Oh my God, I could not be more excited about this coming week. Monday, PATTY'S DAY, shall be spent drinking White Russians and watching The Big Lebowski at 8am, then going into fucking Dublin and getting rowdy all day. Wednesday I leave for London for 4 days. Yes yes yes yes best spring break ever.

I met my French roommate today. Her name is Laura. That means our 4 person apartment is comprised of Una, Una, Laura, and Lauren.

Well.

The scheduling at DCU is so fucked. There's no set 3 day a week, whatever. Just totally random, which makes finding classes that work within your schedule hard. For instance, I have Intercultural Studies somewhere between 0-3 hours on any given Wednesday. For 2 weeks I have no class, for 1 week I have class from 9-10, 12-2. Or I might have just 12- ( Read more... )

I can't even fucking believe I stayed up till 3am following the game for THAT to happen. What a fucking waste of a season.

The Liffey tonight

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I'm living with 2 Irish girls and a French girl.

Both Irish girls are named Una.

I'm also going to to Purty Kitchen tonight, for 3 Euro pints.

Apparently, the last time Una(#1) was in Purty Kitchen, everyone kept trying to fight and she was dodging stray punches all night.

Yeah, I like Dublin.

Well, I'm in Dublin.
I have orientation in a half hour or so. Hopefully that will facilitate the process of me maknig friends, as I spent yesterday unpacking, napping, and hanging in my empty apartment.

All I hear outside my window is meowing cats, HA.

This is going to be awesome... BUT, I'm nervous.

This is the ultimate rainy day. I'm sitting here in the hospital, and THANK GOD, people have decided not to chance a car accident while driving over here to get treated for a cut on their pinky finger, so it's quiet. I'm listening to In Rainbows, and it pretty much funtions as its own rainy day mix, but I'd like to actually make one. "House of ( Read more... )

I totally don't have enough money to go to Europe for 4 months. Even after working nonstop for 6 months. I hate low paying jobs and gas prices.

I kicked in a glass door at the Paradise last night.
And was making out with some guy that was like 35 and looked homeless.

If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say that's why I never drink at concerts.