So I woke up with a red streak on my arm and one of my fingernails and thought "OH my god! I'm bleeding! Where? Where?"
And then I realized it was just pasta sauce from my late-night second dinner a few hours ago.
Silly girl.
I found out a further disadvantage that comes with a dairy intolerance: it's called aftershock. Allow me to elaborate.
I went on a pub crawl last night with one of my roommate's and her friend. Fantastic girls, so nice. Well, after Bullmers, they were all feeling full and so decided to do a couple of shots instead. So they asked the bartender to make us a shot of something awesome but sweet. With no tequila. Alright fine. So he pours peach schnapps into shot glasses and then starts to float Baileys on top. I can't drink Baileys because of the dairy. Oh, okay. So he turns around and grabs this other bottle and pours out this clear, electric green shot. It looked like liquid green jell-o. Yum, right? (well. actually, I don't really like Jell-o, but eh.) 1 - 2 - 3 and down! Whoo! Strong! Oh my god. it's licorice flavored. I hate licorice. UGH! Aah! Usch! The bartender grins. "Strong, eh?" Um yea. Strong and gross. But I just smile "jeeze, strong!?! That was ridiculous!"
you know when you give a dog peanut butter and he sits there sticking his tongue to the roof of his mouth and then pulling it off repeatedly? That was me for the next 15 minutes trying to get that god-awful taste out of my mouth. There is definitely a reason that it's called "aftershock."
And to think the other girls got peach schnapps and Baileys.
it is, indeed a cruel world.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
If there is one...
The worst part about being here in Ireland (which is really saying something) is the fact that my friends here don't know me the way my friends do at home.
So when I come home at 3 am and just need someone who I can go "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" to, they just dont understand the gravity of the situation!!!
So when I come home at 3 am and just need someone who I can go "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" to, they just dont understand the gravity of the situation!!!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Stream of Consciousness: 11:47 pm
I have made a fatal error. I have left my cd case of movies out in the living room. As in, the living room in which my roommates are all just chilling out on a lazy Monday night.
I can't get in there. I can't get my movies. Because it's awkward to want to watch a movie alone in my room? Apparently.
So now I'm watching old episodes of The Office on my computer eventhough I intended to go to sleep like 2 hours ago.
I don't sleep much here. It was a big deal.
Also, this week has been progressively more awful. I've been in kind of a funk and bad stuff keeps happening. Like this morning! This morning, I go to pour my casein free milk into my gluten free oatmeal and it's all rotten. Yuck. And that's just one thing. It's just been an overcast mood all week. And then I remembered, DUH! It's because Mercury is in retrograde! My life ALWAYS gets crappy when Mercury is in retrograde!
But don't worry because there's only about a week left until it starts turning, so it's all good.
Also, I found a really cool key yesterday.
We went to Blarney yesterday, and I had some super awesome poetic ideas about how to write about it, but now I forget. Also, the Folk Festival was this weekend. I saw this really cool trad band in this little pub and then walked home in the rain which felt AMAZING! I love the rain. Also we saw this Salsa Celtica band which was a salsa-traditional Celtic music fusion band. SO cool.
And in Blarney we picked up a traveler. His name is Mick (which looks like I spelled it wrong.) And he's still here... which is why I can't go get my movies. Because he and one of my roommates are in the living room debating about watching a movie or not. I do not want to join them. Actually, now it is a moot point because it sounds like they've all gone to sleep since I've been watching The Office.
Say Goodnight Gracie.
Goodnight, Gracie!
I can't get in there. I can't get my movies. Because it's awkward to want to watch a movie alone in my room? Apparently.
So now I'm watching old episodes of The Office on my computer eventhough I intended to go to sleep like 2 hours ago.
I don't sleep much here. It was a big deal.
Also, this week has been progressively more awful. I've been in kind of a funk and bad stuff keeps happening. Like this morning! This morning, I go to pour my casein free milk into my gluten free oatmeal and it's all rotten. Yuck. And that's just one thing. It's just been an overcast mood all week. And then I remembered, DUH! It's because Mercury is in retrograde! My life ALWAYS gets crappy when Mercury is in retrograde!
