Another € another hour of surfing this internet thing.
Well, I'm somewhat fed and watered and more than rested. Whilst waiting to get into my room I napped and snored (my snoring kept waking me up) and when I finally got into my room I promptly slept for over 5 hours, I was planning on sleeping longer, all the way through to tomorrow but I couldn't sleep so I got up and went for a walk, the previously dreary weather has been replaced by the equivalent to a nice spring night, and this is winter here! I got a feeling for my surroundings and have come to the conclusion that every building around here is either a pub, hostel or a spar, a nicer version of 711, and there are more of them. I need to get some more food sometime soon, probably when this hour is up, I saw a subway a little ways away and that sounds awesome, I'll save the pubs for when I've showered and am somewhat presentable.
I am feeling generally better about my whole situation, before I was feeling...overwhelmed I think is a good word. I am almost glad I didn't get in the first time, I would utterly insane by now, or smooth as silk, we'll never know. Me saying that it's good I didn't get in could either a0 true or b) my brain adapting to a situation and convincing itself that it is actually better off this way, when in fact it's not. Like the original drummer for the beatles, he says getting kicked out is the best thing that ever happened to him, or how life time inmates, or people on death row say that going to jail was the best thing, I doubt that our correctional programs are in fact that effective.
I've gotten off topic, but what is the topic, this is just me talking, and you reading, mind you, you probably want to hear about my trip, well, seeing as how it hasn't been a day and I already have two rather lengthy trips, I'll let you decide. (I honestly don't know the answer, thats why you have to figure it out!)
I am happy with this hostel of mine, it should work out well. I would like to meet some people, but most of the people there are either over middle aged or don't speak English. I am kind of regretting coming alone, but maybe it will work out for the best, who would have come anyways.
There will probably be lots of posts like this, but it just means I like you and want to have some sort of connection with you, even though we are a sea apart.
I have declared tomorrow walking around and taking pictures day, maybe buy a more suitable jacket for this weather, or maybe an umbrella at least. There are open USB ports on these computers so hopefully I can figure out a way to get some pictures onto these machines.
I just realized that the radio station is similar to american top 40, and it's a little weird. I suppose they realize most people using these computers are tourists, I think this entire 10 block spread realizes that it's mainly tourists around here, and I'm okay with that, lessens the chance of me getting mugged.
I need to figure out a better situation with my bags slash clothes, you can rent lockers, and I currently have one, I just need to renew the lock so I don't have to take my back pack everywhere, they call it backpacking but it's more like a suitcase in spirit. The typical back packing trip around europe is pretty much dead, and I don't know who killed it. I think I would be more open to said trip if I were in smaller towns, walking around with a big pack on is basically asking to get beat up, also, where do you put it if you wanted to put said pack down. I don't know, I don't know much about backpacking, which is odd because I'm in FREAKING IRELAND, LIVING OUT OF A BACKPACK. Anyways, I think for the next week I want to be a tourist, and then whilst in Ballina I will just be.
Well, thats one way to kill half an hour, it's what...3 o'clock there? Wow. Anyways, there are other things to find on this intarweb, this is a lot of posting for the first day, and it's basically about nothing, but thats why you love me right?
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
H'okay.
I'm not sure what was up with my posts earlier, it just wouldn't work, I'm at a cheaper, more realiable computer now though.
Okay, so I'm in Dublin, and I'm checked into my hostel which I think will work out well. I can't get into my room until 3, or 9 your time. I have something to eat, which was hard because I haven't had real food in quite some time. I would be sleeping now, but as I said I'm not in my room for another couple hours, after my hours is up here I'll probably go crash in the commons room and just vedge out, I am completely drained. I need a shower, hopefully those aren't out of order or something. I am going to buy some bread and orange juice and live off that for the rest of the day, for however long I'm awake.
It's dreary here, but there is no snow, so thats a plus, and everything is so green. Tomorrow I think I'm going to just walk around for a bunch and hopefully be able to find my way back before I get locked out. Today is a day of rest and recouperation. As I said, I am drained. I apologize if my words are a little scattered, but I'm basically just writting I'm thinking at the moment, and that is sleep, and some food. I think I'll be okay here, atleast for the week I'm in my hostel. I'm going to go to the zoo, it should be a wonderous time, and hopefully make it out to some castles. Dublin seems nice, but it's the little towns that draw my interest, I think I will take my cousin Ivan up on his offer and stay there for a week. Ballina sounds nice. I'm not sure if I'm still really hungry or my weak stomach digesting the fatty back bacon. Probably a little of both.
