Current Ailments:
1. Two raunchy blisters on either foot from my new sandals.
2. One wicked bruise on my left calf from when I fell off my bike this evening and whacked my leg against the pedal.
3. Another wicked bad bruise on my right knee from the same incident with bicycle.
4. Bloody right knee, although I washed the blood away and cleaned it. So.. scraped knee.
5. Hives covering... actually quite a lot of my stomach, upper legs and upper arms. I don't know what from.
6. That is currently all, but with my luck these days, who knows. I honestly think I'm going to see the doctor about my knee tomorrow. I can hardly walk and when I drove home just now I almost got into an accident because I couldn't brake fast enough. Can you sprain your knee?
People suspect of being cylons:
1. Children
2. Everyone else.
Blasts from the past:
1. I found my old best friend on facebook the other day and we've been talking, which is really nice. I don't actually know how we lost contact, we both live in the same city. In any case, that's how life goes and it's nice to catch up.
2. Skip-Its. Is that what they're called? I don't think they ever actually stopped making them I just haven't seen one in years. I saw one in the store today and almost bought it. Then I remembered that I'm an unemployed bum leaching off of society.
Things That Suck Hard:
1. Hives.
2. Falling off of your bike.
3. Falling off of your bike.
4. My Mom's new vaccuum. She bought it on Saturday and she hasn't stopped using it since. I swear. She keeps using it so much that it overheats and then stops. And she wonders why.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Lazy Bones.
I am SO lazy.
I've never been this lazy before.
I don't want to get a job.
Or rather, I don't want to look for a job.
I wouldn't mind just having a job.
Today, I was riding my bike home from the chiropractor, and it was an exceptionally crappy ride home. The wind was not in my favor (Both ways! The wind is out to get me!) so my legs were taking a beating. I was really tired by the time I made it to the edge of the court. Somebody at the beginning of this year decided to close the only remaining gap in the fence that outlines the perimeter, so now I have to heave my bike over it, and then heave myself over as well. It stinks. By the time I get home I pretty much don't have any strength left to lift my leg, let alone my gigantic bike followed by both of my legs.
Anyway, I put my bike over the fence, and then was hopping over the fence myself, when my leg gave out and I fell on the side of the road. I was really tired, so I just laid there for a minute thinking no one was watching. I was wrong. This really nice guy came over, said he had been working in the garage when he saw me fall and wanted to know if I was all right. It was SO embarassing! I explained how I had been biking for x number of hours (which was kind of a lie, it was more like two half hour segments, but I did have a really bad headache from the chiropractor/was feeling dizzy) and wasn't used to it yet. It was kind of lovely really. He helped me get up and then walked my bike back to my house with me. All in all I would say that it was totally worth falling over into the mud by the side of the highway where a lot of people saw me and probably got a laugh.
I've never been this lazy before.
I don't want to get a job.
Or rather, I don't want to look for a job.
I wouldn't mind just having a job.
Today, I was riding my bike home from the chiropractor, and it was an exceptionally crappy ride home. The wind was not in my favor (Both ways! The wind is out to get me!) so my legs were taking a beating. I was really tired by the time I made it to the edge of the court. Somebody at the beginning of this year decided to close the only remaining gap in the fence that outlines the perimeter, so now I have to heave my bike over it, and then heave myself over as well. It stinks. By the time I get home I pretty much don't have any strength left to lift my leg, let alone my gigantic bike followed by both of my legs.
Anyway, I put my bike over the fence, and then was hopping over the fence myself, when my leg gave out and I fell on the side of the road. I was really tired, so I just laid there for a minute thinking no one was watching. I was wrong. This really nice guy came over, said he had been working in the garage when he saw me fall and wanted to know if I was all right. It was SO embarassing! I explained how I had been biking for x number of hours (which was kind of a lie, it was more like two half hour segments, but I did have a really bad headache from the chiropractor/was feeling dizzy) and wasn't used to it yet. It was kind of lovely really. He helped me get up and then walked my bike back to my house with me. All in all I would say that it was totally worth falling over into the mud by the side of the highway where a lot of people saw me and probably got a laugh.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Miraculous Boxers That Came In The Night.
It started like every other day started in Dublin, at noon. I awoke to the smell of sausages and weirdly cut bacon. Actually, none of this is true. I awoke to the usual smell of the bunkhouse - alphagetti. And, it was closer to around ten. We headed down for breakfast which did consist of sausages and bacon. When I got back to the room I was informed that they were changing the bed frames. They literally threw all of the crap off of my bed and when I arrived back later on in the evening all of my stuff was back to where it had started.
I took my time getting ready for bed that night. Flossed, brushed my teeth, put on my pyjamas, and climbed into bed. I went to fold my pillow in half so that it would be the size of one normal pillow when what should I find but a pair of men's boxers.
I don't know where they came from. We came up with two ideas about where they came from.
1. They accidentally got put under my pillow when they were remaking the beds, instead of under their rightful owners pillow.
