I'm done! It was a bit tougher than I thought. Also, I mixed up Eurycleia and Anticleia...I should have been expecting that. No two other characters have names so similar. Oh well. I believe I passed.
I walked to Tesco with Madison and Katie. It was harder than normal to engage in conversation--not only because I was sleepy and therefore not paying must attention to them, but also because you can't really walk three people abreast on a tiny Irish sidewalk. They probably think I'm dumb or something. The unintelligent kind. I don't care though. There's some Abraham Lincoln quote for this situation...“It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.”Ta da, ta da. It's a good one. Anyways, I've been feeling like scurvy is going to get me. I haven't eaten a fruit in probably two months. Now, I know that vitamin C doesn't solely exist in fruits, and that scurvy is just a silly pirate sickness anymore, but I bought two cans of peaches and a tub of Greek yogurt to alleviate my fears. I don't think Greek yogurt has vitamin C, but it is with Greek yogurt that I eat peaches. I also bought a bundle of lemons because I love them. All those four things for under 6 Euro. Fuck yeah. I'm turning frugal--not miserly.
When I returned to the apartment I kind of went on autopilot for a while. I took out the trash--again forgetting the increasingly liquefied carrots under the counter that, presumably, none other has discovered, unless she is simply avoiding them like I am--checked my email of which there was none because it was like four in the morning at home, checked my fines which still exist but as of yet remain un-payable, perused the internet for pictures of colorful and far-away places I will forever be in debt for venturing to, and finally laying on my lumpy bed to read. The last move was the bad one. I did make it a whole thirty page chapter before pulling the covers over myself. And then I fell to napping (I like the phrase "fell to" anything. It's not really your intention, or fault). Kind of like those pictures of me when I was a kid--book on my face to make it dark. This book is too new to smell good.
An hour later it was dusk and didn't hurt to keep my eyes open, so I've been awake and functioning with full awareness since then. It's 3am here, even though this post is going to say that it's 11:59pm yesterday. That's my bit of OCD. If any post ever says 11:59pm it was really written somewhere past one in the morning. But, if I say that, then it's going to say that this was posted on Tuesday when I really feel like Monday isn't over until either I'm asleep or the sun has come up. So, it's all a lie basically. Anyway, earlier today I was zombie tired, and now I'm silly dramatic tired. Silly dramatic tired is a good place to be. It's when you're not quite tired enough to quit. Anyway, Madison made mac and cheese kind of. I think when you make mac and cheese yourself without the help of a box it should be baked. Otherwise it's kind of just pasta. Which I guess is what the stuff in the box is...hmmmm I'm torn now. Either way the baked stuff is better. Madison told me that they'd failed at making mac and cheese twice before tonight. I don't see how that's possible. They did it again tonight and I thought it was extremely edible, but cheese is different here. There's no such thing as cheddar, and that's what they want. They are going to fail every single time with those expectations.
I hard boiled a bunch of eggs. I always forget about hard boiled eggs. Easiest thing in the world to make, take an hour to peel it, slather it in Tapatio and there's some protein and sodium for you. Irish college students don't eat meat. It's so weird. If you go eat at a pub it's a sausage fest and everyone's so proud of Irish Beef, but my roommates survive on microwave-ables, pre-made shit you throw in the oven, pre-sliced water logged lunch meat (they don't call it lunch meat, they call it something far less logical that I can't remember right now), and noddles with sauce from a can thrown on top. They say I'm fancy every time I cut an onion. I've been told a few times when I throw garlic in a pan it "smells like home." Smells like my home too, that's why I'm doing it. Meat is expensive though. But there are always sales so there's no excuse. Nobody is a vegetarian either thank God.
Oh yeah! We're supposed to have "hot water hours" in here. Madison and Katie did/do. Three spaced out hours during the day we're supposed to have hot water unless we push the "boost" button in the closet. I always have hot water though. So not complaining since I take lots of witching hour showers. I think that's crazy though. This apartment is feckin expensive and nothing even works. They don't make you pay a deposit in case you break something--they know that something is going to break whether you're there or not. I'm disgusted.
Madison is going to the Canary islands. Another place you can see Africa. I'm a bit jealous. It's just a bunch of resort islands though--so only the slightest bit jealous. Someday I'll go to Africa. I don't know when I'll ever have an business there, but before I die...I guess I do have a bucket list. I really want to go to India now too. It's so intimidating though. This book I'm reading takes place in India. It's a very aggravating book.
Okay I'm done. Happy MLK day. They don't have cool holidays like that here.
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