Berlin!
I went to Berlin last week! I'm sure other things have happened in the two weeks since my last entry, but I doubt any of them were half as important.
Triiiip:
Tuesday: Left at 3am in the morning on the bus to Shannon. Not much sleep was had and the journey over was pretty much horrible and tiring. But I knew it'd be worth it. Arrived at the hostel in Berlin at around 10am. Everyone bar me decided to get breakfast then nap then go out exploring but me being David and in a terrible mood having not slept all night went straight to bed and woke up at 4. Regrouping was done and we went out to see the Berlin wall. Luckily, it was a different part to what I'd seen before, this time the part with the famous arty stuff on it. That was nice. Then we went to this juggling yokie in a community center hall. Kinda the same idea we do in NUIG, just a hall where you can juggle away/talk to people and whatnot. We juggled a while but a few of us decided it was time to try some Berlin beer so walked to the nearest shop and spent a few hours sipping beers in the bar of the center. Everywhere in Germany has a bar. Everyone was still feeling pretty tired so after a few of us had a pizza and a pint we figured we'd go back to the other in the bar, who had communicated that it'd be time to go home soon, then we'd go have a pint in the hostel for an early night. Upon arrival in the bar we found that Brian from our room was very drunk and decided it was absolutely necessary for the rest of the room to catch up (well, we didn't say this, it just sort of happened), cocktails were immediately purchased and we danced away for an hour or two, then whoever wanted to leave managed to win and we went back to the hostel...where we discovered the bar was actually big enough and had a dj playing. Needless to say we stayed til closing, I think that was like 5am or so...may have been a little drunk.
Wednesday: Woke up earlyish feeling terrible, grabbed a shower to feel less terrible then were being rushed (there was a girl with us who seemed to take the role of organiser as she had german, don't get me wrong she was a very good organiser, but she was far too careful about time...there was a funny moment were Oisín and I were going back up to the room after breakfast and she was all "Ye have like 2 minutes, get yer stuff and come down." and we both announced we were brushing our teeth and nothing in the world could stop us :p ). We ventured off to the tropical islands post haste and upon arrival it was as giant as expected, and as warm as expected. I was the first to decide t-shirts were most certainly unnecessary and appropriately removed mine. We spent the day/evening getting acquainted with the place. Went into the water slide area and went down Germany's biggest waterslide a few times. It's also definitely Germany's most dangerous waterslide, I got away okay but a good few people got some serious bruises on that yoke! Then spent a while in the sea talking to Brian until a few others showed up and we went to the lagoon (waaaay cooler than the beach...and the water's 31 degrees, just perfect) And spent our time messing about until the rest of the group showed up. In the evening most people had an early night but a few of us went drinking beside the "Sea" in the 24 hour bar. We got quite inebriated, luckily it wasn't REALLY a 24 hour bar, they stopped serving between 5 and 6am, with that break we were all too wrecked to continue at 6am and went to sleep on deckchair's by the lagoon. It was rather nice having a girlfriend for that part, while you can't really do anything on deckchairs-joined-together surrounded by people it's quite cool to sleep next to someone listening to the water as you fall asleep/drunkenly pass out...
Thursday: Got up around lunchtime and acquired some sort of food, then a big group of us went to the lagoon for a few hours where we had awesome fun, we had lots of shoulder fights (this begun when the day before, Anna, O'D, Fiona and I decided to have one, I instantly jumped on O'D instead of picking Anna up and instantly two permanent teams were formed), and tried many strange attempts at throwing people out of the water/somesaulting them. The lifeguards really didn't care at all and the water was deep enough to fuck around with but shallow enough to stand up in. Awesome. I should point out at this point that although we're at a juggling convention in the Tropical Islands, none of us have really juggled at all up until this point. ....or any point until Saturday really :p . Some decided to go to the waterslides again but I felt they were geting a little tiring, I mean waterslides are awesome but there were only 2 good ones, going down them over and over and over again just gets boring..instead Oisin, Dara, O'D and I went to the spa area of the islands. The spa was awesome, they had a no clothes rule in each part; you could wear a towel on the roads between things but once you went into a jacuzzi or sauna or steam room you had to be completely naked, and I mean there were guards there just to kick you out if you were wearing shorts/a bikini/whatever. The fact that it was forced on you made it seem just fine, and it was a really...freeing experience. I really quite liked being naked, and it wasn't awkward being around 3 naked guys I knew at all. Just really really relaxing. Spent ages in the menthol steam room before a session in the sauna followed by a bucket of freezing water. Then we tried out each of the jacuzzis, there were 3 and each one had different jet systems to relax you in different ways. So very awesome. I left feeling at ease with the world. There was some badness about the place but for those few hours and the ones following I really didn't care about anything, I was just really really content..then Brendan, Anna and I acquired some cocktails before going to the renegade show that was to be on that night. A renegade show is where loads of jugglers meet at a place and take turns going up doing some tricks, or simply to tell a story or a joke. They're pretty cool. There were some ridiculously good jugglers there, a guy named Ronan did some puoy and he's supposadly the best in the world at it, so that was...interesting to see. He is rather good. A guy named Evan went up and did the best diabolo stuff I've ever seen also...strangely enough, both Evan and Ronan are former Galway jugglers, used to attend the sessions I go to for years. Something in the water perhaps. I don't think they're professional now but I think both of them live in Berlin and spend their time training in the Catacombs juggling school...which I'll write about later!