2. The sex god in our room put them under my pillow to be like, "Hey, come warm up my bed baby."
I prefer to go with number two, but number one is what probably really happened. Too bad. Also, don't find it creepy that I wear them. They are SO comfortable. And I washed them roughly three* times before I wore them.
*thousand
I took my time getting ready for bed that night. Flossed, brushed my teeth, put on my pyjamas, and climbed into bed. I went to fold my pillow in half so that it would be the size of one normal pillow when what should I find but a pair of men's boxers.
I don't know where they came from. We came up with two ideas about where they came from.
1. They accidentally got put under my pillow when they were remaking the beds, instead of under their rightful owners pillow.
2. The sex god in our room put them under my pillow to be like, "Hey, come warm up my bed baby."
I prefer to go with number two, but number one is what probably really happened. Too bad. Also, don't find it creepy that I wear them. They are SO comfortable. And I washed them roughly three* times before I wore them.
*thousand
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Hey!
Hey you! Turn around Chloe!
I've been spending the majority of my day watching television. It feels wonderful. Don't think that today has been completely fruitless though, oh no! I cleaned house, wrote out my resume, made myself some penne, sent a letter in the mail, ran my dogs, put a blanket over my window and THEN proceeded to watch too many hours of awesome t.v.
I had some spare time in between episodes, so I used my time wisely to peruse the job ads. I found a couple that I might apply for tomorrow. I wasn't really looking to get a job for a couple of weeks, but I had this dream last night in which Russel Crowe circa The Gladiator came to me and told me to get a job. Who am I to dismiss Russel Crowe? I kind of need a printer though. Bah humbug. Maybe I'll wake up really early and go to the farm... or maybe I'll wait until Tuesday.
I've been spending the majority of my day watching television. It feels wonderful. Don't think that today has been completely fruitless though, oh no! I cleaned house, wrote out my resume, made myself some penne, sent a letter in the mail, ran my dogs, put a blanket over my window and THEN proceeded to watch too many hours of awesome t.v.
I had some spare time in between episodes, so I used my time wisely to peruse the job ads. I found a couple that I might apply for tomorrow. I wasn't really looking to get a job for a couple of weeks, but I had this dream last night in which Russel Crowe circa The Gladiator came to me and told me to get a job. Who am I to dismiss Russel Crowe? I kind of need a printer though. Bah humbug. Maybe I'll wake up really early and go to the farm... or maybe I'll wait until Tuesday.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Things I Need.
In Order Of Importance:
1. A job. Any suggestions?
2. A car that works. Or a CAA membership so that when my car breaks down I can just have it towed back to my house.
3. A Flight of the Conchords fix.
4. A ticket to Folk Festival. Although I will need #1 before I can achieve this because I have NO MONEY.
5. To watch the first three seasons of Battlestar Gallactica. Does anybody have them? I'm looking at you Kenzie.
6. A working CD player. I bought some CD's in Dublin and now I have no way of listening to them in my room.
7. To return everyone's stuff. If I have something of yours tell me. I know I have a Simpsons movie, an embarassing book and some leggings that aren't mine. Anything else?
8. New socks.
9. Laundry soap.
10. A bit of chocolate.
Things I will have achieved by midnight: 3, 10.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I've sworn off alcohol, at least until my birthday. Watch me stick to my guns.
1. A job. Any suggestions?
2. A car that works. Or a CAA membership so that when my car breaks down I can just have it towed back to my house.
3. A Flight of the Conchords fix.
4. A ticket to Folk Festival. Although I will need #1 before I can achieve this because I have NO MONEY.
5. To watch the first three seasons of Battlestar Gallactica. Does anybody have them? I'm looking at you Kenzie.
6. A working CD player. I bought some CD's in Dublin and now I have no way of listening to them in my room.
7. To return everyone's stuff. If I have something of yours tell me. I know I have a Simpsons movie, an embarassing book and some leggings that aren't mine. Anything else?
8. New socks.
9. Laundry soap.
10. A bit of chocolate.
Things I will have achieved by midnight: 3, 10.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I've sworn off alcohol, at least until my birthday. Watch me stick to my guns.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
How My Day Actually Went...
Things That Happened:
-My mom's car broke down.
-My car continued to remain broken down.
-I took out the garbage.
-I did three loads of laundry.
-I walked into town.
-Went to the bank and was hosed by my credit card company.
-Bought Flight of the Conchords, even though I have no job and no money.
-Went grocery shopping, but didn't get much because I only had one bag along to carry stuff in.
-Walked home.
-Became enraged at my selfish brother.
-Wrote this blog.
Things Future A. Is Going To Do Tonight:
-Make a salad for supper. Yay vegetables!
-Eat above mentioned salad.
-Watch Flight of the Conchords.
-Sleep.
I love doing normal things. I love taking out the garbage and walking my dogs. I love walking in my rubber boots to the bank. I love grocery shopping. I love my new grocery shopping bags. I love my room. I love my clean duvet. I love what a good mood I am in. I love everything there is to love about clean laundry. I love showers that are hot and have good water pressure. I love being at my computer. I love putting my clothes in my closet. I love having my things spread everywhere, instead of in a duffel bag. I love re-gifting things. I love pictures of the places I've been. I love reading my travel journal. I love my mom. I love being home.