But don't worry because there's only about a week left until it starts turning, so it's all good.
Also, I found a really cool key yesterday.
We went to Blarney yesterday, and I had some super awesome poetic ideas about how to write about it, but now I forget. Also, the Folk Festival was this weekend. I saw this really cool trad band in this little pub and then walked home in the rain which felt AMAZING! I love the rain. Also we saw this Salsa Celtica band which was a salsa-traditional Celtic music fusion band. SO cool.
And in Blarney we picked up a traveler. His name is Mick (which looks like I spelled it wrong.) And he's still here... which is why I can't go get my movies. Because he and one of my roommates are in the living room debating about watching a movie or not. I do not want to join them. Actually, now it is a moot point because it sounds like they've all gone to sleep since I've been watching The Office.
Say Goodnight Gracie.
Goodnight, Gracie!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Addendum
Usually when I get the mean reds, I watch Breakfast at Tiffanys, but this morning I knew WHY I had the mean reds.
So I did two things: I looked for volunteer opportunities working with kids around here in Women and Children's homes
and I booked a flight to Prague.
right. Oh, by the way, did I mention that I'm going to Prague?
yea, it should be cool. We were planning to go in a few weeks, but it's cheaper to go the weekend after next.
Oh yea! did I mention that I'm going to Prague the weekend after next? yea. Pretty psyched.
So I did two things: I looked for volunteer opportunities working with kids around here in Women and Children's homes
and I booked a flight to Prague.
right. Oh, by the way, did I mention that I'm going to Prague?
yea, it should be cool. We were planning to go in a few weeks, but it's cheaper to go the weekend after next.
Oh yea! did I mention that I'm going to Prague the weekend after next? yea. Pretty psyched.
Outside Mirrors
I'm having one of those days today. I'm in a mood, I guess you could say.
One of those mornings when everything is a little too dim and I can't focus on anything and can't really get myself to care about anything. My movements are slow and my limbs feel heavy. I haven't been crying but my eyes, cheekbones and nose feel swollen and sore as if I had. And I'm just kind of blue. Melancholy but not sad. I can't keep my thoughts in one place, and if I try, they are as blank and expressionless as my face no doubt is. It's been one of those mornings when I just want to throw things and break things. Glass, metal ceramic. Just to hear the noise it makes. Just to feel that disturbance. I accidentally dropped my spoon on the ceramic tile in out kitchen and it was the most pleasing and satisfying sound I could have heard in that moment. There were at least three distinct clangs and then a moment of clattering - metallic sharp and harsh.
I think I'll go for a walk.
One of those mornings when everything is a little too dim and I can't focus on anything and can't really get myself to care about anything. My movements are slow and my limbs feel heavy. I haven't been crying but my eyes, cheekbones and nose feel swollen and sore as if I had. And I'm just kind of blue. Melancholy but not sad. I can't keep my thoughts in one place, and if I try, they are as blank and expressionless as my face no doubt is. It's been one of those mornings when I just want to throw things and break things. Glass, metal ceramic. Just to hear the noise it makes. Just to feel that disturbance. I accidentally dropped my spoon on the ceramic tile in out kitchen and it was the most pleasing and satisfying sound I could have heard in that moment. There were at least three distinct clangs and then a moment of clattering - metallic sharp and harsh.
I think I'll go for a walk.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Once in a while, I secretly love mornings that go in slow-motion and start at noon.
I had this huge long post that I wrote about the other night, and how, if my life were a play, it would have been the end of act one because all these ends tied up nicely but there was this ominous feeling of temporariness around the whole situation. It was four pages, single spaced, so I decided against it.
That's a lie.
I got lazy and didn't post it and now I feel it's rather archaic.
But last night, oh last night. Let me paint you a picture:
It started out pretty normal. We went out. Because you have to go out Thursday nights. It's just how things ARE around here.
On the way into the city, we got kicked off the bus. I'm not sure why, and it obviously couldn't have been all 15 of us, but I do know that at least one of our group was asked to leave so we ALL got up and walked off in a proud line that was not just necessary because of the narrow aisle on the bus.
