Let me learn from where I've been

This is what time I got up. I don't know how that happened. I went to sleep at around that time too. I kind of had a feeling something like it was going to happen though so I set three different alarms, but just turned them all off. My phone makes it too easy to ignore things. And this alarm here seems sooooo loud so I don't like using it a lot. I always feel like I'm waking up Aoife too. These walls are thin. I can always her singing to herself or talking with whoever she has over. She is a singer though--she's studying music--so I don't mind. Not that I would mind that much if she sounded like shit, but you know. Sometimes she and one of her friends sing and play guitar together. It's pretty cool.

I went to the store after this. This was my list:
I don't know why I have this need to date everything. I'm just going to throw this list away after there's no more room for further list-making on it. People have also given me shit for dating postcards. That one makes sense I think though. If you keep postcards--which I think most people do--you'll want to know when they were from when you run across them again in a few years or however long. Anyway, you can see I'm still lacking tacks (I only need one for my calendar so I never look very hard for these at the store), sponges, and dish soap. Our sponge is disgusting. The thing about sponges and dish clothes are that when you know you have a few you get rid of them before they are get-rid-of worthy. And then you're down to the last one and you use it until it's growing things because you don't want to buy anymore. So, I was going to buy some, but then when I got there I didn't look very hard because I never have very many dishes and I'm only going to be here for another week and then I can buy them for real when I get back...or maybe by then someone else will have bought some.

Breakfast. At this time----->
That's a scone if you can't tell. They aren't that great from Dunnes, but it's something easy. After this I just sat around watching Mumford and Sons videos on youtube (seriously, literally obsessed), and watching facebook not change because it's like 5AM back home, and watching it get darker outside. I did look at the first page of the first packet for Irish we got. Dia dhuit. I'll remember that one. I really don't get bored that often. But I have been bored out of my mind the last two days. I took some pictures with the flower setting.

It took me about a week to find good colored pencils here. I should have just brought all my art supplies from home, but instead I filled my suitcase with clothes I don't wear and books I won't read. I should be an art minor instead of creative writing. I'm going to drop it I think. I'm not committing to that yet, but I always ending up doing what I say I'm thinking about doing. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Right now I'm in mind to say it's grand. Ideal even. My only complaint in regards to these pencils: there's no red. What kind of color spectrum has pink but not red. Pink isn't even a real color. I've only painted one thing with oils. It takes forever and a day to dry. Not that that matters that much. I'm not in a hurry to hang anything. Or really do anything with anything, but the longer something sits around and I have to look at it the more ridiculous it seems to me. So I've made a few attempts, but then they stare at me from the window sill and I end up throwing them away. Will power man--I need a dose.

This is awesome to me. It's Russian lit in Spanish! You can find anything at El Rastro. This would probably be easier for me to read than Don Quixote. I have the English copy.

Check it out. Difficulty rating 5. I didn't even have to cheat. I've been told that Sudoku really isn't that great or hard or cool. Well, fuck that guy.




Dirty dish tower.










Dinner. Dinner had potential today--I bought meat and cabbage and I have other things like mushrooms and spices and rice and whatever, but for some reason, when I'm bored I just become lazy and utterly useless. The cabbage must wait until tomorrow. This is my perfectly precise measuring cup. My roommate has a real one, but it's all in milliliters and ounces, and that's as useful to a dumb non-mathematical American as it would be in Hebrew. This cup actually works out pretty well though. Nothing as turned out overly soupy or too dry, so I'm satisfied.


Bulmers! This is Irish cider people. And I think it's a Christmas version because I haven't seen it before and it says it's special. There was also a rhubarb one, but that's a little weird. Honestly, it tastes the same as the normal one to me, but that's not all bad. Yeah Madre, it's only 4% (I made sure to get that in the picture) so I'd need quite a few more to make it count, but it was nice. I was a little perturbed for minute when I went to open it though. I never think about how I'm going to have to open things. With wine I've been lucky that I have cheap taste cause they have all been screw tops. We don't have a cork screw and we don't have a bottle opener. I also don't have a lighter or keys. So, I had to do the edge of the table thing. I only took a tiny chunk out of the wood...

Okay last thing. I've started to pack a little bit for next week. Just a little bit. Like, I've started to think about it and do some laundry to prepare for it. So the question of the day is shoes. And not in the fashionable sense. You all know I could give a fuck, but it's going to be cold in the Alps in winter.

I always feel a weird sort of loyalty to inanimate objects. (Paco is the extreme example. The fern--whose fate is now dubious--is another.) These shoes have gone everywhere with me, and they don't look too worn out in this picture. Pros: they fit, they're comfortable, they are made for movement. Cons: they are not waterproof. They are not warm. They are not particularly grippy, though, I don't know how much ice we're really going to come across.






These. Look huge in this picture. Like clown boots. Definite con. Anyways, they're water proof and pretty warm. So, you know, if we decide to have a snowball fight or something these are the way to go. I'll probably choose these. And deal with the blisters that may come. Also coming with me--scarves, beanies, gloves, hand warmers. I'm probably projecting my idea of cold more than I should be. I just feel like I need to be prepared for a blizzard or something.