-My mom's car broke down.
-My car continued to remain broken down.
-I took out the garbage.
-I did three loads of laundry.
-I walked into town.
-Went to the bank and was hosed by my credit card company.
-Bought Flight of the Conchords, even though I have no job and no money.
-Went grocery shopping, but didn't get much because I only had one bag along to carry stuff in.
-Walked home.
-Became enraged at my selfish brother.
-Wrote this blog.
Things Future A. Is Going To Do Tonight:
-Make a salad for supper. Yay vegetables!
-Eat above mentioned salad.
-Watch Flight of the Conchords.
-Sleep.
I love doing normal things. I love taking out the garbage and walking my dogs. I love walking in my rubber boots to the bank. I love grocery shopping. I love my new grocery shopping bags. I love my room. I love my clean duvet. I love what a good mood I am in. I love everything there is to love about clean laundry. I love showers that are hot and have good water pressure. I love being at my computer. I love putting my clothes in my closet. I love having my things spread everywhere, instead of in a duffel bag. I love re-gifting things. I love pictures of the places I've been. I love reading my travel journal. I love my mom. I love being home.
A Simple Life List.
Things I Thought I Would Never Miss:
-Doing laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Doing dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
Things I Missed:
-Doing laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Doing dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
Things I'm Doing Today:
-Laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
-Doing laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Doing dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
Things I Missed:
-Doing laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Doing dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
Things I'm Doing Today:
-Laundry.
-Taking bottles to Sarcan.
-Cleaning my room.
-Dishes.
-Scrubbing the bathroom.
-Cleaning out my mom's car.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Oh Ted.
Reasons Why Ted Leo is Awesome:
1. He loves his band.
2. His band loves him.
3. He sings encores in Irish.
4. He sweats profusely from sheer rocking out.
5. When his guitar strap falls off, it doesn't faze Ted Leo, it just makes him rock out harder.
6. His amp chord is pink and springy. I think it is to keep him from rocking out way to hard which would lead to Ted Leo combusting and blowing up the world.
7. He plays shows in old train stations.
8. His mouth is so big he could smoke 100 cigarettes at the same time.
9. His pants don't meet his shoes.
10. His pants have pink paint on them. Also, his shoes are quite possibly the same colour as the pink paint. Interesting.
Funny Things Ted Leo Said And Did Last Night:
*Fan picks up set list and sets it back down.*
Ted Leo: Hey, wow! That's a private message. What if it had like... my social security number on it? You would have so much leverage over me.
Different Fan: At least it's not your passport number!
Ted Leo: No, no. My social security number is much more important! She'd know all of my financials. Although, I'll tell you straight up, there's not much going on.
1. He loves his band.
2. His band loves him.
3. He sings encores in Irish.
4. He sweats profusely from sheer rocking out.
5. When his guitar strap falls off, it doesn't faze Ted Leo, it just makes him rock out harder.
6. His amp chord is pink and springy. I think it is to keep him from rocking out way to hard which would lead to Ted Leo combusting and blowing up the world.
7. He plays shows in old train stations.
8. His mouth is so big he could smoke 100 cigarettes at the same time.
9. His pants don't meet his shoes.
10. His pants have pink paint on them. Also, his shoes are quite possibly the same colour as the pink paint. Interesting.
Funny Things Ted Leo Said And Did Last Night:
*Fan picks up set list and sets it back down.*
Ted Leo: Hey, wow! That's a private message. What if it had like... my social security number on it? You would have so much leverage over me.
Different Fan: At least it's not your passport number!
Ted Leo: No, no. My social security number is much more important! She'd know all of my financials. Although, I'll tell you straight up, there's not much going on.
Fan: Anal sex!
Ted Leo: I don't even know what to say. I was going to go on a rant about taxes, but now I just have a boner.
*Fan yells Ted Leo's home town and claims to be from there, then hands him a pornographic newspaper.*
Ted Leo: What's this here. Oh! It's a naked lady all done up. Geez. What's this, "Where's the coke at?"
Fan: It's Lindsay Lohan!
Ted Leo: Oh I get it! Because she does cocaine. Funny. You know, usually when we play a show in Dublin, we like playing for, you know, Irish people.
*Fan gasps.*
Ted Leo: Don't get me wrong or anything, we just don't like Lindsay Lohan following us around.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
All Aboard...
The Temple Bard!
Last night was, I'm going to say, the craziest night I've had in a long time. What I didn't make up for in partying the last two weeks, I made up for last night. Actually, I was home by 1:00. I just rock too hard for this city, but I digress. We started out at our hostel (which is kind of lame) where there was this random Swedish band jamming in the commons room. They were flaky and left after about one song. Then, I was pretty set on staying home and having a lowkey night, but after talking to this one American, I needed to be drinking. Obviousely, this led us down the long and winding road to Temple Bar.