The people at the hostel seem really nice, at least the guy who checked me in, I don't think I'd get funny looks if I asked whats fun to do in Dublin, I'm pretty sure there are no shortages in that department. I'm basically just saying the same thing over and over, I apologize, just bear with me, this is the closest to contact I'm going to get with some of you and I'm trying to savour it, also, this makes me feel connected, universal, I wrote like 20 pages in my notebook on similar feelings.
The flights were terrible, all of them more cramped than the last, and all of them longer too. Waking up at 5 is alright, but waiting in airports for the same amount of time I'm in the air is a little annoying. 10 hours in airports, at least 10 in the air overall. Sleeping is an impossibility, it's too small and I' was afraid I'd end up missing one of the small morsels of food they gave me, and even they weren't enough. I managed to get at most 3 hours of sleep on the transatlantic flight, and less everywhere else, so over the past 2 days I've had around 7 hours of sleep, and none of those hours were good ones.
I have 40 minutes left, I don't think I'll spend them all with you, but I hope you feel some connection here, some reality, like you can see me, because it makes it that much easier to feel connected to you that way, which you is reading this I don't know, but it doesn't matter, you all are important to me and I hope I have some importance in your life aswell, otherwise reading this drivel would be a little trying, and I can imagine it is even if you do like me. Anyways.
In o'hare airport I decided I would listen to Neutral Milk Hotel for most of the flight specifically, I The Aeroplane Over The Sea, in hopes of unlocking some hidden meanings by listening to it in an aeroplane over the sea. Alas, I ended up listening to mixed cd's from Ryan and Clair, they provided the perfect level of melancholy required for my mood and situation. That is all for now, I'll be writting some e-mails and making some calls later on today. Check back often to see what's going on and see if I ever quell my rumbling stomach, it's getting a little painful.
Okay, so I'm in Dublin, and I'm checked into my hostel which I think will work out well. I can't get into my room until 3, or 9 your time. I have something to eat, which was hard because I haven't had real food in quite some time. I would be sleeping now, but as I said I'm not in my room for another couple hours, after my hours is up here I'll probably go crash in the commons room and just vedge out, I am completely drained. I need a shower, hopefully those aren't out of order or something. I am going to buy some bread and orange juice and live off that for the rest of the day, for however long I'm awake.
It's dreary here, but there is no snow, so thats a plus, and everything is so green. Tomorrow I think I'm going to just walk around for a bunch and hopefully be able to find my way back before I get locked out. Today is a day of rest and recouperation. As I said, I am drained. I apologize if my words are a little scattered, but I'm basically just writting I'm thinking at the moment, and that is sleep, and some food. I think I'll be okay here, atleast for the week I'm in my hostel. I'm going to go to the zoo, it should be a wonderous time, and hopefully make it out to some castles. Dublin seems nice, but it's the little towns that draw my interest, I think I will take my cousin Ivan up on his offer and stay there for a week. Ballina sounds nice. I'm not sure if I'm still really hungry or my weak stomach digesting the fatty back bacon. Probably a little of both.
The people at the hostel seem really nice, at least the guy who checked me in, I don't think I'd get funny looks if I asked whats fun to do in Dublin, I'm pretty sure there are no shortages in that department. I'm basically just saying the same thing over and over, I apologize, just bear with me, this is the closest to contact I'm going to get with some of you and I'm trying to savour it, also, this makes me feel connected, universal, I wrote like 20 pages in my notebook on similar feelings.
The flights were terrible, all of them more cramped than the last, and all of them longer too. Waking up at 5 is alright, but waiting in airports for the same amount of time I'm in the air is a little annoying. 10 hours in airports, at least 10 in the air overall. Sleeping is an impossibility, it's too small and I' was afraid I'd end up missing one of the small morsels of food they gave me, and even they weren't enough. I managed to get at most 3 hours of sleep on the transatlantic flight, and less everywhere else, so over the past 2 days I've had around 7 hours of sleep, and none of those hours were good ones.
I have 40 minutes left, I don't think I'll spend them all with you, but I hope you feel some connection here, some reality, like you can see me, because it makes it that much easier to feel connected to you that way, which you is reading this I don't know, but it doesn't matter, you all are important to me and I hope I have some importance in your life aswell, otherwise reading this drivel would be a little trying, and I can imagine it is even if you do like me. Anyways.
In o'hare airport I decided I would listen to Neutral Milk Hotel for most of the flight specifically, I The Aeroplane Over The Sea, in hopes of unlocking some hidden meanings by listening to it in an aeroplane over the sea. Alas, I ended up listening to mixed cd's from Ryan and Clair, they provided the perfect level of melancholy required for my mood and situation. That is all for now, I'll be writting some e-mails and making some calls later on today. Check back often to see what's going on and see if I ever quell my rumbling stomach, it's getting a little painful.
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