all think I should be having.
In other news, I was in McDonalds, which is now going to be known as my office as stated by Sharon, with a fellow Work in Ireland participant and we noticed this little kid who seemed to be on speed hopping all over the place. His mother, nowhere in sight. He started talking to us. He was so cute. Blond hair, blued eyed, cherub of almost 7 he told us. He said, "I'm six but a little bit 7." He cracked me up and just didn't stop talking. He was an old soul, you could tell. When he spoke he did this chin stroking, in deep thought thing with his hands. Then he told us that his mom said he was cute and everybody wanted him. "It's true, everybody wants me," he said. He was too precious. He just got all comfy and started to sit next to my friend and just would not stop talking. The whole time she and I were like, "does your mom know where you are?" He insisted that she did. From what we saw I don't think she gave a fiddlers fart where he was. Sad really. He went over to his mom and got his school bag and returned to showed us his books. Then he said he was from Poland, and then the Ukraine and now Dublin. I wish I could have taken a picture of his cute little face but that would have been a majorly creepy thing to do. You know Jody love da kids! Lolz. Only if I can give 'em back to their parents. =)
Then he told us he was learning Irish but couldn't tell us any. So he decided to dazzle us with his knowledge of religion. He informed us of a big flood that would wash away everything. That's when I said, "Isn't there supposed to be a boat involved as well?" His little eyes widened in surprise and I swear to you, screamed, "Yeah!!! You know about it too?!" Haha. I was utterly amused. My friend was not. Oh well. My little friend eventually left and so did my other friend. She took the bus home and I stayed. Doing what? Lord knows. Sorry that I haven't done anything exciting yet for you people that keep telling me that you're living vicariously through me. This weekend I shall change that. Going out later. Will bring camera for photographic evidence of the excitement that y'all think I should be having.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Guinness and stuff
I had my first pint of Guinness last night. I'll get to what it was like later. I just wanted to point out something peculiar I've noticed here so far. No matter what you buy, you'll get a receipt for it. I bought a pint, and I got a receipt for it. I'm going to have to steal part of Mitch Hedberg's stand-up routine right here but, seriously......"We do not need to bring ink and paper into this transaction. I give you the money, you give me the donuts (or pint in my case). End of transaction!" I saved that receipt. Cheesy, yes I know, but it just felt right. Here's the stand up bit. Dunno why its in anime format. But, whatevs.
In other news, I began job hunting today. I don't think I did the best I could but I did give my CV (resume) to a manager at a cafe I overheard was hiring. He was nice and said, he'd call me for a trial. That made my day. I somewhat think it helped that he wasn't Irish. I have not a clue where he was from but not Ireland. I just overheard a couple saying that it's really hard to tell who's Irish or not these days. Dunno if that was meant as a bad thing or just a matter of fact thing. I'm still new here and have a lot to learn so I dunno.
Last night, I also met a friend of a friend's who's from New York but living in Dublin. That was fun. She was nice and its nice to have a friend when I don't know anyone here. What else, what else? Oh yes! That pint! To be honest, it tastes the fucking same. It's bollocks that it tastes different here. The only difference is my pint glass was smaller, I payed the barman in Euros and I got a bleeding receipt!
In other news, I began job hunting today. I don't think I did the best I could but I did give my CV (resume) to a manager at a cafe I overheard was hiring. He was nice and said, he'd call me for a trial. That made my day. I somewhat think it helped that he wasn't Irish. I have not a clue where he was from but not Ireland. I just overheard a couple saying that it's really hard to tell who's Irish or not these days. Dunno if that was meant as a bad thing or just a matter of fact thing. I'm still new here and have a lot to learn so I dunno.
Last night, I also met a friend of a friend's who's from New York but living in Dublin. That was fun. She was nice and its nice to have a friend when I don't know anyone here. What else, what else? Oh yes! That pint! To be honest, it tastes the fucking same. It's bollocks that it tastes different here. The only difference is my pint glass was smaller, I payed the barman in Euros and I got a bleeding receipt!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Today's bit of craic
I saw this headline and immediately erupted in a fit of laughter.
Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them.
This is just absolutely awesome in every way. This has happened to me a bunch of time. While it didn't creep me out, I did find it a bit peculiar when people did this to me. After Obama won, the first thing out of any white person's mouth was "Obama this, Obama that". A guy even tried to pick me up by starting the conversation about Obama.
I literally had to cover my mouth from bursting out in laughter after reading the caption for the little old lady above. The look on her face is absolutely priceless.
Enjoy the article kiddies!
Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them.
This is just absolutely awesome in every way. This has happened to me a bunch of time. While it didn't creep me out, I did find it a bit peculiar when people did this to me. After Obama won, the first thing out of any white person's mouth was "Obama this, Obama that". A guy even tried to pick me up by starting the conversation about Obama.
I literally had to cover my mouth from bursting out in laughter after reading the caption for the little old lady above. The look on her face is absolutely priceless.
Enjoy the article kiddies!
Freedom, thy name is wifi!
Free wifi is like a god send in them here parts. My hostel charges an exorbitant fee for the wifi and use of their computers. Luckily the McDonalds on O'Connell Street has free wifi. I'm so gunna like camp out here. Anywho. Now that I'm done ranting about wifi. Its 9:10 in zee morning here and I better finish this blog before zee Germans get here.
My first day got off to a timid start. Least I'm over my jet lag =). I can't tell the last time I was so intimidated. Being in a foreign country doesn't seem like it would be so intimidating, maybe I'm not as bad ass as I remember. Lolz. I tried to sleep in the lounge when I first got here but it was so cold I gave up and decided to go wander around. I went to the USIT office, which is right across the river. Used the puter. Then went to the meteor store and got myself an Irish mobile. El yeah! Unfortunately, the Irish sim card didn't work in my iPhone. =( So I had to buy a phone. The cheapest. It was 49 euro. Here's a pic.
The sales lady was so nice. She showed me how to top up (put more money on it, it's a pre-paid) and told me to register online and I'd get more credits or the likes. After that, I walked around Henry Street and looked around the malls and such. I got trapped in a convo with a Nigerian fellow who was excited that he'd just gotten a US visa. Then of course he asked me if I was married. I told him I was leaving in a week and had a boyfriend. Lies, all lies. Then made a hasty escape. Walked around a bit more and found a supermarket. Sharon and I share this obsession with supermarkets. Perhaps because we both love to cook.
After that it was almost time to go check in to the hostel so I made my way back. I checked in. Didn't even bother to get my luggage from the luggage room and promptly passed out for some well needed rest.
When I woke up, I was no longer the only person in the room. The girl in the bunk across from mine was from Oklahoma. We talked for a bit and decided to go get a pint. It was nice having someone from back home (even if it was the Midwest) to talk to. She was really nice. Here's to meeting more peeps like her!
My first day got off to a timid start. Least I'm over my jet lag =). I can't tell the last time I was so intimidated. Being in a foreign country doesn't seem like it would be so intimidating, maybe I'm not as bad ass as I remember. Lolz. I tried to sleep in the lounge when I first got here but it was so cold I gave up and decided to go wander around. I went to the USIT office, which is right across the river. Used the puter. Then went to the meteor store and got myself an Irish mobile. El yeah! Unfortunately, the Irish sim card didn't work in my iPhone. =( So I had to buy a phone. The cheapest. It was 49 euro. Here's a pic.
The sales lady was so nice. She showed me how to top up (put more money on it, it's a pre-paid) and told me to register online and I'd get more credits or the likes. After that, I walked around Henry Street and looked around the malls and such. I got trapped in a convo with a Nigerian fellow who was excited that he'd just gotten a US visa. Then of course he asked me if I was married. I told him I was leaving in a week and had a boyfriend. Lies, all lies. Then made a hasty escape. Walked around a bit more and found a supermarket. Sharon and I share this obsession with supermarkets. Perhaps because we both love to cook.