We went to a few places, none of which were overly great. Instead we decided to buy our own alcohol and just cruise around the streets.
Things I said and did last night (in no specific order):
-Got my picture randomly taken by some Dublin boys that passed us in the street.
-Met this really small adorable man from Manchester. He was really excited!
-Congratulated Susan on her upcoming nuptuals with Femy. They are totally going to make it!
-Wished Tracy a Happy Birthday.
-Repeatedly stumbled upon the Swedish band from our hostel. Made friends with them and joked about stalking them.
-Didn't get shown a card trick by some boys on the street.
-Gave an adorable busker sixty cents. Smiled really big. Eye flirted the shit out of him.
-Questioned whether the skeleton mannequin blinked. Then saw that indeed he did blink. Although he made a point of not blinking for a while.
-Talked to some American guy with really nice teeth.
-Repeatedly went back to the same bar to pee.
That's all my little drunken brain can remember.
Last night was, I'm going to say, the craziest night I've had in a long time. What I didn't make up for in partying the last two weeks, I made up for last night. Actually, I was home by 1:00. I just rock too hard for this city, but I digress. We started out at our hostel (which is kind of lame) where there was this random Swedish band jamming in the commons room. They were flaky and left after about one song. Then, I was pretty set on staying home and having a lowkey night, but after talking to this one American, I needed to be drinking. Obviousely, this led us down the long and winding road to Temple Bar.
We went to a few places, none of which were overly great. Instead we decided to buy our own alcohol and just cruise around the streets.
Things I said and did last night (in no specific order):
-Got my picture randomly taken by some Dublin boys that passed us in the street.
-Met this really small adorable man from Manchester. He was really excited!
-Congratulated Susan on her upcoming nuptuals with Femy. They are totally going to make it!
-Wished Tracy a Happy Birthday.
-Repeatedly stumbled upon the Swedish band from our hostel. Made friends with them and joked about stalking them.
-Didn't get shown a card trick by some boys on the street.
-Gave an adorable busker sixty cents. Smiled really big. Eye flirted the shit out of him.
-Questioned whether the skeleton mannequin blinked. Then saw that indeed he did blink. Although he made a point of not blinking for a while.
-Talked to some American guy with really nice teeth.
-Repeatedly went back to the same bar to pee.
That's all my little drunken brain can remember.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
He Knows Where You Live.
I forgot to write in the last post why our last three days have been so gory.
On our second night in Black Rock we didn't really want to go out, so we were going to get a movie. Killian offered us some of his movies.
Titles We Had To Choose From:
-The Godfather
-The Godfather: Part Two
-The Godfather: Part Three
We tried to watch them all, but we just didn't have enough time. We watched the first two though. You know what really rocks! The Godfather! I fucking love those movies.
On our second night in Black Rock we didn't really want to go out, so we were going to get a movie. Killian offered us some of his movies.
Titles We Had To Choose From:
-The Godfather
-The Godfather: Part Two
-The Godfather: Part Three
We tried to watch them all, but we just didn't have enough time. We watched the first two though. You know what really rocks! The Godfather! I fucking love those movies.
Break It Down Now.
The last three days have been awesome.. and really gory. We stayed in a bed and breakfast in this little town by the sea called Black Rock. It's about fifty minutes outside of Dublin. Our house was a mile away from the water, and pretty much everyday we went to the beach. On the second day we bought buckets (not pails!) and spades (not shovels!) from this little seaside shop run by an old man that tried to sell us little books that he wrote. He was cute, until he hosed us out of 8 euro for the buckets and spade. It didn't matter though because we both really wanted to build sandcastles. We did and they turned out AWESOME!
Yesterday we went on a day trip to Carlingford. It was a forty minute bus ride from where we were staying. We hung around in this castle that was right on the shore, and then followed this crazy dangerous path that led down to a private beach. There were some parts of the path that weren't really path anymore and most of the path was a sheer drop down onto some jagged rocks. Right near the end I got sort of cocky and fell down. It hurt like a bitch, but it could have been A LOT worse.
We made it down to the hidden beach and picked sea glass for the next couple of hours. That doesn't sound like a lot of fun, but it was so relaxing. It was a really good time. After that we went over and had scones in this little pub that was in the side of a different castle in the town.
Two Things I have noticed about Ireland:
-Their dogs run around like cats.
-It smells perfectly normal. Matt and Peter Steele are crazy.
Also, today when we got back into the city there was a crazy demonstration going on in the centre of town up O'Connell street. It had something to do with Chinese people and the Olympics. I must have missed some headlines. Does anybody know what's going on with that?
Yesterday we went on a day trip to Carlingford. It was a forty minute bus ride from where we were staying. We hung around in this castle that was right on the shore, and then followed this crazy dangerous path that led down to a private beach. There were some parts of the path that weren't really path anymore and most of the path was a sheer drop down onto some jagged rocks. Right near the end I got sort of cocky and fell down. It hurt like a bitch, but it could have been A LOT worse.