There was a beer break half way through and as Oisin and I walked back to the bar with our newly acquired beers singing some sort of drunken song we noticed Anna storming towards us and past us. I'd never seen her pissed off before, and I presume Oisin hadn't either given his "...Bye David" and leaving straight away. It was strange, it seems standard to want to make your girlfriend happy when she's pissed off but I hadn't felt it in so long it kind of shocked me a little. I missed the rest of the renegade show trying to cheer her up and I really didn't mind at all at all. I think I actually care quite alot about someone about someone I'm...seeing, like, I care when my friends are sad but this is different.. Oops. This could end badly. That is to say, this inevitably will end badly, just hopefully not too soon.
Due to not being at the bar for a few hours when we returned everyone was rather drunk so we went to get some beers to catch up, figured we had 15 minutes before the bar closed for it's hour, we were wrong. They closed early. Grr. In fairness, that was my only soberish night of the trip, and even then I'd had like 3 cocktails and 3 beers, it was probably a good idea to ease off anyway :p this time we slept beside the beach, as the lagoon was being cleaned that night.
Friday
Woke up rather disorientated and confused sometime on Friday. Couldn't see anyone around me and had no idea where they'd be. Anna's afraid to wake me up as she knows I'm rather bad with mornings. Wandered around til I found some people eating icecream at a bar and spent the afternoon with them. Tried out the kids area (big trampolines, a bouncy castle, nerf cannons, giant lego set and giant connect 4!) then went for one last spa session before our return to the real, non-26 degrees world of Berlin. Needless to say it was rather cold out there. We left the tropical islands around 5 and made it back for 7 or so. Having already missed the show we were going to go to we instead all split up and went for food. Anna and I spent an hour going around trying to find a real German food restaurant as I hadn't tried any yet (have I ever mentioned she's half German? I may not have...she's half German. I mean she's born and raised in Ireland and is as irish as ya can get but does speak German and I imagine she'd know a German restaurant from an Italian), but just couldn't find any at all at all so settled on Mexican. When at the end of our meal I received a text from Brendan, the auditor of the society, instructing us to go to the hostel bar as they were having cocktails. We quickly finished our pints (or...half litres) and followed orders. The night was spent introducing various girls to O'D as "THE SKEWER, Long und strong!" and getting photos with him. It all started as he found a phrase sheet the hostel had and read "Danke" as "Dahnk", so shouting "Donk!" became the thing to do on the trip. I spent most of my time with Brendan and two american girls, one of whom he was trying to score. He failed miserably and was drunkenly pissed off at me for being competition, without realizing that about half way through the night Anna came over and kissed me and when she left one of them asked me "...Is that your girlfriend...?", I could sort of see his point in that the way she said it would imply I was competition, but surely the hours after that it was only him, I mean they knew my girlfriend was there for god's sake :p I drunkenly apologised anyway though and fed him some pint. He then stumbled over to some French girl who'd tried to come onto about 5 of us one by one earlier, he quickly succeeded and was then happy. There were some hilarious incidents involving them two over the next hour but I really shouldn't write them here, I've already told far too many people :p the night ended with us being kicked out at 5am (seems to be pretty standard for the trip).
