The problem is paying for things here with my American card. That's why we're supposed to open Irish accounts--because for these things to get processed it takes a few days. And Susan is flipping out because I'm telling her I did it, but it's not showing up on whatever screen she's looking. And now I'm telling her that on my screen it's saying "payment successful" big as shit right in the middle of the screen, and I'm telling her that the payment is being authorized since it was done online and I didn't use my pin number because you don't do that when you pay online, and I'm telling her to calm the fuck down and just keep "awaiting" because I'm watching a movie.
I seem to have forgotten about movies. Also the fact that the internet houses movies for free. Last night I watched 50 50. I really like it. I may have cried a little. I just got done watching Harry Potter. It was alright. I don't know if it was the fact that the player crashed half an hour in or that the last hour was a little choppy or that the last ten minutes are just stupid, but it was just okay for me. I'll give it another go with a real DVD player sometime. Preferably in Matt Wilson's cinema.
Aoife is back. OH! There's a grocery cart in our hallway closet. That was so weird. I'm going to take a picture of it...
What the heck?? I forgot about it yesterday, but it was here two days ago. That means that it has to be Louise's. Who just has a grocery cart? They had to steal it. I want one.
But yeah. Aoife is back. She brought a ton of food with her. It's crazy. My bagels are being squashed in the "bread press." That's the most useless thing I've seen in a kitchen. It's just a box to put bread in. It's supposed to keep bread from going off. How? Is the air different in there? Light damage? I don't get it. I still put bread in it though.
So, I have something new to be paranoid about. Now I'm worried that the maintenance guy is going to come knocking on my door in the morning while I'm still asleep. My room is sufficiently clean. Clean enough. I decided I don't care that much. You know, maybe I don't care at all. So what if he comes at 11 (or noon) and I'm still in pajamas and half asleep cause I haven't drowned in tea yet. I'll probably never see him again. Unless he's the same one that's going to come and check all of our fire alarms next month. But even then. I will decide not to care about that either. I just don't like being judged.
I started a new book. It's called "Room." It's by an Irish author who lives in Canada. It's set in the US. Kind of. It's set in a room, so it could be anywhere really. But yeah I don't know. It's gotten rave reviews over here. I saw it on a few websites and it's in all the bookstore windows, so why not.
If I were at home I would be starting new classes today. Probably be sitting in some Ed class with Brian right now. Kind of wishing that were the case...
I'm going to have to get a bit more realistic in the places I want to go. Prague is doable. Instanbul...maybe not. Edinburgh, London, Copenhagen, Vienna are doable. Paris...do I really want to again? You know, France has never been that alluring to me. I don't know what it is. I like wine. I love cheese. I like massive paintings and love ginormous churches. (Did you know that ginormous is a real word now?) But I don't know...it's kind of at the bottom of the list for me.
Okay...my heater works...but no one has been here. Well. No one has been in my room. There were guys that came in vans here for like three hours today and someone was coming in and out of the apartment but I just hide in my room and don't know what goes on in the hallway most of the time. And Aoife just told me that all the heaters are powered by water or something like that. So maybe they didn't come in here to fix it. I'm just hoping I'm not crazy and it's worked the whole time. But that can't be. I haven't messed with the little nob thing for a few days...I guess I won't look into too much though. It's works. Yay.
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