We made it down to the hidden beach and picked sea glass for the next couple of hours. That doesn't sound like a lot of fun, but it was so relaxing. It was a really good time. After that we went over and had scones in this little pub that was in the side of a different castle in the town.
Two Things I have noticed about Ireland:
-Their dogs run around like cats.
-It smells perfectly normal. Matt and Peter Steele are crazy.
Also, today when we got back into the city there was a crazy demonstration going on in the centre of town up O'Connell street. It had something to do with Chinese people and the Olympics. I must have missed some headlines. Does anybody know what's going on with that?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Three Days of Unplug.
I've decided to completely unlpug (minus my iPod, but that doesn't count) when we get to Dundalk. I think it will be good for me.
Things I plan on doing while unplugged:
-taking long solitary walks
-laying in the grass and cloudwatching
-eating awesome free breakfasts
-taking naps
-making the best playlists known to man kind
-having showers in my private bathroom
-wishing I had Clair's guitar to play in a field
-writing in my journal
-taking lots of pictures
£... I just love that there is a "£" key here. Awesome!
Things I plan on doing while unplugged:
-taking long solitary walks
-laying in the grass and cloudwatching
-eating awesome free breakfasts
-taking naps
-making the best playlists known to man kind
-having showers in my private bathroom
-wishing I had Clair's guitar to play in a field
-writing in my journal
-taking lots of pictures
£... I just love that there is a "£" key here. Awesome!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Museums.
Today we went to a bunch of museums. We first stopped at the Irish Museum of Modern Art. I think we lasted about ten minutes tops. I had apparently forgotten (since we left London) that I completely distain modern art. Well, most of it anyway. So not completely completely... just the majority of the time.
Then we went on this crazy tour of the old prison, where everyone from the 1916 rebellion was executed. Our tour guide was awesome. We've actually been really lucky with tour guides. Except for last night, I guess, when I'm pretty sure our second bus driver was drunk.
We're going to check out the Shout Out Louds tonight. I am pretty excited. I haven't heard much (maybe one or two songs) but what I've heard I've really enjoyed. Next week when we get back we're going to go and see Ted Leo. Do you want to hear a really sad story? We leave Dublin the exact same day that Rooney plays! Bah.
Then we went on this crazy tour of the old prison, where everyone from the 1916 rebellion was executed. Our tour guide was awesome. We've actually been really lucky with tour guides. Except for last night, I guess, when I'm pretty sure our second bus driver was drunk.
We're going to check out the Shout Out Louds tonight. I am pretty excited. I haven't heard much (maybe one or two songs) but what I've heard I've really enjoyed. Next week when we get back we're going to go and see Ted Leo. Do you want to hear a really sad story? We leave Dublin the exact same day that Rooney plays! Bah.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Tour Guidisms.
Funny Things Our Tour Guide Said Completely Seriousely:
-Stiletto in the Ghetto
-Spike in the Dike
-The Dish with the Fish
-The Tart with the Cart
Other Reasons He Was Awesome/Crazy:
-He made jokes about the hokey pokey in front of a mass grave site.
-He drove on sidewalks.
-Stiletto in the Ghetto
-Spike in the Dike
-The Dish with the Fish
-The Tart with the Cart
Other Reasons He Was Awesome/Crazy:
-He made jokes about the hokey pokey in front of a mass grave site.
-He drove on sidewalks.
The City of Naps
Yesterday I woke up around noon, walked around for a while then took a nap.
The day before yesterday I walked around for a while, and then took a nap.
The day before the day before yesterday I walked around for a while and then took a nap.
Pattern, anyone?
Other than Dublin being the city of naps, it is also the city of cool syphillis free Canadian kids! We hung out with our new backpacker friends Jordan and Darah. It was really nice. We were just shooting the shit for a while, then we went to the ever classy "Booze-2-Go" store, then played cards in the commons until bed. They were pretty funny kids.
Things we talked about at length:
-decapitation
-syphillis
-our pets
-travel coverage
-how Jordan wasn't going to take it out
-how Jordan has no bum
-how none of us knew card games
-nutella
-breakdancing while beatboxing
-how all lame street performers need a girl on spoons to back them up
-syphillis
-decapitation
Awesome night. We woke up this morning really early to eat breakfast and to send them off. I can't remember where they were off to... Limerick maybe? Anyway, we're going to be doing this lame tourist bus tour thing today (on a double decker!) because neither of us are feeling up to walking around all day. My alcohol is sort of catching up to me now (also maybe the sausages from breakfast) so I'm not feeling so hot.
I'm excited to go to Dundalk Wednesday morning and just completely chill out. Maybe I'll become all zen and I won't even talk. I'll just do one of those silent retreat things. No I won't. Although I have always wanted to do one of those things.
The day before yesterday I walked around for a while, and then took a nap.
The day before the day before yesterday I walked around for a while and then took a nap.
Pattern, anyone?