Saturday
Woke up around 11 feeling horribly hungover but knowing we must gest to the catacombs for our first workshop with world-renowned juggler Marco Paoletti.
His workshop was rather strange. There was lots of juggling but it was moreso about sort of performance art and how juggling isn't simply about being able to throw 7 balls in the air lots of times. We each spent a while trying to figure out how to write our name using one juggling ball and throwing it/moving around the ball etc. Then we split into groups of two and were told to take two letters of your name and compose a piece to write two letters of each of our names as a team. I teamed up with Brian and we picked "Br" from Brian and "id" from David to make "Brid". Our piece was extremely energetic with my being on the ground twice during it and lots of claps and noise from grabbing the ball midair. We were told to put ourselves into the routine and it was interesting to see how the funny sorta guys did more comedy routines, the the sort of yoga-y guys did cool contact juggling sorta stuff...and I thought it was strange how the people I liked less, I didn't like their performances as much. As if that juggling routine showed exactly what they were like and you could judge them accordingly or something. Probably not though, just me being silly. Then we had an hour break before a more technical workshop with Alan Blim, the director of the Jonglierkatakomben. We spent two hours on the rhythm of juggling, learning how by counting beats you can perfect every type of move and any number of balls. It ended with us all starting to get 3-balls-in-one-hand juggling. We were left to practice after and I managed to qualify it (two rounds, that is 6 throws 6 catches with one hand). That shit is just wack. It and 5 ball are the sort of landmarks of ball juggling, I never thought I'd be able to start trying it after a two hour workshop though. I'm gonna be practicing that ALOT over the next few weeks. Only problem is of course juggling 3 balls in one hand requires that you throw the same height as if you were juggling 6 balls, which is...well, higher than my bedroom ceiling. So I'm pretty much limited to the two sessions each week for that. I mean back to Berlin. After that we had a small workshop with previously mentioned Evan, who wanted to show us some dance moves he learned at a workshop the week before. It was...pretty unrelating to juggling really, but cool none the less. Well I guess juggling your body is juggling, but even though there are so many forms I still tend to relate juggling to...throwing things.
After the catacombs we were all juggled out, most of us squeezed into this tiny little place nearby for supposadly the best pizza in Berlin. It was rather good, though hard to compare given that it's the only pizza I had in Berlin. After that we went back to the community center from the first night to see the open stage they were running. The place was packed out and there were some really good jugglers performing. It was good to end the trip with. Mind you, (thanks to me I'm pretty sure, given that it was my idea in Tralee!) no juggling trip is truly complete without a game of kings. So safe in the knowledge that we had to be up at 7am the 8 of us in our room (it was 7 and 7 but Oisin moved Anna into my room the second time as he didn't know we were going out prior to leaving) snuck some beers up to the room and we enjoyed some kings. As always awesome rules were introduced with the rule card, such as everytime you said someone's name you had to open the window and shout "DONK BERLIN!!" to the people on the street, or my favourite, every time you draw a three you have to drink, then run to the bathroom and wash your face then return without drying it. This had the effect of anyone in the corridor seeing you walk past drunkenly covered in water and into a noisy room full of irish people. Yay!
...the morning was not good. But we endured, and made it back to Ireland for about 2pm. Well done, team.
It really was quite an excellent trip. My granny always says you either become great friends or lose friends when you go on holidays with people and I think that's certainly true. I got to know almost everyone on the trip, especially Brendan and the Oisin/Dara/O'D/Brian group and discovered they're all awfully awesome. Also one or two I thought were cool turned out not to be so. Perhaps things'll change now that we're home but I'm not sure I care. I guess they didn't do anything that wrong but given that I never said a bad word to or about either of them prior I think how they acted towards me that week was just not on. I dunno. I'm not a very forgiving person I suppose. It's a bad quality about me, but I just find it hard with stuff like that. I mean unless you're in some sort of crises or something I don't understand why people should be forgiven. Like if there's simply no excuse. Maybe I'm not silly, but there's certainly some animosity on my part there now when there wasn't before. Partly because I sort of realized there is on the other side. Oh well. I shant let it get to me, and shall hope it all vanishes letting me simply forget their existence unless completely necessary. Them being very close friends to Anna makes this quite difficult, but umm...ah sura fuckit :)
So there you go.
Berlin's awesome, juggling's awesome, life is pretty damn awesome. I've probably failed college at this stage, and I really don't mind right now! Peace!
