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'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 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! =)

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 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!"

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.

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!

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.