After that it was almost time to go check in to the hostel so I made my way back. I checked in. Didn't even bother to get my luggage from the luggage room and promptly passed out for some well needed rest.
When I woke up, I was no longer the only person in the room. The girl in the bunk across from mine was from Oklahoma. We talked for a bit and decided to go get a pint. It was nice having someone from back home (even if it was the Midwest) to talk to. She was really nice. Here's to meeting more peeps like her!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Finally In Dublin
This blog's been leading up to this day and it's here. I'm finally in Dublin and it's 6:30 in the morning here. I'm so tired. I seem to be having pretty good luck with flights these days. Not only was my flight comfortable, We landed at Dublin airport 20 minutes ahead of schedule. Going through customs was kinda nerve racking because the guy looked at my passport then my visa papers, then the computer screen, then my passport, then the computer screen. Then my visa papers again, then back to my passport. Then he finally looks up and asks me how long I'd be staying. I tell him four months. He scans my passport. Stamps it. Then tells me I have one month to register with the Garda. And send me on my way. That. was. it. I freaked out for absolutely nothing. They're definitely not as harsh as they are at Heathrow.
Got my bag. Didn't take long. Since it was 5:20 in the morning, I thought it best to forgo figuring out the cheap way to get to city center and I got on the airlink. Really short ride. Got off on O'Connell Street. My first sights of Dublin being the Spire. It was kinda eery walking down the street at 5:50 in the morning. The cold chill from the River Liffey, the sounds of the seagulls and the almost deserted street made me feel so out of my element. Having studied the map for some time I pretty much didn't have any trouble walking to my hostel. Which is where I am now. I can still here the seagulls in the background.
Check in time is at 2:30 Ireland time (which is four hours ahead of you guys back in New York) which means I'm either going to curl up on this coach in the lounge here or ignore my jet lag and go walking about. All I know is as soon as 2:30 comes, I'm so passing the fuck out.
Got my bag. Didn't take long. Since it was 5:20 in the morning, I thought it best to forgo figuring out the cheap way to get to city center and I got on the airlink. Really short ride. Got off on O'Connell Street. My first sights of Dublin being the Spire. It was kinda eery walking down the street at 5:50 in the morning. The cold chill from the River Liffey, the sounds of the seagulls and the almost deserted street made me feel so out of my element. Having studied the map for some time I pretty much didn't have any trouble walking to my hostel. Which is where I am now. I can still here the seagulls in the background.
Check in time is at 2:30 Ireland time (which is four hours ahead of you guys back in New York) which means I'm either going to curl up on this coach in the lounge here or ignore my jet lag and go walking about. All I know is as soon as 2:30 comes, I'm so passing the fuck out.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Snow??!!!
It's supposed to be the first day of spring and it's snowing outside. Mind you it's just flurries but still. I hate the schizophrenic New York City weather. I have definitely gotten used to the sunny 80 degree weather of south Florida.
So three days and counting and I'll be leaving for Dublin. This still feels very surreal. I still don't feel like I'm going. Someone pinch me!
Tonight should be hella fun. I get to see a lot of friends I haven't seen in ages and some I have. Enough blogging for now. No point in rambling on and on just to write something. I'll leave you with this piece on the top 10 worst Irish accents on film a friend sent me.
Hope everyone has an awesome Friday!
Kisses!!!!
So three days and counting and I'll be leaving for Dublin. This still feels very surreal. I still don't feel like I'm going. Someone pinch me!
Tonight should be hella fun. I get to see a lot of friends I haven't seen in ages and some I have. Enough blogging for now. No point in rambling on and on just to write something. I'll leave you with this piece on the top 10 worst Irish accents on film a friend sent me.
Hope everyone has an awesome Friday!
