Do you have your towel?
I've been reading THE MOST AMAZING TRAVEL BLOG ever: We're Lost and Everything is Dirty. It's making me feel a lot better about being where I am, with you know, hot water and stuff. And not in Bangkok.
Um, so the title of this entry: I didn't bring a towel with me - HITCHIKER FAIL. I was a bit preoccupied with "OMIGOD I CAN'T TAKE MY WHOLE CLOSET I WILL NEVER SURVIVE!" (Going shopping on Saturday: I didn't bring an extra duffle bag for nothing). Anyway. I was a bit yicked out to borrow towels from the landlady, so first things first in Ireland was pillows, pillowcases, and a TOWEL. And my new towel is absolutely the best thing about Ireland so far (I know, that's awful. And probably not true. Except it TOTALLY is TRUE). It's MASSIVE. If I wrap it around my chest, under my arms, it comes down to aout mid calf. It's super soft, and BRIGHT, EYE SMARTING magenta. And it has the letters "JM" on it in rhinestones (for the maker, whose name I can't remember). I like to think it means "JM" as in J.M. Faber. But that's because I'm a nerd.
So. Awesome towel.
Some other stuff: I have FIERCE snack cravings. I don't know if it's stress eating, or if I'm just HUNGRY. I kind of suspect it's a combination. It's a twenty minute walk to campus, and today I walked there and back three times. And I have a fast metabolism. I must keep the fire burning.
But then it is probably also, "I have no friends to go out with I am bored let me open my computer and facebook stalk and eat MANY THINGS because I am BORED." Because I'm a bored eater.
Finally, I went to the Sci Fi society's screening of Paprika on Monday, and we all went out after and had great times. Naturally, I thought, I would have fun at their Masters of Horror screening tonight! WRONG. Masters of Horror is not, as I thought it might be, old black and white and kind of cheesy horror flicks. It's GORE GALORE. And while gore doesn't REALLY bother me (except for the fingernails. And maybe the guy running his own guts through the film projector...), the way horror movies are shot always leaves me feeling on edge and angry and squicky. Something about the angles and lighting makes me unhappy. And the fact that the characters are stuck in that world forever, where shit like that happens, and the light is stark, and people are always standing just around the corner, makes me upset and mad at the writers. Resolution, can I has it?
And then we didn't even go out after. Boo. I could have used a stiff drink.
Um, so the title of this entry: I didn't bring a towel with me - HITCHIKER FAIL. I was a bit preoccupied with "OMIGOD I CAN'T TAKE MY WHOLE CLOSET I WILL NEVER SURVIVE!" (Going shopping on Saturday: I didn't bring an extra duffle bag for nothing). Anyway. I was a bit yicked out to borrow towels from the landlady, so first things first in Ireland was pillows, pillowcases, and a TOWEL. And my new towel is absolutely the best thing about Ireland so far (I know, that's awful. And probably not true. Except it TOTALLY is TRUE). It's MASSIVE. If I wrap it around my chest, under my arms, it comes down to aout mid calf. It's super soft, and BRIGHT, EYE SMARTING magenta. And it has the letters "JM" on it in rhinestones (for the maker, whose name I can't remember). I like to think it means "JM" as in J.M. Faber. But that's because I'm a nerd.
So. Awesome towel.
Some other stuff: I have FIERCE snack cravings. I don't know if it's stress eating, or if I'm just HUNGRY. I kind of suspect it's a combination. It's a twenty minute walk to campus, and today I walked there and back three times. And I have a fast metabolism. I must keep the fire burning.
But then it is probably also, "I have no friends to go out with I am bored let me open my computer and facebook stalk and eat MANY THINGS because I am BORED." Because I'm a bored eater.
Finally, I went to the Sci Fi society's screening of Paprika on Monday, and we all went out after and had great times. Naturally, I thought, I would have fun at their Masters of Horror screening tonight! WRONG. Masters of Horror is not, as I thought it might be, old black and white and kind of cheesy horror flicks. It's GORE GALORE. And while gore doesn't REALLY bother me (except for the fingernails. And maybe the guy running his own guts through the film projector...), the way horror movies are shot always leaves me feeling on edge and angry and squicky. Something about the angles and lighting makes me unhappy. And the fact that the characters are stuck in that world forever, where shit like that happens, and the light is stark, and people are always standing just around the corner, makes me upset and mad at the writers. Resolution, can I has it?
And then we didn't even go out after. Boo. I could have used a stiff drink.