I usually like to hit the Wash kinda for a drink, but mostly because I have a crush on one of the bartenders there. But no one else wanted to go there last night so I went by myself. It was super sneaky too - I waited until we went through this big crowd that always forms around this one atm and then I doubled back.
I know it may not have been the best idea, but it was early enough in the night, and I knew a couple of our friends were in the bar across the street that I felt safe about it. Also, a little bit thrilled.
And let me tell you, it was SO worth it! We had a conversation. It went like this:
"Yep?"
"Can I get a bullmers? ... BULLMERS?"
"yea"
"Thanks!" *smile*
(later)
"Hey, can I get a water?"
"water?"
"yea" *sheepish smile* "thanks"
Sigh. can't you just FEEL the connection there?
And last night, oh man oh man. When I was done with my water glass I pushed it further in on the counter and he took it and said "cheers!"
Yes, it was a magical night.
Then there were more shenanigans at a club or two that finally ended in with me and my three roommates standing in front of Hillbilly's (THE most in late night greasy dining in Cork city) shocked and appalled at the line. Then Meg goes "this is ridiculous. We're going home and making our own Hillbillys."
I think we intended to cook french fries, but there was also left-over pasta, chips, salsa and guacamole, toast, Nutella, and I don't even know what else. It was epic. It was just a bunch of us sitting in the kitchen, busting at the seams from all the food and all the laughing as we re-hashed and re-re-hashed the night until 4 am. It was absolutely ridiculous, but it has now been cast in the golden light of a cherished memory.
But I'll tell you a secret. I woke up at 10 this morning before any of my roommates were up and walked into the kitchen to make some tea, but when I saw the absolute horror of a mess we made last night, I turned around and closed the door to my room and pretended to be asleep until I heard one of my roommates cleaning up. Shh!
That's a lie.
I got lazy and didn't post it and now I feel it's rather archaic.
But last night, oh last night. Let me paint you a picture:
It started out pretty normal. We went out. Because you have to go out Thursday nights. It's just how things ARE around here.
On the way into the city, we got kicked off the bus. I'm not sure why, and it obviously couldn't have been all 15 of us, but I do know that at least one of our group was asked to leave so we ALL got up and walked off in a proud line that was not just necessary because of the narrow aisle on the bus.
I usually like to hit the Wash kinda for a drink, but mostly because I have a crush on one of the bartenders there. But no one else wanted to go there last night so I went by myself. It was super sneaky too - I waited until we went through this big crowd that always forms around this one atm and then I doubled back.
I know it may not have been the best idea, but it was early enough in the night, and I knew a couple of our friends were in the bar across the street that I felt safe about it. Also, a little bit thrilled.
And let me tell you, it was SO worth it! We had a conversation. It went like this:
"Yep?"
"Can I get a bullmers? ... BULLMERS?"
"yea"
"Thanks!" *smile*
(later)
"Hey, can I get a water?"
"water?"
"yea" *sheepish smile* "thanks"
Sigh. can't you just FEEL the connection there?
And last night, oh man oh man. When I was done with my water glass I pushed it further in on the counter and he took it and said "cheers!"
Yes, it was a magical night.
Then there were more shenanigans at a club or two that finally ended in with me and my three roommates standing in front of Hillbilly's (THE most in late night greasy dining in Cork city) shocked and appalled at the line. Then Meg goes "this is ridiculous. We're going home and making our own Hillbillys."
I think we intended to cook french fries, but there was also left-over pasta, chips, salsa and guacamole, toast, Nutella, and I don't even know what else. It was epic. It was just a bunch of us sitting in the kitchen, busting at the seams from all the food and all the laughing as we re-hashed and re-re-hashed the night until 4 am. It was absolutely ridiculous, but it has now been cast in the golden light of a cherished memory.
But I'll tell you a secret. I woke up at 10 this morning before any of my roommates were up and walked into the kitchen to make some tea, but when I saw the absolute horror of a mess we made last night, I turned around and closed the door to my room and pretended to be asleep until I heard one of my roommates cleaning up. Shh!
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