Kisses!!!!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Jamaican Food
I must first say that I stole this video from someone else's blog. A very well written blog that I rather enjoy reading. Thanks for posting this video. My mom and I rather enjoyed it and I hope whoever watches it enjoys it as well.
I bring the Sunshine where ever I go
Back in New York City! St. Patty's day was gorgeous and sunny. It actually still is now. I thought I would need my winter jacket and was pleasantly surprised. Being away from it for a couple weeks, I gotta tell you that I was not happy to have to wear it again. Strolling to the car in my pajama shorts and flip flops and driving to the shopping center was kinda nice.
Anywho. Since it was St. Patty's day, I was watching The Today Show on the airplane and it was broadcasting live from Ireland. Dublin in particular. There was an interview with the President of Ireland and they were discussing the harsh economic times Ireland is facing. With record unemployment rates, I'm hella worried about finding a job. Trying to remain optimistic though. Baby Jeeebus. I'm looking in your direction!
Apart from my arm falling asleep periodically, my flight was smooth and the old couple sitting next to me was very pleasant. We even landed at JFK 10 minutes early. I got my checked bag in less than ten minutes and met Sharon and her niece at the AirTrain. Note to self. I have packed waaaaaayyyyy too much. I could feel my right leg going numb when carrying my backpackers bag on my back. Serrrrriously need to re-pack and leave some stuff at my aunt's or at Sharon's.
We dropped my stuff off and then went to eat as I did not eat anything all day. I also didn't sleep at all the night before because I was so worried I didn't pack everything. We ate. Ogled some cute Irish boys and our waiter. Then I left Sharon and her niece and went to go "get ma hair did". Heehee. I was sooo tired I fell asleep in the chair. Lucky she wasn't an old Jamaican grandma or she would have hit me upside my head with a brush. Lol. No seriously, my grandma did that to me when I was little and she combed my hair and I moved. Ahhhh, good times =)
I was so tired I had to cancel meeting a bunch of friends for St. Patty's celebrations. Man, a week isn't really that long. I don't at all think I'll get to see everyone I want see. I'll just have to try to fit as much as I can in without tiring myself out.
Anywho. Since it was St. Patty's day, I was watching The Today Show on the airplane and it was broadcasting live from Ireland. Dublin in particular. There was an interview with the President of Ireland and they were discussing the harsh economic times Ireland is facing. With record unemployment rates, I'm hella worried about finding a job. Trying to remain optimistic though. Baby Jeeebus. I'm looking in your direction!
Apart from my arm falling asleep periodically, my flight was smooth and the old couple sitting next to me was very pleasant. We even landed at JFK 10 minutes early. I got my checked bag in less than ten minutes and met Sharon and her niece at the AirTrain. Note to self. I have packed waaaaaayyyyy too much. I could feel my right leg going numb when carrying my backpackers bag on my back. Serrrrriously need to re-pack and leave some stuff at my aunt's or at Sharon's.
We dropped my stuff off and then went to eat as I did not eat anything all day. I also didn't sleep at all the night before because I was so worried I didn't pack everything. We ate. Ogled some cute Irish boys and our waiter. Then I left Sharon and her niece and went to go "get ma hair did". Heehee. I was sooo tired I fell asleep in the chair. Lucky she wasn't an old Jamaican grandma or she would have hit me upside my head with a brush. Lol. No seriously, my grandma did that to me when I was little and she combed my hair and I moved. Ahhhh, good times =)
I was so tired I had to cancel meeting a bunch of friends for St. Patty's celebrations. Man, a week isn't really that long. I don't at all think I'll get to see everyone I want see. I'll just have to try to fit as much as I can in without tiring myself out.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Where do I live again?
Ok. So, ahhhh....where do I live again? A friend of mine has taken to calling me hobo Jody. Kinda funny. But rightfully so. I've moved so much that this friend and I have only known each other for a little over a year and I've lived in 3 different places thus far. Well hobo Jody doesn't really have a problem with that. Hobo Jody just doesn't feel like she lives in Florida yet and I suppose that I won't until I get back from Ireland.