Other than Dublin being the city of naps, it is also the city of cool syphillis free Canadian kids! We hung out with our new backpacker friends Jordan and Darah. It was really nice. We were just shooting the shit for a while, then we went to the ever classy "Booze-2-Go" store, then played cards in the commons until bed. They were pretty funny kids.
Things we talked about at length:
-decapitation
-syphillis
-our pets
-travel coverage
-how Jordan wasn't going to take it out
-how Jordan has no bum
-how none of us knew card games
-nutella
-breakdancing while beatboxing
-how all lame street performers need a girl on spoons to back them up
-syphillis
-decapitation
Awesome night. We woke up this morning really early to eat breakfast and to send them off. I can't remember where they were off to... Limerick maybe? Anyway, we're going to be doing this lame tourist bus tour thing today (on a double decker!) because neither of us are feeling up to walking around all day. My alcohol is sort of catching up to me now (also maybe the sausages from breakfast) so I'm not feeling so hot.
I'm excited to go to Dundalk Wednesday morning and just completely chill out. Maybe I'll become all zen and I won't even talk. I'll just do one of those silent retreat things. No I won't. Although I have always wanted to do one of those things.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Temple Bars.
The place we went was actually just called "Thin Lizzy". We went back there again last night, but no such luck in finding my Irish boyfriend, although Aimee did see this kid that she used to watch on YouTube, so that was pretty crazy.
I'm further impressed by the strength of the Irish drink. I had one drink and was pretty much completely smashed last night. So smashed that I took Aimee's dare to walk all the way home from Temple Bar backwards. It's about a mile maybe? I did the whole thing. When we got back to The Bunkhouse I even walked up the stairs backwards. We went home pretty early last night because I wasn't feeling so hot. I think the Burger King/vodka combination wasn't working so well with my stomach.
When we got back to the hostel, I wasn't really tired yet, so we went downstairs to play drunken Jenga. That didn't end up happening because there was some chick watching television and I fell entranced to the lure of vegetation. It was really strange. I'm not sure where the girl was from, but when she spoke English it was adorable. Aimee left and the girl and I watched an episode of Shark. Some Scottish guy came in after and started watching with us. When the program was over, nobody wanted to decide what we should watch next which led to a throw the remote at each other game. The girl lost out and picked this really lame ghost hunting show. The Scottish guy fell asleep and I went up to bed. I wasn't really feeling the alcohol anymore so sleep came easily.
Nothing really has happened yet today. Slept late, went shopping for a while, bought some more delicious muffins, went to H&M (which was kind of a let down) and then talked to my mom on the phone for a while. We're thinking of taking a bus tour around the city later because neither of us are really feeling like walking around in the rain today.
Emporiums that I have seen in the last day:
-shopping emporium
-drinking emporium
-good times emporium
I'm pretty sure there were more because they seem to have an emporium for everything here. Good times emporium was definitely my favorite.
I'm further impressed by the strength of the Irish drink. I had one drink and was pretty much completely smashed last night. So smashed that I took Aimee's dare to walk all the way home from Temple Bar backwards. It's about a mile maybe? I did the whole thing. When we got back to The Bunkhouse I even walked up the stairs backwards. We went home pretty early last night because I wasn't feeling so hot. I think the Burger King/vodka combination wasn't working so well with my stomach.
When we got back to the hostel, I wasn't really tired yet, so we went downstairs to play drunken Jenga. That didn't end up happening because there was some chick watching television and I fell entranced to the lure of vegetation. It was really strange. I'm not sure where the girl was from, but when she spoke English it was adorable. Aimee left and the girl and I watched an episode of Shark. Some Scottish guy came in after and started watching with us. When the program was over, nobody wanted to decide what we should watch next which led to a throw the remote at each other game. The girl lost out and picked this really lame ghost hunting show. The Scottish guy fell asleep and I went up to bed. I wasn't really feeling the alcohol anymore so sleep came easily.
Nothing really has happened yet today. Slept late, went shopping for a while, bought some more delicious muffins, went to H&M (which was kind of a let down) and then talked to my mom on the phone for a while. We're thinking of taking a bus tour around the city later because neither of us are really feeling like walking around in the rain today.
Emporiums that I have seen in the last day:
-shopping emporium
-drinking emporium
-good times emporium
I'm pretty sure there were more because they seem to have an emporium for everything here. Good times emporium was definitely my favorite.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Temple Bar.
You know what rocks face?
Temple Bar.
We were going to do this backpackers pubcrawl thing yesterday, but then we didn't get our shit together in time so we thought we would just go it alone. We walked down to Temple Bar around 8:30 and the places were already completely packed. Luckily we're really close to the area (about 10 minutes sober, 20 minutes drunken) so the walk there and back in the rain was okay. We bought some sandwiches and ate them on the way.
When we got there we looked around for awhile and then stepped into the Red Temple Bar. I'm not sure if that's actually what it's called, but it was the only red bar so that's what I'm calling it. We bought a drink and walked around it, but it was super packed and hot so we thought we would pub hop somewhere else. We found this smaller, out of the way place called "Thin Lizzie's". We bought more drinks and sat around for a while. I began to think that the night was going to suck. Being Canadian wasn't as novel as we had first thought. Anyway, we got bored of waiting for our song to play on the jukebox so we left the place. We had just made it out onto the street and were about to walk away when we heard this guy say to us, "Are you's girls indie chicks or what?" And that is how the night of crazy began.