Triiiip:
Tuesday: Left at 3am in the morning on the bus to Shannon. Not much sleep was had and the journey over was pretty much horrible and tiring. But I knew it'd be worth it. Arrived at the hostel in Berlin at around 10am. Everyone bar me decided to get breakfast then nap then go out exploring but me being David and in a terrible mood having not slept all night went straight to bed and woke up at 4. Regrouping was done and we went out to see the Berlin wall. Luckily, it was a different part to what I'd seen before, this time the part with the famous arty stuff on it. That was nice. Then we went to this juggling yokie in a community center hall. Kinda the same idea we do in NUIG, just a hall where you can juggle away/talk to people and whatnot. We juggled a while but a few of us decided it was time to try some Berlin beer so walked to the nearest shop and spent a few hours sipping beers in the bar of the center. Everywhere in Germany has a bar. Everyone was still feeling pretty tired so after a few of us had a pizza and a pint we figured we'd go back to the other in the bar, who had communicated that it'd be time to go home soon, then we'd go have a pint in the hostel for an early night. Upon arrival in the bar we found that Brian from our room was very drunk and decided it was absolutely necessary for the rest of the room to catch up (well, we didn't say this, it just sort of happened), cocktails were immediately purchased and we danced away for an hour or two, then whoever wanted to leave managed to win and we went back to the hostel...where we discovered the bar was actually big enough and had a dj playing. Needless to say we stayed til closing, I think that was like 5am or so...may have been a little drunk.
Wednesday: Woke up earlyish feeling terrible, grabbed a shower to feel less terrible then were being rushed (there was a girl with us who seemed to take the role of organiser as she had german, don't get me wrong she was a very good organiser, but she was far too careful about time...there was a funny moment were Oisín and I were going back up to the room after breakfast and she was all "Ye have like 2 minutes, get yer stuff and come down." and we both announced we were brushing our teeth and nothing in the world could stop us :p ). We ventured off to the tropical islands post haste and upon arrival it was as giant as expected, and as warm as expected. I was the first to decide t-shirts were most certainly unnecessary and appropriately removed mine. We spent the day/evening getting acquainted with the place. Went into the water slide area and went down Germany's biggest waterslide a few times. It's also definitely Germany's most dangerous waterslide, I got away okay but a good few people got some serious bruises on that yoke! Then spent a while in the sea talking to Brian until a few others showed up and we went to the lagoon (waaaay cooler than the beach...and the water's 31 degrees, just perfect) And spent our time messing about until the rest of the group showed up. In the evening most people had an early night but a few of us went drinking beside the "Sea" in the 24 hour bar. We got quite inebriated, luckily it wasn't REALLY a 24 hour bar, they stopped serving between 5 and 6am, with that break we were all too wrecked to continue at 6am and went to sleep on deckchair's by the lagoon. It was rather nice having a girlfriend for that part, while you can't really do anything on deckchairs-joined-together surrounded by people it's quite cool to sleep next to someone listening to the water as you fall asleep/drunkenly pass out...
Thursday: Got up around lunchtime and acquired some sort of food, then a big group of us went to the lagoon for a few hours where we had awesome fun, we had lots of shoulder fights (this begun when the day before, Anna, O'D, Fiona and I decided to have one, I instantly jumped on O'D instead of picking Anna up and instantly two permanent teams were formed), and tried many strange attempts at throwing people out of the water/somesaulting them. The lifeguards really didn't care at all and the water was deep enough to fuck around with but shallow enough to stand up in. Awesome. I should point out at this point that although we're at a juggling convention in the Tropical Islands, none of us have really juggled at all up until this point. ....or any point until Saturday really :p . Some decided to go to the waterslides again but I felt they were geting a little tiring, I mean waterslides are awesome but there were only 2 good ones, going down them over and over and over again just gets boring..instead Oisin, Dara, O'D and I went to the spa area of the islands. The spa was awesome, they had a no clothes rule in each part; you could wear a towel on the roads between things but once you went into a jacuzzi or sauna or steam room you had to be completely naked, and I mean there were guards there just to kick you out if you were wearing shorts/a bikini/whatever. The fact that it was forced on you made it seem just fine, and it was a really...freeing experience. I really quite liked being naked, and it wasn't awkward being around 3 naked guys I knew at all. Just really really relaxing. Spent ages in the menthol steam room before a session in the sauna followed by a bucket of freezing water. Then we tried out each of the jacuzzis, there were 3 and each one had different jet systems to relax you in different ways. So very awesome. I left feeling at ease with the world. There was some badness about the place but for those few hours and the ones following I really didn't care about anything, I was just really really content..then Brendan, Anna and I acquired some cocktails before going to the renegade show that was to be on that night. A renegade show is where loads of jugglers meet at a place and take turns going up doing some tricks, or simply to tell a story or a joke. They're pretty cool. There were some ridiculously good jugglers there, a guy named Ronan did some puoy and he's supposadly the best in the world at it, so that was...interesting to see. He is rather good. A guy named Evan went up and did the best diabolo stuff I've ever seen also...strangely enough, both Evan and Ronan are former Galway jugglers, used to attend the sessions I go to for years. Something in the water perhaps. I don't think they're professional now but I think both of them live in Berlin and spend their time training in the Catacombs juggling school...which I'll write about later!