Tomrrow I'll board a plane for NYC and spend a week there till I get on another plane bound for Dublin, Ireland. Only being out of NYC for two weeks, I've not missed it. Not missed it till it's Saturday night and hobo Jody's sitting in her room pumping lotion and perfume into those tiny plastic bottles they make for airplane travel, whilst she's on the phone with her buddies who are bar hopping in Williamsburg and flirting with boys. Sigh. For someone who moves so much you'd think I'd have mastered the art of packing. But, alas, I have not. I'm either gunna pack too much or forget something crucial. Like my passport.
Well. At least I'll be in NYC for St. Pattys day. Save some car bomb cupcakes for me Sharon!
Tomrrow I'll board a plane for NYC and spend a week there till I get on another plane bound for Dublin, Ireland. Only being out of NYC for two weeks, I've not missed it. Not missed it till it's Saturday night and hobo Jody's sitting in her room pumping lotion and perfume into those tiny plastic bottles they make for airplane travel, whilst she's on the phone with her buddies who are bar hopping in Williamsburg and flirting with boys. Sigh. For someone who moves so much you'd think I'd have mastered the art of packing. But, alas, I have not. I'm either gunna pack too much or forget something crucial. Like my passport.
Well. At least I'll be in NYC for St. Pattys day. Save some car bomb cupcakes for me Sharon!
Friday, March 13, 2009
10 Days and counting......
I am leaving for Dublin in ten days. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. On one hand I'm hella excited. On the other hand I will no doubt miss my friends in New York and my family that I've only been able to spend two weeks with here in Florida. I just seem to be moving a lot these days. I just moved from New York City to sunny Boca Raton, Florida. Something I swore I would never do. But. Never. Ever. Swear you won't do something ladies and gents. I've found that I'm eating my words more and more as time goes on. But. I digress. As I am prone to do. I've lived in Florida for a whole two weeks and it doesn't seem so bad so far. I actually like it. A lot! New York holds a special place in my heart that will never be moved, but, it was time to go. Before I left, every time I told a friend (well mostly acquaintances) that I was moving, they'd ask me why. It's a good question. And while I knew well enough what the answer was, I found it such a complicated question to answer. Mostly because the reasons were extremely personal, but the biggest reason was that I ultimately found myself going in a circle. A circle that did not bring me closer to my goals or to happiness, so I found it pointless to continue going around the round-about like the Griswolds in National Lampoons European Vacation. Hope that answers any ones questions. If anyone besides my brothers cat reads this that is.
Now about this Ireland thing. I'm aware of the impending doom that is their economic crisis and how hard it is to get a job there. That's all I can think about. I'm not at all worried about finding a place to live or making friends or what have you. Because as Sharon will tell you, leave me alone for 5 minutes and I'll make 5 new friends. Baby jeebus, if you're listening, can I have a job mmmkay?
So, basically all I need to worry about now is packing. Good lord, I am such a fucking nomad, I should just live out of a bloody suitcase! Just as soon as I've unpacked everything in my room here in Florida, it's time to pack again.
This time it'll be for a happy happy joy joy reason at least. At least.
Now about this Ireland thing. I'm aware of the impending doom that is their economic crisis and how hard it is to get a job there. That's all I can think about. I'm not at all worried about finding a place to live or making friends or what have you. Because as Sharon will tell you, leave me alone for 5 minutes and I'll make 5 new friends. Baby jeebus, if you're listening, can I have a job mmmkay?
So, basically all I need to worry about now is packing. Good lord, I am such a fucking nomad, I should just live out of a bloody suitcase! Just as soon as I've unpacked everything in my room here in Florida, it's time to pack again.
This time it'll be for a happy happy joy joy reason at least. At least.
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