Dublin is the past. London is the future.

Wow. We already leave Dublin tomorrow morning. We just got here and we already have to adjust to a new city. I DON'T WANNA!

I'll update with stories and such later. I'm just burning a cd with my pictures so I can clear my card for the next stop.

I'll HAVE to find a bigger card or something. I'm HIGHLY disappointed in my photos. HIGHLY. Now I remember why I don't trust the auto function.

Yep. Going to invest in a larger card.

*runs about*

It's 7...something pm and I'm just now starting my paper for my study abroad class. I'm not used to wearing a wrist watch, but I generally use my cell phone for time telling purposes and I can't use that in the United Kingdom, so I was forced to buy one. I'm at my aunt's. I still have to figure out who's taking me to Cincinnati tomorrow to catch my plane. Mom just informed me that she didn't take care of that (like she said she would) about 10 minutes ago. She's not even here. I'm waiting to eat and for my mamaw to be ready to go (which will probably be at like... midnight). I still have to finish packing, sew and patch my favorite pants and jacket, and meet up with Daniel so that I may steal his digital camera. I just read in my syllabus that I needed one and mine has a rechargable battery. Whose power adapter won't fit in European plugs.

HAH! My little cousin just painted himself green and goes, "I'm trying to be the Hulk!" Damn, that kid's rotten. And there goes his dad. Egging him on. *L*

This time tomorrow, I'll be well on my way to Dublin, Ireland!

Where was I?

Home. After spending a week hoboed up on Daniel and Stephanie's big orange couch.

It's already been quite interesting.

"I like a man in a furry hat."

I don't even remember what I wrote last! *L*

I leave Monday for Dublin! Dear God, it seems so unreal.

I was meaning to go to sleep real early today to try to get myself somewhat on a Dublin/London time schedule. As you see, at nearly 1 am, that didn't work out quite as well as planned.

I need to focus on writing this! I keep skipping to MSN and AIM and DE and... not writing this. *L*

I have to do SO much laundry tomorrow!

G'NITE!

And so the story goes...

Finals week is over! Hoorah!

Wow. It went so fast.

...I would do ANYTHING for a philly cheesesteak sammich and clean clothes!

Which basically can be summed up as, "I would do anything to not be hungry and to not smell like butt!" Which also can be translated as, "I wish I weren't a hobo!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BRANDY AND BRANDI!

...And now to go commence to the not doing a damn thing for a while... Until the 26th. When I go to Dublin! Then to London the 31st! Then to Washington, D.C. the 10th!

Bah. It's going to be fun.

...the more we know, the more we know how much we don't know...

Alrighty. Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon. Quite wonderful if you like that postmodern, "nothing means a goddamned thing," obsessive search for truth shit.

But beware: the search for truth never, ever ends.

While reading some sparknotes for some books I'm unclear on, my eye kept wandering to the ad for greyhound. I found myself searching the prices of here to New York, here to Lake City, here to Albequerque. And then I noticed a new hole in my hoodie. WHY IS EVERYTHING I OWN FALLING APART?!?!?!?!?!

Well, back to smashing my head against the table. I mean studying for two finals I have tomorrow.

Wish me luck. I'll sure as hell need it.

"...You guys... Please tell me we watched something on tv about a badger in a cage..."

Happy Fucking 21st Birthday to me!

Friday
- Berea at Jeanne's for some great good Christmas present food, super nintendo, and melting the largest amount of Appleby's crayons into the most beatiful ADHD art EVER! (Three people with various levels of ADD should not be allowed to play with lighters.)

Saturday - The Day of Infamy
- 12am - High-tailed it to Wincester where Kristin's dad bought 3 pitchers of Killian's for Daniel, Stephanie, Amanda, Kristin, Colin, himself, and me at some sketchy bar called Ted's. Needless to say I (and Stephanie) had the better part of them, as it was now officially my birthday and I'm pretty sure everyone was hell-bent on getting me loads of tipsy. (OH! Shot of Jager, too!)
- KING BUFFET!!! (Mmmmm... Chinese-y.) My fortune read something to the effect of, "Share your happiness with others today." It was quite fitting. I saved it, but I lost it. :(
- Appleby's to see Jeanne and Amanda! (The perfect margaritas are awesome!)
- Steph made me a birthday cake and they sang to me!!! It was damn good cake!
- The Paddy Wagon. Daniel, Stephanie, Danny, and Megs went with me, Colin, Jason, and William were already there just chilling. So many people made for so many shots. Megs bought me a Four Horsemen (which sounds extremely ominous... for good reason. Obviously, it was a mixture of Jack, Jim, Bob, Tom, and whoever else decided to turn whatever they had at the time into ethyl alcohol and name it after themselves). Danny bought me a Puerto Rican Monkey Fuck (yeah, you read that right) and a Redheaded Slut. William bought me a Jager Bomb and an Irish Car Bomb (the latter being my favorite of the night!). Played some pool. Left. Megs was in the damned liquor store buying stuff to make amaretto sours (I had 2 of them at her apartment). Got really sick (first time in the LONGEST of times). Obviously went back to Daniel and Stephanie's and had MORE rum. (Jeanne had stopped by after work, too!!! *HUGS HER FROM AFAR!)

Sunday
- Amanda and Bethy's graduation in Berea!!! (CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!!!) We were definitely freakin' late. To a graduation that was at THREE IN THE AFTERNOON. Man, Berea is screwed up. It's a hardcore Christian school. Their alma mater is the scariest of songs! Probably because it was backed by a damned organ. We expected the phantom of the opera to drop a few sandbags.
- Mmmm. Little Caesar's pizza pizza.
- Wash, rinse, repeat.



We had a wee little recap this morning before we went our separate ways. "You SHOULD have seen this show! The first scene we saw was of this fucked up mouse holding a corndog, walking in a FIELD of corndogs!" "...Guys... Please tell me we watched something about a badger in a cage..." "WOOP! Grass!" "Tell the turkey story!" "I'm SO facebooking that... (though I don't remember what the hell I said to make Megs say that.)" "It feels like we spent the entire weekend in the dryer." "...You have NO idea just how many places my glasses could be in right now..." (I lost my glasses and commented to Aaron, the desk worker, that they could be anywhere from Lancaster Ave. to the Paddy Wagon.)

I'm sure there's more to be said. But guess what? I'm going to crawl into MY OWN BED and go fucking comatose.

Ta!

"...you write such pretty words..."

"but life's no storybook"

WHY IS EVERYONE FREAKIN' MOVING?! ALL the cool new people I met this semester are going somewhere other than here next semester. Bah. I have abandonment issues! :'(!!!

Floor meeting in 25 mins. Midnight breakfast at 10:30!!! I'm going to eat SO much food!

I sent out for my passport. FINALLY! Fucking overnighted it AND expedited it. Costed me an arm and a leg and I won't be eating much for the next few weeks, but that's finished with.

"snow glass apples, where nothing is what it seems"

"...life is unfair... kill yourself or get over it..."

I've been listening to old mixed cds from high school lately. You know. When downloading was new and I was the cd bitch because I was the only one with cable internet. Seems I was much more bitter than I remember being in high school. Yeah, I know Bran and Steph are going to laugh their fucking asses off at that statement.

I got my favorite spot in the library today! ...This is great news seeing as how I probably won't be leaving until it closes at 1am!

Down side? I fucking lost my headphones. BOTH SETS. I'm fairly sure they're in my room somewhere. This means they may as well be deemed lost for forever.

SO! Come distract me if you can find me! I'll probably need it. :(