how does it feel?
hello all my college-attending stress-posting friends, i haven't done a decent day's work in the last two months. where is my cell phone? mmm, prawn crackers. anyway, uh, last week was pretty awesome, it was halloween (all week). wednesday i was a knacker with a bottle opener stuck in my headband...that was my favorite part, i bought it on the way into town after i forgot that smirnoff ice isn't twist-off here. went to de burgo's, kate dave and cathal were there, also brid, my partner for a youth & society project, who is really cool. she's head of the music soc or something. anyway, finally talked to cathal and it was no go. dave said i looked hot in my knacker costume, the sweetie. my favorite costume @ d burgo's had to be frederika krueger, played by a crazy french girl who was also hot. the girl who was not hot was this chick cathal blew me off for...fucking minging taste. then i hung out outside cp's in my knack get-up and talked to graduates in suits, hah.
thursday night was eithne's birthday, so we went to various halloween parties. i ran into the eap kids at red square and almost didn't recognize them...haven't been hanging out with them much lately...it feels kind of liberating actually. we went to the radisson later, where--no joke--the stairs collapsed. the club is completely open and there's no way bouncers can keep an eye on it all; thus, chaos. there was broken glass all over the floor too and a fight broke out which had to be broken up by the guys' friends because there were NO BOUNCERS. during it a girl got knocked over and lost her shoe, cutting her foot wide open on all the broken glass. we adjourned to subway and got a free sandwich by pooling all our stamps and finding some on the floor. oh, also, it was pissing rain and we got soaked...yay. the next day i was so hung over/sick/whatever that i couldn't get out of bed, until 4pm when i HAD to because i had to force myself to go on the mountaineering trip. which was SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!!! the people were awesome. there was this girl lucia who thought she'd met me before so we hit it off (heh)...she's from dublin and worked with me on my scumbag costume. i also fell in love with her friend...we had an instant amazing connection...he played guitar on my lap on the trip to dingle & slept under me that night (bunk beds ;P). the next day the two of us and some awesome scottish girls and a crazy american guy who randomly joined our group in dingle had this little cliquey conversation in the corner of a bar for a couple hours...then we walked home and on the way we talked about stars and ghostly light and writing (he's a writer and a psych major and an amazing musician) and hiding in the bushes and scaring people in the dark...when we got back to the hostel everyone kept partying, and i finished a sentence for him (with an obscure word that just happened to be the exact one he was looking for, go me) and he remarked that we'd been on the same wavelength all day...later i was poking him in his rock-like abs and he got all shy, it was soooo cute, did i mention he's about 6" taller than me, skinny and adoooorable with a hot dublin accent? that night we stayed up till 4am talking, then when we went to bed he was whispering up at me, or so he says, i couldn't hear because he was talking to my feet. sunday was great too, it was like his eyes were glued to me and a silly smile glued to his face. everything was so comfortable and natural between us...that night we had a fancy dress party and we both dressed as the same thing, and with his airtight character (he used to act...) and lucia's coaching it was a laugh and a half. this other dude was bono and he couldn't get out of character, even the next morning. there was no staying up all night that night however because of this one tiny detail...it seems on the same trip last year he met an american girl on her year out who he totally hit it off with and started going out with and six months later they started a long-distance relationship and over the summer he lived with her and now in two weeks she's coming here to visit him and he thinks that they'll probably end up getting married...so yeah instead of staying up talking to him sunday night i was crying in the bathroom being clumsily consoled by a drunk guy because by that time the futility was too damn much for me. i...still can't really get my head around the way we got on so well--i don't get along that well with ANYone except maybe kimb--and how he's so intelligent and seems to know me and how i think, and how we always knew what each other were talking about...and he's more perfect than any guy i've ever met, but he already has someone more perfect for him than me. so, i'll post about the actual mountaineering part of the weekend when i'm feeling less giddy/heartbroken.
thursday night was eithne's birthday, so we went to various halloween parties. i ran into the eap kids at red square and almost didn't recognize them...haven't been hanging out with them much lately...it feels kind of liberating actually. we went to the radisson later, where--no joke--the stairs collapsed. the club is completely open and there's no way bouncers can keep an eye on it all; thus, chaos. there was broken glass all over the floor too and a fight broke out which had to be broken up by the guys' friends because there were NO BOUNCERS. during it a girl got knocked over and lost her shoe, cutting her foot wide open on all the broken glass. we adjourned to subway and got a free sandwich by pooling all our stamps and finding some on the floor. oh, also, it was pissing rain and we got soaked...yay. the next day i was so hung over/sick/whatever that i couldn't get out of bed, until 4pm when i HAD to because i had to force myself to go on the mountaineering trip. which was SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!!! the people were awesome. there was this girl lucia who thought she'd met me before so we hit it off (heh)...she's from dublin and worked with me on my scumbag costume. i also fell in love with her friend...we had an instant amazing connection...he played guitar on my lap on the trip to dingle & slept under me that night (bunk beds ;P). the next day the two of us and some awesome scottish girls and a crazy american guy who randomly joined our group in dingle had this little cliquey conversation in the corner of a bar for a couple hours...then we walked home and on the way we talked about stars and ghostly light and writing (he's a writer and a psych major and an amazing musician) and hiding in the bushes and scaring people in the dark...when we got back to the hostel everyone kept partying, and i finished a sentence for him (with an obscure word that just happened to be the exact one he was looking for, go me) and he remarked that we'd been on the same wavelength all day...later i was poking him in his rock-like abs and he got all shy, it was soooo cute, did i mention he's about 6" taller than me, skinny and adoooorable with a hot dublin accent? that night we stayed up till 4am talking, then when we went to bed he was whispering up at me, or so he says, i couldn't hear because he was talking to my feet. sunday was great too, it was like his eyes were glued to me and a silly smile glued to his face. everything was so comfortable and natural between us...that night we had a fancy dress party and we both dressed as the same thing, and with his airtight character (he used to act...) and lucia's coaching it was a laugh and a half. this other dude was bono and he couldn't get out of character, even the next morning. there was no staying up all night that night however because of this one tiny detail...it seems on the same trip last year he met an american girl on her year out who he totally hit it off with and started going out with and six months later they started a long-distance relationship and over the summer he lived with her and now in two weeks she's coming here to visit him and he thinks that they'll probably end up getting married...so yeah instead of staying up talking to him sunday night i was crying in the bathroom being clumsily consoled by a drunk guy because by that time the futility was too damn much for me. i...still can't really get my head around the way we got on so well--i don't get along that well with ANYone except maybe kimb--and how he's so intelligent and seems to know me and how i think, and how we always knew what each other were talking about...and he's more perfect than any guy i've ever met, but he already has someone more perfect for him than me. so, i'll post about the actual mountaineering part of the weekend when i'm feeling less giddy/heartbroken.