There was a beer break half way through and as Oisin and I walked back to the bar with our newly acquired beers singing some sort of drunken song we noticed Anna storming towards us and past us. I'd never seen her pissed off before, and I presume Oisin hadn't either given his "...Bye David" and leaving straight away. It was strange, it seems standard to want to make your girlfriend happy when she's pissed off but I hadn't felt it in so long it kind of shocked me a little. I missed the rest of the renegade show trying to cheer her up and I really didn't mind at all at all. I think I actually care quite alot about someone about someone I'm...seeing, like, I care when my friends are sad but this is different.. Oops. This could end badly. That is to say, this inevitably will end badly, just hopefully not too soon.
Due to not being at the bar for a few hours when we returned everyone was rather drunk so we went to get some beers to catch up, figured we had 15 minutes before the bar closed for it's hour, we were wrong. They closed early. Grr. In fairness, that was my only soberish night of the trip, and even then I'd had like 3 cocktails and 3 beers, it was probably a good idea to ease off anyway :p this time we slept beside the beach, as the lagoon was being cleaned that night.
Friday
Woke up rather disorientated and confused sometime on Friday. Couldn't see anyone around me and had no idea where they'd be. Anna's afraid to wake me up as she knows I'm rather bad with mornings. Wandered around til I found some people eating icecream at a bar and spent the afternoon with them. Tried out the kids area (big trampolines, a bouncy castle, nerf cannons, giant lego set and giant connect 4!) then went for one last spa session before our return to the real, non-26 degrees world of Berlin. Needless to say it was rather cold out there. We left the tropical islands around 5 and made it back for 7 or so. Having already missed the show we were going to go to we instead all split up and went for food. Anna and I spent an hour going around trying to find a real German food restaurant as I hadn't tried any yet (have I ever mentioned she's half German? I may not have...she's half German. I mean she's born and raised in Ireland and is as irish as ya can get but does speak German and I imagine she'd know a German restaurant from an Italian), but just couldn't find any at all at all so settled on Mexican. When at the end of our meal I received a text from Brendan, the auditor of the society, instructing us to go to the hostel bar as they were having cocktails. We quickly finished our pints (or...half litres) and followed orders. The night was spent introducing various girls to O'D as "THE SKEWER, Long und strong!" and getting photos with him. It all started as he found a phrase sheet the hostel had and read "Danke" as "Dahnk", so shouting "Donk!" became the thing to do on the trip. I spent most of my time with Brendan and two american girls, one of whom he was trying to score. He failed miserably and was drunkenly pissed off at me for being competition, without realizing that about half way through the night Anna came over and kissed me and when she left one of them asked me "...Is that your girlfriend...?", I could sort of see his point in that the way she said it would imply I was competition, but surely the hours after that it was only him, I mean they knew my girlfriend was there for god's sake :p I drunkenly apologised anyway though and fed him some pint. He then stumbled over to some French girl who'd tried to come onto about 5 of us one by one earlier, he quickly succeeded and was then happy. There were some hilarious incidents involving them two over the next hour but I really shouldn't write them here, I've already told far too many people :p the night ended with us being kicked out at 5am (seems to be pretty standard for the trip).
Saturday
Woke up around 11 feeling horribly hungover but knowing we must gest to the catacombs for our first workshop with world-renowned juggler Marco Paoletti.