There were two guys: Rory and Tommy. We pretty much stayed around with them the whole night. Tommy was completely adorable and I totally would have tapped that. I'm pretty sure he would have tapped me too. Anyway, we all got fairly trashed and then their friend James came. James and I didn't hit it off, but Aimee and James did. I'm pretty sure he didn't like me, but that's okay because Tommy was whispering about books in my ear. No jokes. When he became intoxicated he whispered in my ear, "I really want to say something interesting. Do you read?! I love (insert book names here, I don't remember because I was pretty wasted)."
We decided to go bar hopping to this other club that Tommy knew and he got cold so I lent him my scarf. But then he was all, "I'm going to steal your scarf because it's awesome!" And I really didn't want him to steal my new Paris scarf/really wanted to walk close to him, so I held onto the scarf and we walked to the next club. When we made it to the next pub there was a twenty euro cover charge that I didn't want to pay, so we went outside and hung around for a bit. It was getting pretty late and I wanted to go home, but didn't. We ended up going home from there. We got kisses from the boys and then were on our drunken walk home. Best street kiss ever. Even if it was just on the cheek. Seriously. Also, things were whispered in my ears that I will go into greater detail about when I get home. Let's just say I had options about where to go home to that night. Also there was a lot of drunken apologies. About what I don't know. Drunken apologies, you know how it is.
I pretty much walked home perfectly content. I think we might go back to the same bar tonight for awhile. See if they're kicking around or what. Who knows?
Also, I have a really funny story! When we were walking to the next pub and I was holding onto my scarf around the neck of my Irish love he commented on how gay he looked. There was this guy totally checking him out and so I said, "Tommy, that guy is totally checking you out!" To which he replied, "Yes!" and jumped in the air. Then I used my drunken voice a little too loudly and yelled, "You're totally getting some tonight!" Everyone looked but I was drunk and didn't care.
Also, we made plans to knock over the bank and fly somewhere together. I can't remember where.
Temple Bar.
We were going to do this backpackers pubcrawl thing yesterday, but then we didn't get our shit together in time so we thought we would just go it alone. We walked down to Temple Bar around 8:30 and the places were already completely packed. Luckily we're really close to the area (about 10 minutes sober, 20 minutes drunken) so the walk there and back in the rain was okay. We bought some sandwiches and ate them on the way.
When we got there we looked around for awhile and then stepped into the Red Temple Bar. I'm not sure if that's actually what it's called, but it was the only red bar so that's what I'm calling it. We bought a drink and walked around it, but it was super packed and hot so we thought we would pub hop somewhere else. We found this smaller, out of the way place called "Thin Lizzie's". We bought more drinks and sat around for a while. I began to think that the night was going to suck. Being Canadian wasn't as novel as we had first thought. Anyway, we got bored of waiting for our song to play on the jukebox so we left the place. We had just made it out onto the street and were about to walk away when we heard this guy say to us, "Are you's girls indie chicks or what?" And that is how the night of crazy began.
There were two guys: Rory and Tommy. We pretty much stayed around with them the whole night. Tommy was completely adorable and I totally would have tapped that. I'm pretty sure he would have tapped me too. Anyway, we all got fairly trashed and then their friend James came. James and I didn't hit it off, but Aimee and James did. I'm pretty sure he didn't like me, but that's okay because Tommy was whispering about books in my ear. No jokes. When he became intoxicated he whispered in my ear, "I really want to say something interesting. Do you read?! I love (insert book names here, I don't remember because I was pretty wasted)."
We decided to go bar hopping to this other club that Tommy knew and he got cold so I lent him my scarf. But then he was all, "I'm going to steal your scarf because it's awesome!" And I really didn't want him to steal my new Paris scarf/really wanted to walk close to him, so I held onto the scarf and we walked to the next club. When we made it to the next pub there was a twenty euro cover charge that I didn't want to pay, so we went outside and hung around for a bit. It was getting pretty late and I wanted to go home, but didn't. We ended up going home from there. We got kisses from the boys and then were on our drunken walk home. Best street kiss ever. Even if it was just on the cheek. Seriously. Also, things were whispered in my ears that I will go into greater detail about when I get home. Let's just say I had options about where to go home to that night. Also there was a lot of drunken apologies. About what I don't know. Drunken apologies, you know how it is.
I pretty much walked home perfectly content. I think we might go back to the same bar tonight for awhile. See if they're kicking around or what. Who knows?
Also, I have a really funny story! When we were walking to the next pub and I was holding onto my scarf around the neck of my Irish love he commented on how gay he looked. There was this guy totally checking him out and so I said, "Tommy, that guy is totally checking you out!" To which he replied, "Yes!" and jumped in the air. Then I used my drunken voice a little too loudly and yelled, "You're totally getting some tonight!" Everyone looked but I was drunk and didn't care.
