a quick and not thorough update
Blarney was very neat, and, yes, I kissed the Blarney Stone.
The Distillery was nice, too.
I was a whiskey taster.
It was my first time having whiskey, and I fucking loved it!
I also outdrank the other three.
I managed to find the "punk" scene here last night, and it was a fucking joke.
Playing an alternative mainstream pop rock song (and making it sound White Stripesish)?
Billabong sweatshirts and perfume?
At our benefit raffles, we have fucking backpacks and coupons to the coop.
Punk has nothing to do with looks (dress), stuff, and brand names.
FUCK.
Sadly, the culture here really isn't that different from America.
And I'm sick and fucking tired of having to apologize for being from America.
It reminds me of "Don't Call Me White" by NOFX. "Go ahead and label me an asshole cuz I can accept responsibility for what I've done but not for who I am."
Don't call me an American.
I'm just a fucking human being.