His workshop was rather strange. There was lots of juggling but it was moreso about sort of performance art and how juggling isn't simply about being able to throw 7 balls in the air lots of times. We each spent a while trying to figure out how to write our name using one juggling ball and throwing it/moving around the ball etc. Then we split into groups of two and were told to take two letters of your name and compose a piece to write two letters of each of our names as a team. I teamed up with Brian and we picked "Br" from Brian and "id" from David to make "Brid". Our piece was extremely energetic with my being on the ground twice during it and lots of claps and noise from grabbing the ball midair. We were told to put ourselves into the routine and it was interesting to see how the funny sorta guys did more comedy routines, the the sort of yoga-y guys did cool contact juggling sorta stuff...and I thought it was strange how the people I liked less, I didn't like their performances as much. As if that juggling routine showed exactly what they were like and you could judge them accordingly or something. Probably not though, just me being silly. Then we had an hour break before a more technical workshop with Alan Blim, the director of the Jonglierkatakomben. We spent two hours on the rhythm of juggling, learning how by counting beats you can perfect every type of move and any number of balls. It ended with us all starting to get 3-balls-in-one-hand juggling. We were left to practice after and I managed to qualify it (two rounds, that is 6 throws 6 catches with one hand). That shit is just wack. It and 5 ball are the sort of landmarks of ball juggling, I never thought I'd be able to start trying it after a two hour workshop though. I'm gonna be practicing that ALOT over the next few weeks. Only problem is of course juggling 3 balls in one hand requires that you throw the same height as if you were juggling 6 balls, which is...well, higher than my bedroom ceiling. So I'm pretty much limited to the two sessions each week for that. I mean back to Berlin. After that we had a small workshop with previously mentioned Evan, who wanted to show us some dance moves he learned at a workshop the week before. It was...pretty unrelating to juggling really, but cool none the less. Well I guess juggling your body is juggling, but even though there are so many forms I still tend to relate juggling to...throwing things.
After the catacombs we were all juggled out, most of us squeezed into this tiny little place nearby for supposadly the best pizza in Berlin. It was rather good, though hard to compare given that it's the only pizza I had in Berlin. After that we went back to the community center from the first night to see the open stage they were running. The place was packed out and there were some really good jugglers performing. It was good to end the trip with. Mind you, (thanks to me I'm pretty sure, given that it was my idea in Tralee!) no juggling trip is truly complete without a game of kings. So safe in the knowledge that we had to be up at 7am the 8 of us in our room (it was 7 and 7 but Oisin moved Anna into my room the second time as he didn't know we were going out prior to leaving) snuck some beers up to the room and we enjoyed some kings. As always awesome rules were introduced with the rule card, such as everytime you said someone's name you had to open the window and shout "DONK BERLIN!!" to the people on the street, or my favourite, every time you draw a three you have to drink, then run to the bathroom and wash your face then return without drying it. This had the effect of anyone in the corridor seeing you walk past drunkenly covered in water and into a noisy room full of irish people. Yay!
...the morning was not good. But we endured, and made it back to Ireland for about 2pm. Well done, team.
It really was quite an excellent trip. My granny always says you either become great friends or lose friends when you go on holidays with people and I think that's certainly true. I got to know almost everyone on the trip, especially Brendan and the Oisin/Dara/O'D/Brian group and discovered they're all awfully awesome. Also one or two I thought were cool turned out not to be so. Perhaps things'll change now that we're home but I'm not sure I care. I guess they didn't do anything that wrong but given that I never said a bad word to or about either of them prior I think how they acted towards me that week was just not on. I dunno. I'm not a very forgiving person I suppose. It's a bad quality about me, but I just find it hard with stuff like that. I mean unless you're in some sort of crises or something I don't understand why people should be forgiven. Like if there's simply no excuse. Maybe I'm not silly, but there's certainly some animosity on my part there now when there wasn't before. Partly because I sort of realized there is on the other side. Oh well. I shant let it get to me, and shall hope it all vanishes letting me simply forget their existence unless completely necessary. Them being very close friends to Anna makes this quite difficult, but umm...ah sura fuckit :)
So there you go.
Berlin's awesome, juggling's awesome, life is pretty damn awesome. I've probably failed college at this stage, and I really don't mind right now! Peace!