Also, we made plans to knock over the bank and fly somewhere together. I can't remember where.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Dublin Muffin
Aimee and I were just going around looking for lunch. I found a Cherry Vanilla muffin and bought it. We took the muffin, and the rest of our lunch stuff to a nearby park and I consumed the muffin. It was a little piece of heaven. It. Was. Awesome.
Good Day Fellows.
Good Day Fellows.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Shout Outs To A. Selami
The last couple of days have been so fucking awesome! Also, so fucking stressful. Let's go back a few days shall we, to London. We missed our train to Paris because Aimee read the ticket wrong. We went to the station and the replacement price for a one way ticket was £150, but he said he would give us a deal of £50 because he felt bad for us. Then, he ended up just giving us the tickets for free. You could tell he wasn't supposed to be doing it too because he leaned really close and he got all quiet. Thank you A. Selami, you helped us dodge a huge bullet.
We hopped the next train to Paris and arrived there around 3:30. We decided to just take a cab because we had absolutely no idea where the fuck to go. It actually didn't end up costing us very much and on the ride over we saw The Louvre, which totally made it worth the money. We checked into our hotel which was ADORABLE. Also, there was a pod shower! It was really small and out of the way, but super nice and the receptionist was hilarious. He was kind of a charmer, but sort of old(er). We got to joking around the next day and he said, "You are rich. It is all in your eyes." Holy cliche Frenchman, Batman. We walked around, got lost, I ate a gyro, took pictures of Notre Dame and unsuspecting French people, walked around some more, contemplated renting bikes, didn't get hit by cars, found the Eiffel Tower and rode all the way to the top! When we got up there we decided to just walk down all of the stairs, but you can't do it from the top, only the second floor, so we walked down the Eiffel Tower from the second floor. Other crazy shit happened, but I'll just say it in person to everyone later.
On the train yesterday from Paris I was REALLY happy. It just sort of hit me all at once, and I started making all these plans, and writing down things I want to learn to do (like speak French, and knit, and make jewlery etc. etc.). I was just completely happy. It was a strange feeling, I can't fully explain it, but even my iPod was on board. Everytime I smiled the music in my ears became louder, which would make me smile harder. It was truly fantastic. I don't think I have ever been happier in all of my life.
Three countries later we're in Dublin. We got here last night at around midnight because we missed our flight out of London (and had to pay for £50 replacement tickets, karma came to bite us in the ass for all of the good luck we'd been having) but we're here now which is nice. We had the funniest cab driver ever last night. He was telling us how when people say "crack" here, they just mean fun. Not crack cocaine. That isn't fun. When we got to the hostel all of the lights were out in our room, so we had to fumble around and find our bed. The room (actually the whole hostel) is stifling hot. Sort of unfortunate but it's clean, and safe and the breakfast doesn't suck. Well, it sucks a little bit but there was some sort of bacon, so I'm okay.
Talk to you later home slices!
We hopped the next train to Paris and arrived there around 3:30. We decided to just take a cab because we had absolutely no idea where the fuck to go. It actually didn't end up costing us very much and on the ride over we saw The Louvre, which totally made it worth the money. We checked into our hotel which was ADORABLE. Also, there was a pod shower! It was really small and out of the way, but super nice and the receptionist was hilarious. He was kind of a charmer, but sort of old(er). We got to joking around the next day and he said, "You are rich. It is all in your eyes." Holy cliche Frenchman, Batman. We walked around, got lost, I ate a gyro, took pictures of Notre Dame and unsuspecting French people, walked around some more, contemplated renting bikes, didn't get hit by cars, found the Eiffel Tower and rode all the way to the top! When we got up there we decided to just walk down all of the stairs, but you can't do it from the top, only the second floor, so we walked down the Eiffel Tower from the second floor. Other crazy shit happened, but I'll just say it in person to everyone later.
On the train yesterday from Paris I was REALLY happy. It just sort of hit me all at once, and I started making all these plans, and writing down things I want to learn to do (like speak French, and knit, and make jewlery etc. etc.). I was just completely happy. It was a strange feeling, I can't fully explain it, but even my iPod was on board. Everytime I smiled the music in my ears became louder, which would make me smile harder. It was truly fantastic. I don't think I have ever been happier in all of my life.
Three countries later we're in Dublin. We got here last night at around midnight because we missed our flight out of London (and had to pay for £50 replacement tickets, karma came to bite us in the ass for all of the good luck we'd been having) but we're here now which is nice. We had the funniest cab driver ever last night. He was telling us how when people say "crack" here, they just mean fun. Not crack cocaine. That isn't fun. When we got to the hostel all of the lights were out in our room, so we had to fumble around and find our bed. The room (actually the whole hostel) is stifling hot. Sort of unfortunate but it's clean, and safe and the breakfast doesn't suck. Well, it sucks a little bit but there was some sort of bacon, so I'm okay.
Talk to you later home slices!
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